Welcome to my backstory!
My name is Marina Fay and I am the owner of Eeylops Owl Emporium, the Secretary of Cooper's Animal Palace and the Head of Magical International Cooperation. I also work at Team Daily Prophet and I've got 128 house points. I am the head judge of the Blue Niffler Awards and one of the judges at the Triwizard Tournament. I own Madam Fay's street and I'm the owner of the bar The chopped wand.
I speak Spanish
(B2) and a BIT of French
A group for knowing each other and making new friends: http://hogwartsishere.com/groups/26629.
My house is enormous so I have a lot of pets. The challenge is to help me give them names.
-Two nifflers: Valiana (female, @Steluvius Black) and Kit (male, @Savannah Lee).
-Two acromantula: Aragogia (female, @Alyse_a_performer), and Spinner (male, @Alyse_A_performer).
-Two aethonan: Bailey (male, @Alyse_a_performer) and Tara (female, @Alyse_A_performer).
-Two white pegasus: Moon (female, @Alyse_a_performer) and Snow (male, @Alyse_a_performer).
-Two silver pegasus: Rising (male, @Tamsin Abbott), and Star (female, @Rey Granger).
-Two blue pegasus: Alla (female, @Lia Nightwood) and Crystal (male, @Lia Nightwood).
-Two pink pegasus: Lilac (female, @Cho Granger) and Blackjack (male, @Alyse_a_performer).
-Two augureys: Snuffle (male, @Alyse_a_performer) and Bay (female, @Alyse_a_performer).
-Two basilisks: Medusa (female, @Alyse_a_performer) and Swirl (male, this name was designed for a pegasus but well, @Alyse_a_performer).
-Two boggarts: Dementia (female, @Hermione evans) and Vulnery (male, @Hermione evans).
-Two aquavirius maggots:
-Two carnivore slugs:
-Two fire slugs:
-Two bibbering humdiggers:
-Two three headed-dogs: Cerberus (male, @Cho Granger), -------------- (female, suggestions, please!).
-Two fire crabs:
-Two centaurs: Rade (male, @Hermione777) and Oya (female, @Hermione777).
-Dragons: -------------------do not post names, hre, just in the ones below-------------------------
-Two common welsh greens:
-Two ukranian ironbellies:
-Two swedish shortsnouts:
-Two Chinese fireballs:
-Two black hebrids:
-Two norwegian ridgebacks:
-Two peruan vipertooths:
-Two flats (yes that's the name, they're descendants of the swedish shortsnouts):
-Two romanian longhorns:
-Two opaleyes of the antipodes:
-Two catalan fireballs:
-Two portuguese longsnouts:
-Two cornish pixies: Lulu (female, @Alyse_a_performer), and Midnight (@Alyse_a_performer).
-Two house-elves: Beeste (female, @Hermione777) and Danni (male, @Lilac Syympatih).
-Two hidebacks (mix of a demiguise and a ghoul):
-Two sphinxes: Riddla (female, @Hermione777) and -------------- (male, suggestions please!).
-Two blast-ended skrewts:
-Two phoenixes: Callie (female, @Cho Granger), Ash (male, @Hermione777).
-Two red caps:
-Two hippogriffs: Grace (female, @Hermione777) and Batter (female, @Hermione777).
-Cats: ----------do not post names here, just below---------
-Two tabby cats:
-Two siamese cats:
-Two black cats:
-Toads: ---------------------do not post here, just below---------------------
-Two harlequin toads:
-Two common toads:
-Two natterjack toads:
-Owls: -------------do not post here, just below-------------
-Two common owls: Greywing (male, @Hermione777) and Soar (female, @Hermione777).
-Two mediterranean owls:
-Two snowy owls: Icicle (female, @Yuliang Zhou) and -------------- (male, suggestions please!).
-Two piggy owls:
-Tow buffalo owls:
-Two ranger owls:
-Two barn owls:
-Two kelpies: Sarah (female, @Tamsin Abbott) and ------------------- (male, suggestions please!).
-Two kneazles: Purra (female, @Hermione777) and Meowler (male, @Hermione777).
