Last Chapter- Hermione collaspes after a brief meeting with Dumbledore in Draco's presence. Meanwhile, Harry is attacked by Colin Creevy who has gone delirious. 2 Strangers talk about killing the two young lovers, and there's angst in this chapter!! Not to mention a passionate make-out session by our main couple.. thanks for the idea Birdie!
Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger
by
D/H Shipper
Chapter
3
Hate
& Love
Dear Miss Granger-
I, Cornelius Fudge regretfully inform you that On October Thirty-first at Eleven O'Clock, Mr. and Mrs. George Granger were killed in an attack by you-know-who. My sincerest apologies.
Cornelius
P. Fudge
Minister
of Magic
Hermione was blinded by her tears. Not yet two days after nearly dying, her parents had been killed by Lord Voldemort. A surge of emotions ranging from despair to vile hatred rushed through her and she threw the letter into the trash with vain. Suddenly realizing what she did, she walked over and recovered the piece of parchment.
"Mom.. Dad.. Why?! God dammit! Why?!" She choked, over whelmed with tears. She had run to a deserted classroom on the third floor. Silence. "I never got to say goodbye.. I'll never see them again." She mumbled, flipping her tear-drenched hair over her head. The sounds of a flute floated through the door, its low melancholy tune brought a chill up her back. The tune - infact - reminded her of her mother!
"Hermione?! Hermione?!" Draco shouted, while wandering the halls. Hermione knew that she had taken the time to skip at least first through third periods. "Where are you? Sheesh! Who ever thought you could hide such a pretty face?!"
"Draco I'm in here." Hermione said softly. "Over here."
"What?!" Draco shouted back, turning around and slowly opening the door. A block of light colored her pale face. Her eyes were red with tears and she averted her eyes away from his concerned gray eyes. "Hermione, what happened? McGonagall and Dumbledore are looking for you? Potter and Weasel are going estatic about your location."
"Read this..." Hermione gave him the ripped, torn, and crumpled piece of parchment. She sat there, her knees pulled up to her chest, rocking back and forth. 'She looks like she's gone mental.' Her warm brown eyes melted to no expression on her face, except pain, resentment, and a long-lost desire.
Draco looked up at her after reading the notice. "I'm.. I'm so sorry.." Draco sat next to her and held her. Suddenly a craving, a desire over-came Hermione. She grabbed him close and kissed him. A fierce kiss that was forced. "Hermione.. Stop.. Isn't.. Going.. to .. help.." Draco gasped between kisses. After Hermione's craving had been settled, the slow passionate kisses came. She straddled him, fully dressed, and kissed him. He kissed back, pulling her closer and stroking her hair. Her hands ran up and down his back.
She rested her head on his chest panting. "I love you, Draco." She whispered, and she lasped into a deep sleep.
***
"I found her," Draco said. "And she's quite fine. Though I doubt she'll come around soon. She's had the shock of loosing her parents." Harry nodded his head knowingly. Though he was only a baby when his parents had been killed by Lord Voldemort, he had always felt the pain and resentment as if he knew them as best friends.
"Oh my gosh!" Ginny whispered, her mouth hanging wide open, which Ron had to close for her. "Ron! Stop it! Don't baby me around just because I'm only a fourth year and you're a fifth year."
"Maybe we should leave, she needs her sleep. We'll be here for her in the morning."
***
"Lucius, how can this be? She is a mudblood; I am a pureblood!" Lord Voldemort asked, outraged.
"It seems that Hermione Granger is not who she is. A long time ago in the time of the dragons and noble knights, there were two most powerful warlocks - a sorcerer and a sorceress. The sorceress had dark brown hair, and reddish eyes. The sorcerer had grey eyes and black hair. Their love caused them to turn against all who opposed their relationship, which was known throughout the kingdom. He was a noblemen and she was a peasant. Their undying love grew, until they could not stand it. They rought havoc to the realm, until two defenders put an end to their rule. It was said that they were reborn into the future, having no knowledge of their previous lives. A word of caution was added to this tale, if the two lovers were to gather together once more, their love would destory the Earth and all mankind."
Lord Voldemort smiled a toothy grin. "We shall bring them together. Are you positive that Draco and the- Er.. Hermione are the couple from so long ago?"
"Positive, my Lord."
"Very well. We shall do the bidding for them."
***
In the Leaky Cauldron, Trinity bolted upright from a peaceful sleep. "Poisidon! Trouble is brewing!"
"Shut up you old hag! 'Tis not the time to talk about this matter!" Poisidon rolled over on his face, and pulled the pillow over his head. "Now look what you did! I can't sleep now!" He threw the pillow at her irritably.
"But they are bringing Hermione and Draco together!"
"WHAT?!" Poisidon roared.
"'Tis what I said. Now it comes true."
***
Hermione woke up and rubbed her eyes. Her back ached from sleeping on the floor, and she looked up into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. Suddenly she realized what had happened the previous night. Emotions over came her - warm kisses, tender touching, and embraces. "Good morning, Draco."
"Good morning to you, Hermione." He gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she looked away. "Is here something wrong?"
"It's not you, Draco. There's something I don't like about this.. I mean.. A few weeks ago we were Hermione Granger von Gryffindor and Draco Malfoy von Slytherin. I feel like this wasn't meant to be, but I can't resist it." Draco sat against the wall next to Hermione.
"We are meant to be." He took her hand, and kissed it. "I promise you."
"Hermione?!" Harry screamed, opening the door. "Oh there you are I-" He frowned as he saw Draco holding her hand. "Er- Dumbledore is looking for you. Let's go." He glared at Draco as he took Hermione's hand helping her to her feet. "Come on! Let's go." Harry urged, Hermione turned away.
"Harry.. I can do this by myself." Hermione left the room closing the door behind her.
"Malfoy, I don't know what you've done but you're going to pay for this!" Harry growled. He drew his wand and glanced around at the empty class room. "You tell me what you did to her. Now, Malfoy.. or there's a chance that one of us won't make it out of this room alive."
"Potter! I demand that you let me out of this room!" Draco demanded, withdrawing his own wand in means of self-defense. "I didn't do anything to Hermion- Mudblood! Honest! Scouts honor!"
"How would you ever know about being a Boy Scout, Malfoy?" Harry asked angrily.
Dudley had gotten Vernon Dursley to enroll him in the Boy Scouts. Though the counsler had been skeptical of his size, Dudley had tried and failed. Every task had been bribed by Vernon for the sake of Dudley. When he finally came time to show off his stuff at a camp, that Harry had been forced along into, Dudley burnt approximatly one-half of the tents down.
"Oh I heard one of the Hufflepuffs saying it. I thought it'd be cool. But kindly let me out of the room, Potter before I am forced to use the extensive Dark Arts knowledge." Draco threatened, raising his wand menacingly.
"One more question, Malfoy." Harry said, calming down. "Why Hermione?"
"That's something
even I don't know, Potter. But I like it and that's the way it's
going to be." Draco pushed past Harry's outstretched arm and exited the
classroom leaving Harry alone to ponder.
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