She walked up the stairs and into the common room. She walked over to her bed and lay down. It was late – too late for anyone to still be awake. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was midnight already. Hermione rolled her eyes. Not another sleepless night. This was the third night in a row Hermione found herself unable to sleep at night. Was it the tension of graduating? Not seeing her best friends Harry and Ron every day? She decided to go for a walk. Walking always seemed to ease her tension.
Hermione got out of bed, slipped on her robe and headed back out the common room and down the stairs. She hoped she wouldn’t wake anyone – especially Professor Snape who was always was on her, Ron’s, and Harry’s case. Even after seven years, he still gave her the creeps. Hermione headed out to the gardens. They were always a good place to come in finish some homework – or just sit and think.
As she made her way over to the big tree that sat on a hill overlooking the gardens, she noticed a shadow leaning against the tree. Who would be silly enough to be out here this late, she thought. She was surprised to see it was Draco Malfoy – her long-time enemy and rival.
“Malfoy?” she asked.
“Granger!” he seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him, “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t sleep…” she said.
“Oh.”
“I usually come here to just think. May I ask why you are here?”
“Same reason you are. I couldn’t sleep either.”
He turned away and continued to look out straight ahead, ignoring her presence. She nervously took a seat next to him.
“What are you nervous about, Granger?” Draco asked, “You have your whole life set for you.”
“Ha!” Hermione burst, “Yeah right. I am just as nervous as everyone else. What if I don’t get accepted into the Young Women’s School of Witchery and Spells?”
“God, Granger!” Draco rolled his eyes, “You are set. You aren’t even a wizard and you made it into Hogwarts! Don’t worry about the school of witchery. You’ll get in.”
“Really?” Hermione was shocked at his sudden kindness towards her.
“Yeah. As for me, my life isn’t quite so set.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, “You are going to become a Death Eater and work for Voldemort and follow in your father’s footsteps…”
“Granger, ever thought that that isn’t what I want to do with my life? Ever thought I don’t want to kill and torture innocent people? Ever thought I don’t want to be like my father.”
“What are you saying?” she asked, “You don’t want to kill mudbloods? Seems to me, mudbloods didn’t matter much when you called me one.”
“About that,” Draco looked down at his hands, “I am sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Hermione burst, “You are sorry!”
“Yeah, I know it is hard for you to understand but I am. You see, my father is very controlling. He has been all my life. If I don’t act like him, if I don’t do as he wishes, it could mean danger for me.”
“Danger?”
“Yeah. Look Granger, you have a dad that loves you. My dad beats the crap out of me to build me up and make me stronger. If I don’t do what he asks…”
“Oh my God!” Hermione wanted to put her arms around him and give him a huge hug. She had now idea he might have been forced into acting the way he did. She knew Mr. Malfoy and she knew what a menace he could be. She never thought that he could be cruel enough to put his own son in danger.
“Yeah. He’s a real piece of work. But now I am being forced into being a death eater.”
“You don’t have to. You could go to Dumbledore. He would protect you!”
“No!” Draco cried, “No one must know of this, got it Granger. So do not go blabbing that big mouth of yours!” he smirked, allowing his smirk to turn into a grin. Hermione had never seen him smile an honest smile. It was pleasant. He wasn’t half bad looking when he smiled. In fact, he almost looked, dare she say it, somewhat cute. What was she saying? This was Malfoy she was talking about. The same Malfoy who called her a “filthy mudblood” the same Malfoy who made her and her friends lives at Hogwarts a living hell. How could she possibly think he was cute? But then again, if he was being truthful, he really hadn’t wanted to be mean to her.
“Oh shut up,” she returned his smile.
“You know, I didn’t want to call you and your friends some of the things I did. I mean, I was just scared. My father knows everything I do, he sees everything. I couldn’t be…nice.”
“I…I understand,” she stammered, “I forgive you. But you are acting nice now…almost civilized even.”
“Me? Nice?” Draco laughed, “Shut up or I shall call you mudblood again just for you to take that back.”
“I will never take it back,” she smirked.
“Ooh!” Draco grabbed her, pulled her down so she was laying flat on her back and began to tickle her stomach.