-Merpeople: ----------do not post hre, just below------------------
-Two golden snidgets:
-Two wrinkle-horned snorcacks:
-Two white unicorns:
-Two silver unicorns:
-Two bue unicorns:
-Two pink unicorns:
-Two veelas: Veil (male, @Savannah Lee), and --------------- (female, suggestions, please!).
-Pigmy puffs: ----------------do not post here, just below-------------
-Two pink pigmy puffs:
-Two yellow pigmy puffs: Blaze (male, @Sylvie (Silentleap), and -------------------- (female, suggestions please!).
-Two white pigmy puffs: Fluff (female, @Hermione777) and --------------------- (male, suggestions please!).
-Two blue pigmy puffs:
-Two purple pigmy puffs: Sisney (female, @Hermione777) and ----------------- (male, suggestions please!)
-Two golden pigmy puffs:
-Two silver pigmy puffs:
-Two horned serpents:
-Two wampus cats:
My female niffler is semi-named. Her name is Valiana but Steluvius Black, who suggested the name, didn't mind what creature I gave the name to, so I just gave it to the niffler. If somebody wants his/her name to be given to the female niffler, I'll give the name Valiana to another creature.
Cool sentences that I love and that you can copy:
"Laughing doesn't worsen bad circumstances, the same way that crying dosn't make them better. It doesn't mean you have forgotten them, or that you don't mind. It simply means we're all simply human." Jacob Portman in Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children 2: Hollow City, by Ransom Riggs.
"Girls with dreams become women with vision" Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Beauty isn't about having a pretty face. It's about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart and a pretty soul" Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Don't be ashamed of your story. It will inspire others" Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Just because I sparkle doesn't mean I don't see all bad stuff around me. Isee it all. I choose to sparkle anyway." Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Don't be afraid to sparkle" Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Let them be little because they're only that way for a while. Give them hope, give them praise, give them love, every day. Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle. Oh, just let them be little." Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"If someone asks "Are you crazy?" simply say "Yes". Boom! End of discussion." Hazel Anderson's backstory.
"Sometimes it's OK to be a bit weird. Sometimes being insane mantains sanity." Hazel Anderson's backstory.
“ God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself”
-Misato Katsuragi, got from Kento Tokugawa's backstory.
"If plan A fails, thee alphabet has still 25 other letters" I-dont-know-who's backstory intro.
What made me this way? Love is the reason....
"You're as sane as I am" Luna Lovegood, got from Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be." may be from the Harry Potter series, got from Adrienne Greengrass's backstory.
"Be so happy that when others look at you, they become happy too." Gwyneth's backstory.
"You need to have courage to outstand your enemies, but even more courage to outstand your friends. Because of this, I award Neville 10 points for Gryffindor!" Albus Dumbledore.
"The strength of your convictions determines your success, not your number of followers." Remus Lupin.
"The world isn't divided into good people and death eaters, everyone has light and darkness in the inside. What matters is what paths we choose, that is what actually defines us." Sirius Black.
Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our strongest source of magic. They are capable to cause pain, and they can stop it too." Albus Dumbledore.
"Don't feel pity for the dead Harry, but for the living, and overall for the ones that live without love." Albus Dumbledore.
"Hard work is important, but there's something even more important: confidence in yourself." Harry Potter.
"All the great wizards started being as simple as us, simple students. If they couldn't why can't we?" Harry Potter.
"A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it isn't open." one of Nadetta's posts.
"When you realise there are words that don't yet have been invented to describe our reality, you realise there are more to this world than the naked eye can see, or even the most clever brain can perceive". Walter Shapwick (he's a user in HiH).
I am 12 but my roleplay story is:
My name is Marina Weasley, born Fay. I am a muggle-born whose pre-Hogwarts story was told before in this backstory. I married Marcus McLaggan (and not McLaggen) when I was 18, in 1990. We were the parents of Helen Lilian (born 1993) and Anna Jessica (born 1997) Mc Laggan.
Two years after Anna was born, Marcus and I got divorced. A year after, the day of my birthday, I had a party with my lovely girls, who I'd die for, and with my muggle best friends, Carrie Maria Pratt and Ada Sybilla Travers, and my magical best friends, Charlie Weasley and her adoptive daughter Laura Cassandra Weasley, who I think is just five years younger than Charlie and I are. Ada had brought her best male friend, Derek Major, who is a year younger than I am. He had a daughter who was born in 1994, her name was Sarah Charlotte Major. She's fantastic, the same as her father. She was in her last year at Hogwarts, and three years after she got invited to work at the Ministry of Magic as Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. On 2020, Hermione Granger-Weasley got elected as Ministress of Magic. The Triwizard Tournament was restored by her, with Harry Potter's help (we all know what happened to Mr. Harry James Potter and Cedric Diggory in the Triwizard Tournament, of course!) but with Hogwarts houses instead of Magical Schools.
As my stepdaughter Sarah knew me, and I knew Charlie Weasley, who was the brother-in-law of the Ministress of Magic, she got elected as Hufflepuff judge. But then, two days before the first task, my daughter Anna went ill of dragon pox, at the edge of death. I knew Sarah wanted to stay with her and begged me to be her substitute in the Triwizard Tournament. I knew she wanted to be there because my other daughter, Helen, had died two years before, and she couldn't be with her in her last hours of life. I am finally the Hufflepuff judge in the Triwizard Tournament but actually I'm a Ravenclaw, that's why this profile is a Hufflepuff profile and its old name was Sarah Major. I have already lost one daughter, and I don't want to lose the second one and make the third cry, so here I am. Please help me and understand my feelings and pressure, because I also have a lot of work. I'm also the Head of the Department of Magical International Cooperation.
My older daughter died two years ago. The younger one has now gone with her and my second husband Derek died too because the dragon pox spread. I am now left with Sarah, who I love and has been left as an orphan with nobody else than me. I am child-orphan, and I soon will be doing what I've been wishing in my youth: marry my best friend Charlie Weasley and form a family again. I prefer to have a new family and lose it than to never have a family again.
Ada Sybilla Travers:
Anna Jessica Fay:
Carrie Maria Pratt:
Helen Lillian Fay:
Lauren Cassandra Weasley:
Sarah Charlotte Major:
My next assignments (to complete, to repeat and to grade):
-Y1 L1 Astronomy Essay Extra Credit (to complete)
-Y1 L2 Astronomy Essay Extra Credit (to complete).
-Y1 L2 Charms Short Answer (to grade)
-Y1 L2 Charms Describe you wand Essay (to grade)
-Y1 L3 Charms Journal (to grade)
-Y1 L3 Charms Worksheet (to repeat)
-Y1 L5 Charms Journal (to grade)
-Y1 L5 Charms Midterm (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L6 Charms Worksheet (to repeat)
-Y1 L7 Charms Journal (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L7 Categorizing Spells Assignment (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L8 Create a Spell Essay (to complete)
-Y1 L3 Herbology quiz (to complete)
-Y1 L1 History of Magic Essay (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L2 History of Magic Essay (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L2 History of Magic quiz (to repeat)
-Y1 L3 History of Magic first assignment (to complete)
-Y1 L1 Potions quiz (to repeat)
-Y1 L1 Potions quiz (to repeat)
-Y1 L2 Potions essay (to complete) Extra Credit
-Y1 L1 Defense Against the Dark Arts quiz (to complete)
-Y1 L1 Defense Against the Dark Arts quiz (to complete)
-Y1 L1 Transfigurations essay (to complete( Extra Credit
-Y1 L2 Transfigurations quiz (to complete)
-And that's it!
-My RP story with Rose Hirahara (5 chapters)
-All the Harry Potter funkos (3 chapters)
-Tickles: A Harry Potter Harmione Fanfiction (4 chapters)
Anna is now dead. She was Marina's daughter and Sarah's stepsister. She died of dragon pox just like her stepfather Derek and her sister Helen. Would you write a few sentences for her? There's gonna be a funeral when there's enough sentences.
Naima Black's words:
Even though I don't know Anna, I will always remember her for all the good deeds she did in her life. It is very unfortunate for a kind soul like hers to succumb in such a horrible way...I am very sorry and wish that Anna's soul rests in peace...
Cho Granger's words:
I am so sorry to hear of Anna's death. Even though I never knew her, I am sure she did some awesome things. She did not deserve to die. Once again, I am sorry to hear to Anna died.