“Draco!” Hermione cried, “Draco, stop it!” she went into fits of uncontrollable giggles as he tickled her harder and harder.
“Take it back!” Draco grinned, working his way up to her ribs.
“Never!”
“Well then, I really didn’t want to have to do this but…” he grabbed her thin sides and began to tickle her harder and harder.
“Draco!” she squirmed, “Stop, please, stop!”
“Never.”
“Alright,” she was out of breath now as his fingers jabbed in and out each rib, “You’re evil, happy?”
“Hmm? What was that?” he grinned, working back to her stomach, his pale fingers dancing over her curves.
“I said you are evil!” Hermione burst out.
“I can’t hear you,” he tickled harder and harder.
“YOU ARE EVIL!” she shouted.
“Why thank you!” Draco smiled, “But don’t think I will stop.”
“You promised!”
“I never promised I would stop. I might just sit here and tickle you forever and ever and ever,” his fingers worked back up to her ribs. He was surprised at how skinny she was. Her frail body bucked and arched at each touch. Draco was worried she was going to hurt herself so he got on top of her, straddled her, and tickled her harder and harder and harder.
“MALFOY!” Hermione giggled, “Please, please stop it!” she was out of breath.
“Alright, alright,” Malfoy got up off of her and held her little body in his arms.
“I hate you,” she said.
“No you don’t,” Draco grinned.
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Because you loved that.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did. Tell me, when was the last time someone tickled you?”
“Well…never.”
“Exactly. You needed to loosen up. Besides, I see it in your eyes, you liked it.”
Hermione blushed. She had liked it…she liked it a lot. Malfoy was different. She had misjudged him all these years and now after next week, they would never see each other again. She felt a pang of sadness in her chest. Draco seemed to notice this.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I misjudged you,” she said, “All that time we could have been possibly friends is wasted.”
“We are friends now though.”
“But it can’t possibly be. Your father…”
“I don’t care. He can’t hurt me any worse than he has in the past. Besides Granger, I want to be friends with you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks, Draco,” Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at the stars, “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
“That they are,” Draco said as Hermione lay across him on her stomach, “I love the stars.”
“I do too,” she giggled as he drew small little invisible drawings on her back.
“My, my, aren’t we ticklish,” he grinned.
“Oh hush!” she rolled her eyes, trying not to squirm under his fingers.
“Granger, I have a confession to make.”
“You can tell me,” she smiled.
“Alright. The truth is, I have always liked you. Ever since the first day I saw you I thought you were wonderful. I just couldn’t show you my true feelings. My dad and all…I just couldn’t.”
“Draco,” Hermione whispered, “I have liked you since the day I met you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but I never imagined you liked me too.”
“Yes, I do.”
He began to draw more on her back, letting his hands slip down to her ribs causing her to squeal a little and slap his hand away.
“You are adorable,” he grinned.
“No one has called me adorable before,” Hermione smiled.
“Well you are,” Draco grinned, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
“I guess we better be getting back,” she said, a little disappointed.
“Yeah, I guess,” Draco took her hand and walked with her slowly.
“Draco, you aren’t evil one bit,” Hermione laughed.
“Oh, you are going to regret that, babe!” he yelled as she squirmed out of his hand and ran through the rose garden with him hot on her heals, “Just you wait, you are gonna get it!”
“If you can catch me first!” she giggled as he grabbed her and tackled her to the ground.
“Seems I already have,” Draco grinned, attacking her stomach with his skinny fingers.
“Draco!” she cried, “NOO!”
“What?” he asked, leaning forward and planting a big kiss on her as he traced her neck with one finger causing her to moan.
“I like that,’ she smiled.
“What, this?” he asked, doing it again, this time he added his other hand tickling her sides. She giggled harder and harder.
“Draco,” she said, as he leaned in for another kiss.
“What is it?” he asked, he had stopped tickling her and was now just kissing her neck.
“What am I going to do without you?” she asked.
“Be miserable,” he nuzzled her neck.
“No, you know. When we go back to school for this last week, how will it be between us?”