My book Tickles, with 65 reads:
-Harry, Harry, Harry, stop!-said Hermione shouting and laughing at the same time.- Please stop! Harry! Pleeease!
-Sincerely Hermione, why on Earth would I stop tickling you? I kow you like it!!
-Please Harry! Explain why you're doing this... Haaaaaaarry!!
-Do you want to go out a bit? Date? Something at least? I love you Hermione! And I loved you since we came back from the troll rescue! -Harry said softly, and after he said his last words, it looked like if he was ashamed of what he had said. But he didn't mind- I love you Herms!
-Me too Harry! -Hermione said tenderly, and kissed him as hard as she could. -I'm so happy you stopped tickling me!-she said, and after she said this she winked.-Of course I love you, with all my heart but... what about Ginny? And Rita Skeeter?
-Ginny will always have the chance too be a friend. And about Rita Skeeter... Why should we care if sh'es telling the truth for the first time in her life?
-Oh Harry. I know Ron is envious because I invited Cormac to the Slug Party. But that was only because I didn't want him to get mad with you.
-He's with Lavender anyway, but I think she's just there to make you envious. You know... Do you think Ginny will tell Ron about the situation?
-I don't think so... And about her... Do you know who she's dating?
-I thought she was dating Michael, the Ravenclaw idiot who doesn't know how to lose.
-Well yes, but they broke up a week ago because Gryffindor won the quidditch match.
-Then who's she dating?
-She's dating Dean Thomas, the muggleborn Gryffindor in your dorm!
-Wow... I suppose it's not so surprising, as she's really pretty but... She's been dating a million guys already!
-She's only been dating you, Michael and Dean.
Oh... And about you and me... How can we ask for a private double bedroom in Ron's house without Ron knowing about it?
.You'll have to talk with Ginny and tell her to prettend it's her the one who's your girlfriend.
-There's a bit of a mess in the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw relationships, you know... The ones that don't participate in this romantic decagon think you are dating Ginny, I'm dating Cormac, Ron's dating Lavender, and Michael's with Cho, while Dean would be with Parvati, and Seamus, with Padma. But actually it's a bit different. Ron's with Lavender , Seamus and Parvati, and Michael and Cho too... But nobody knows that Cormac's actually dating Parvati, Ginny's with Dean and I'm with you. Except you and me, of course. And let's not forget the ones in your first Quidditch team. Fred's dating Alicia and George's dating Katie Bell. He was one of the first to come after we was jinxed by...
-Yes, it's probably Malfoy. AND, let's not forget that Olivers' dating Angelina.
-But he's out of Hogwarts! How can he...?
-I'll explain it instantly. Look, it seems that..
-Haven't you wondered why Angelina goes to Hogsmeade being in seventh grade, with all the quidditch stuff and everything? Well, Oliver Wood is his boyfriend. He's now on the Puddlemere UNited wuidditch reserve team. He's really well paid and likes what he does so he won't allow Angelina to stop him from doing training. His only free day is Wednesdays, so Angelina convinced Professor McGonagall to set the Hogsmeade trip day to Wednesdays. Professor McGonagall is deputy headmistress and she's the Gryffindor head of ohuse and likes quidditch and...
-I play quidditch in the Hogwarts Gryffindor quidditch team Hermione, I know that.- Harry interrupted, bouncing on the bed.
-Well, as she's the captain of the team Professor McGonagall likes her a lot, so Angelina convinced Professor McGonagall. Oliver and Angelina see each other at Hogsmeade on Wednesdays.
-Oh, now I understand! But I thought Wood had nothing in his mind but quidditch. He told me that when they bought me the Firebolt he told McGonagalll he didn't mind about my life, he just wanted me to catch the snitch.
-I don't really like Oliver Wood. I don't think he's on his mind.
-Seriously Harry, I actually don't understand you.- Ron said calmly but confused.
-I mean, you never bared Lavender. You just wanted -and still want- to make Hermione envious. Now Won-Won has dumped her beloved Lavender's ass without an explanation, but she was just a pretend girlfriend, not for her, only for you. You now started to date Luna for making Hermione even moe jealous, but you're starting to like Luna and you don't know what to think. Is that what you're stammering? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Yes it is. And of course, you're telling me because you betrayed so many people oyu've got nobody else than me and Ginny And of course, Ginny's your sister and Hermione's friend and it's not the same. Well I'll tell you something. I'm her friend too. I'm Ginny's friend and Hermione's guy. And if you don't know if choosing Hermione or Luna, choose Luna, because Hermione is taken by me. You've just got Luna left Ron, and if she notices you were just pretend at the beggining you won't even have friends, if you don't consider Neville of course, 'cause I don't know why, I suppose you don't, and I do. And as Moaning Myrtle would say, you're tactless. I'm sick of this situation, Ron! I'm fed up! Go to hell!
There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute and both Harry and Ron noticed that they were in the Gryffindor common room and everyone had heard them. Both Lavender and Hermione started crying and went to the girls bedroom in different directions, somehow. Ron had also got tears in his eyes. Harry wasn't ashamed of what he had said, but in fact he had never in his life seen Ron cry, although he was his best friend of all time. He heard Ron ask "Does anyone know how to go to the Ravenclaw common room?" and as he left, Harry went to the girls dorm and called Hermione. He was going to go to Hogsmeade with her and talk in private before she believed different things about his opinion situation, because he was sure the rumour would be spread aronund all the school and Malfoy would be laughing at every single Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the matter.
When Harry arrived at Hogsmeade in 9 in the night thanks to the Marauder's Map with Hermione, he kissed her in the lips and said:
-I love you Herms. I love you with all my heart and I wanna have kids with you.-he hoped Hermione didn't have a strange expression on her face. But she was already asleep. "She must be really tired. She needs some sleep" he thought. He joined him, and they slept all night with their lips together, hugging and with their liegs crossed between them.
A Light in the Darkness, Kahala Naga's Dramione story, which I love:
"Ron, wait!" Hermione reasoned, trying to grab for his hand. "What are you talking about!?"
"Yeah." he snarled, blue eyes cold. "You heard me. Lavender said that you were snogging Harry yesterday in the corridor after Potions."
"Harry!?" she cried incredulously, an expression of utter disbelief on her face. "What the bloody heck? He's just a friend! I didn't even see Harry almost the entire day! He was with Ginny, remember?"
Ron glanced down at their intertwined hands, snatching his away from her grasp. "I don't believe you."
"No. We're done, Hermione. Goodbye."
And he left her there. Hermione stared at the portrait hole where Ron had just exited. Quickly looking around the Gryffindor common room, she was relieved that no one else had witnessed the breakup.
Hermione ran up the stairs to her dormitory, and closed the door behind her. She stood, numb and silent for a few seconds. She slid down the wall, tears forming in her brown eyes. Head between her knees, she cried.
She stayed in her dorm almost the entire rest of the day, skipping dinner and the sixth-year get-together that happened near the Black Lake. Hermione could not fathom what had happened earlier, still in utter shock that Ron had believed such an obvious lie.
"Mione!" called a voice. Footsteps echoed as someone walked up the winding staircase to her dormitory. The door flung open, and Ginny walked into the room. She spotted Hermione almost instantly- her back to the wall, sitting there in silence. "Oh, Hermione..."
She walked over to where the brunette was sitting. She crouched down, now face-to-face with her best friend.
"My brother's an absolute, bloody git. You know that, right? He's an absolute jerk. He doesn't deserve your friendship if he's going to believe lies so easily."
"Do you know who told him?" Hermione whispered, teeth clenched, tears streaming down her face from her bloodshot eyes. Ginny shook her head. "Lavender Brown."
"That absolute bloody idiot." Ginny's eyes flashed with cold, absolute anger. Ginny and Hermione shared the same hatred for their fellow Gryffindor. Lavender was just so...frustratingly... annoying. "Come on, Mione." She stood up, pulling her best friend up with her. "I'm in the mood to go smack someone."
Ginny stalked determinedly out of the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the stares of their fellow housemates. Hermione followed, her dejection subsiding as she watched Ginny out of the corner of her eye. She really did look like she could smack someone... it was kind of funny, honestly. But still, the sinking feeling of misery didn't go away. It seemed to weigh her down, and it felt like she was falling, never able to reach back up again.