“Well, considering I like you and you like me, I think we should consider the possibility of being together every chance we get.”
“What am I going to do when you become a death eater?”
“Oh baby,” he grabbed her and held her tightly in his arms, “Don’t worry, baby, God, baby I didn’t even consider that,” Draco said, gasping. He sounded close to crying.
“I want to be with you…”
“I want to be with you too but I don’t know if that is possible.”
“Draco, we fly on brooms and make potions. Don’t ever think something isn’t possible.”
“But I don’t know what to do!”
“Neither do I, but we will think of something, I promise.”
“I hope so,” he took her hand in his and began walking back into the school.
“How late is it?” she asked as he pulled out a pocket watch.
“Two in the morning.”
“Nice, I have a potions final tomorrow.”
“I do too,” he grinned, “But I can assure you, I won’t be thinking of potions.”
“Neither will I,” she smiled.
“Well here is where we say goodbye,” Malfoy said, glancing down to the Griffindor hallway and then the Slitherine hallway.
“Draco…”
“Hmm?”
“Goodnight.”
“Oh, goodnight,” he said as he turned to go down the Slitherine hall.
“Malfoy!” Hermione chased after him, flung her arms around him, and gave him a huge kiss, “Goodnight.”
The next day
Hermione awoke with a start. She had the perfect plan on how she and Draco could be together! All she would have to do was find him and go find Dumbledore. She quickly got dressed and raced down the hallway and right into Draco.
“I am so sorry!” she said, flustered.
“Don’t be,” he grinned, she looked up and saw him.
“Oh, Draco! I didn’t know it was you.”
“I came to see you,” he smiled.
“I was coming to see you. I have a plan.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. But come with me, we have to hurry.”
“Umm…alright,” he grabbed her hand as she drug him down the hallway to Dumbledore’s office.
“Dumbledore!” she cried, “Are you there?” He opened the door, shocked to see her standing there, and holding Draco’s hand at that.
“Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, to what do I owe the pleasure? Let me guess, you two have fallen for each other and want to be together and want to escape the ridicule of a forbidden relationship. You also want to get away from Mr. Malfoy, am I right?”
“How did you know?” Hermione asked.
“I saw it all in the fountain.”
“The fountain,” Dumbledore said, “Shows all secrets, such as the one you two are trying to keep. The fountain also shows your destinies. It is against policy to let students see their own destinies and I will not allow it. However, I am going to step out for a moment. Make sure you two don’t do anything foolish, like drop a strand of both your hairs into the fountain and tap it with your index finger,” Dumbledore winked and walked out of his office.
“I don’t like the looks of this,” Draco said, “What if we are not supposed to be together?”
“But what if we are?”
“But what if it shows us being torn apart. I can not watch that, Hermione.”
“I know. I am just as scared as you are, but we have got to try it. Now give me a strand of your hair,” Draco pulled out a strand and gave it to her. She dropped her hair as well as his into the fountain and tapped the surface with her index finger.
“Look!” she pointed. There in the fountain were Hermione and Draco. They looked older than they did now but they were holding hands and two children were standing beside them.
“We have children!” Malfoy cried.
“We have each other!” they held each other in their arms, tears streaming down their faces, “This is our destiny,” she sobbed, “Our destiny is to be together!”
“But how…how is that even possible?” Draco asked, “My father would kill me and then slowly torture you. I have watched him torture muggles. It is an ugly, painful thing. I can not bear to put you in danger.”
“But we are meant to be!”
“Ah-hem,” Dumbledore cleared his throat, “I trust you two didn’t use the fountain, did you?”
“Dumbledore,” Draco asked, “Did you know our destinies?”
“I have known from the moment I saw you two. You are meant to be together.”
“How can we though?” Draco asked.
“There is a spell…”
“Oh Dumbledore!” Hermione said, eagerly, “Tell us!”
“It is a transportation spell. It is risky though. There is a world much like the muggle world but where Voldimort and his minions can not reach you. That includes Mr. Malfoy. You two shall be safe there, if you make it.”
“If?” Draco asked.
“Like I said, it is risky. I have never personally tried it. If it doesn’t work, you two shall never see each other again.”