"You absolute jerk!" Ginny screamed suddenly. Hermione blinked, looking forward. Ron had just pulled away from snogging Lavender; she held onto his arm.
"Careful, Won-Won." Lavender whispered dramatically. "She looks really horribly mad...but don't worry. You didn't do anything."
"You absolute, bloody IDIOT!" Ginny screamed. She stalked towards her brother, fury and rage penetrating from her gaze. "You are the WORST brother ANYONE could ask for!"
Ron stepped back; even he seemed shocked by Ginny's strong defense against Hermione.
"What in bloody heck is WRONG with you!?" she shrieked, drawing the stares of curious and concerned classmates. Whispers filled the hall as the commotion started to draw a crowd. The Slytherins, all in a cluster, whispered and laughed at the scene.
"What's wrong now?" Draco Malfoy sneered, laughing. "Did mudblood Granger lose a homework assignment? perfectly good reason for freaking out, isn't it?" He put his hand on his forehead, and mocked a faint. "I got a- a ninety percent! It's the end of the world!"
The Slytherins laughed, Pansy Parkinson the most. She doubled over in fake laughter, obviously trying to get Malfoy's attention.
"Won-Won, we should go. I don't want anything to happen to you...that would be horribly tragic!"
"Listen up, you jerk." growled Ginny, diverting her attention to Lavender. "I don't know what the heck you think that you saw. But I swear to you...Harry Potter was with me the entire day. So, please, for everyone's sake, shut up and stop ruining Hermione's life."
"Talking about me, are you?" Harry pushed his way through the crowd, green eyes ablaze with extreme confusion. "What's going on?"
"Ron?" Harry turned to Hermione and Ginny. "Hermione...?"
"This jerk thinks that you and Hermione snogged after Potions the other day." Ginny's eyes were ablaze with cold, blue fire. "Lavender told him."
Harry turned to his best friend with a look of pure disbelief. "What the heck are you talking about?"
"Lavender saw it!" Ron snarled back, glancing at his new girlfriend. "And she wouldn't lie to me."
Ginny took a few steps forward again. "I swear, Ronald Weasly." Ginny said quietly, pointing at him threateningly. "I will smack you straight across the face if you don't shut up now."
Ron grabbed his sister's hand, twisting it back. "I'm older than you remember? And stronger. Don't forget all the times..." The rest of his sentence was inaudible to everyone except Ginny, who tried with no avail to punch him with her other hand.
Pain flashed through Ginny's eyes, and Harry immediately unclasped Ron's hand from Ginny's wrist. She clenched her fists, and it seemed like she was about to punch her brother.
"You traitor." Ron whispered, staring at his younger sister.
"Other way around." she muttered.
"Oh, you want to go there?" Ron said angrily, stepping towards Ginny.
"Just STOP!" Hermione screamed. The corridor fell silent. All eyes were on her- but she didn't care. She was oblivious to everything, except for Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Lavender. She took a few steps forward, until she was a few feet away from him. She lifted her trembling hand, and punched him. Straight in the face. They heard a sickening CRACK, and Ron fell back onto the tile floor.
"Won-Won!" Lavender cried, dropping to her knees beside her wounded boyfriend.
Hermione looked back at Ginny-at Harry- at the crowd surrounding the scene. Tears in her eyes, she fled the corridor. Hermione ran out of the building onto the grounds. She ran past Hagrid's hut, down to the Black Lake. It was twilight; the sun reflected on the water, and a breeze, too gentle to be called wind, rustled the face of the mirror in front of her. Hermione wiped her eyes free of tears- she wasn't sad- she didn't have time to be sad. She had a reason, but it wasn't...accurate. She knew that what Lavender had said was false. She knew that everyone, besides Ron, had seen that Lavender had lied just so she would finally get Ron's attention. And now? She had done it. Lavender Brown was now Ron Weasly's girlfriend.
"When's the wedding?" she mumbled to herself, picking up a small stone and throwing it into the water.
He stared as she ran out of the hall. He was supposed to laugh- but something else stirred inside of him. Pity? Sadness...? Anger? At Weasley?
No. he shook his head. These were just mixed up feelings that didn't know where to belong. He strutted out of the corridor with the rest of the Slytherins, laughing. But deep down, he didn't laugh. He felt...something stronger than the false feelings of humor. Something...else.