“And if it does?”
“Then you two shall be together for eternity.”
“I like the sound of being with you for eternity,” Hermione said.
“I do too,” Draco said, “But I am scared. If it doesn’t work, I might not see you…ever.”
“Now, now,” Dumbledore said, “None of that thinking. Love can do miracles and from the looks of it, you two have love stronger than any magic. I have no doubt in my mind that it will not work on you.”
“Really?” Draco asked.
“Really. I am going to find my spell book. Go gather your things and meet me here after your studies today.”
Hermione and Draco decided it would be best not to tell their friends about their plan. They would just say they were going away. Hermione found Ron and Harry in the dining hall.
“Hey!” they called to her.
“Hey,” she said, “Guys, I need to talk to you.”
“Sure thing,” Ron said, “What’s up?”
“Well…” she paused, “I have to go away.”
“Oh, okay, see ya when you get back,” Harry said.
“No…no, it isn’t like that,” she bowed her head, “I can never see you again. But I will tell you one thing; I will be very happy and very safe where I am going – much safer than I have ever been in my life. And I will be happy.”
“Hermione…”
“Guys, I love you very much, you are all like brothers to me. I will miss you very much. You have meant so much to me over the years,” she let a tear fall down her cheek and notice Harry’s eyes were red and moist and Ron’s cheeks were wet with tears.
“Ron…”
“I am not crying, I am not crying, I am not crying,” he said. She couldn’t help but laugh.
“Someday, Dumbledore will explain everything to you. But as for now, trust me on this. I will think of you always.”
“Hermione,” Harry said, “As long as you are safe and happy that is fine.”
“I will miss you…” Ron said, looking down and fiddling with his breakfast roll.
“I will miss you too,” she kissed them both on the cheek and turned quickly to leave.
“Damn, if I’d known that was what our goodbye was going to be like I would have left a long time ago,” Ron said, touching his cheek.
“She is happy,” Harry smiled, “All we have ever wanted was her happiness.”
After school, Hermione met Draco in Dumbledore’s office. They both looked worn and tired. They both knew today was probably one of the hardest days in their lives.
“I am still scared,” Draco said.
“I am too, but our love is strong, stronger than any magic.”
“But I am still scared.”
“I am too,” Hermione gulped and they held each other in their arms until Dumbledore returned.
“Now then,” he said, “You two stay in that position, hold on tightly to one another and close your eyes. Now remember this, if you ever need me,” he draped a pendant over their necks, “Press the stone and I shall come. I am always there for my students, even long after they leave me. Now focus on your love for each other, focus, focus, focus. Don’t loose concentration, now!” he snapped his fingers. Smoke and sparks filled his office. When the smoke cleared, Dumbledore smiled to himself, closed his book, and went to find Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasly – he had a certain transportation spell to teach them. After all, he wouldn’t want them to never see their best friend ever again.
Hermione opened her eyes. She glanced around at where she was. It looked much like the muggle world. The streets were full of people and there were stores and houses the only difference was everything was happy. There was a certain ease about the place, a certain feeling to it. This place was relaxed, calming. Then it hit her – where was Draco!
“Draco!” she called, “Draco!” she fell to her knees and sobbed. The spell hadn’t worked. Their love wasn’t strong enough and had failed them. As she was sobbing, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“You didn’t think I would leave you to spend eternity by yourself, did you?” Draco asked, lifting her up.
“Draco!” she sobbed, “We did it! Oh, Draco!”
“Yes, we did it,” he smiled, his eyes were moist with tears, “We did it!” he grabbed her and lifted her high in the air and swung her around and around in circles, “I love you!” he said.
“I love you too!” she cried.
I wrote this story tell me what you think (H.P doesnt belong to me)?
very nice; different than the traditional story but very well written; good job!
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Reply:It needs quite a bit of work, still. The names of the characters are awkward. There are misspellings. There is a broken repetitious line in the story. The story itself is not bad, it's a good storyline but it needs to flow a lot smoother. If would suggest becoming a member at %26lt;www.fanstory.com/%26gt; if you're interested in critiques. There's a lot of helpful advice on that site.
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