Draco put his hands to his head, pressing on his temples.
"Are you okay?" Pansy asked, putting her hand on his arm.
"I'm fine." he said, drawing back his arm and letting it fall beside him. They walked towards the dungeons and stopped in front of the entry, muttering the password, "Pureblood." Draco sat down in one of the chairs across from the fireplace. He told Pansy to leave him with his thoughts, and she reluctantly left for her dorm room. Soon, he was the only person that remained. Everyone else had retired to their dorms, tired. But he was the opposite; he was wide awake, and didn't plan on resting.
The memories of the previous hours spiraled in his head. The people involved in the situation eventually cleared out of his mind. Except for one.
He could relate to the way she felt, believe it or not. But no one could know. It would break his reputation that he had tried so hard to maintain and create over the years at Hogwarts. His silver eyes searched the flames for answers, but the fire was oblivious. It just danced like it always did, twirling and crackling.
Draco exhaled angrily; the thoughts weren't subsiding, nor could he focus his mind on anything else. He looked out a window at the depths of the Black Lake. Moonlight cascaded through the water, and little underwater creatures swam through the deep blue.
Draco stood up, walking out of the common room. He walked through the corridors, careful not to be seen by anyone, and crept out of the castle onto the grounds. The Lake...it was a perfect spot for contemplation. So he walked towards the lakeside. As he approached the beach, he could see that someone else was already there, occupying the spot where he had planned to be.
Hermione turned her head as she heard footsteps. The footsteps stopped a few meters away. There was no need to bring out her wand for a light spell; the moonlight offered enough. She would recognize the pale blonde hair anywhere.
"Malfoy." she hissed, standing up. "What do you want."
"Answers." he replied. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't let her. "Not from you." He said, as if the answer to her question was obvious. He walked to the lakeside, and stared at the water. "From nature."
Hermione didn't speak. She had never seen him be so...different than he usually was. She could almost believe that the person standing a few meters away was actually a normal teenager.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, emphasizing the "you."
She crossed her arms, straightening. "Same as you, I suppose."
The two stood in silence. They couldn't believe they- enemies- were acting like the other was a normal person. Sure, it just happened to be coincidence, but it seemed different than that. Like something was changing.
"And I suppose you also came to consult "nature" about the situation that occurred earlier today?" Hermione said sarcastically. "I'm sure that the trees would love to answer you on that account."
"No." Draco stared straight ahead. He answered without hesitation; his grey eyes sparkled with amusement at Hermione's comment.
She blinked. "No?"
"No." He said again, turning to face her. "I just came to think."
"Shocking." Hermione answered. Her voice didn't portray sarcasm. She was genuinely surprised. Why was Malfoy acting so...normal? It was odd to Hermione that Draco Malfoy, who had relentlessly made fun of her for years, was acting like a normal person.
"Do you ever wonder why you can't change the course of nature?" asked Hermione, trying to lift the silence that had blanketed over them for what seemed like hours. She looked at Draco, her brown eyes lit up with curiosity. "There are so many things happen, yet we can only control what's in our power."
"Not really." he said, glancing at her. He paused for a moment, as if trying to find the words to portray what his thoughts meant. "I don't know why things happen the way they do, but..." He turned towards her, uncrossing his arms. "I know that everything happens for a reason."
They were silent after that. It wasn't empty, like some stillness were; this one...words weren't needed to portray the meaning. The meaning was embedded within the emptiness itself.
The moonlight danced on the water; the nightingales sung melodies to the clouds, to the midnight blue sky, to the forest, the earth, the water. They sang about change- about how the world survived over decades, over centuries of things changing. How one thing survived within that changing world. One thing that never broke, or cracked, or shattered. One thing that remained over lifetimes of war and hate. One thing that brought everyone together, no matter the situation. One thing that could save countless lives. One thing that came from the deepest part of someone; from their soul; their heart.
Hermione couldn't think of anything to say. The tranquil silence was calming, and she didn't want to break the silence with another question. So, she stayed, part of the silence, and watched the moonlit waves crash on the beach; back, and forth, back, and forth. The water always came, and always left; one after the other. It was endless repetition; the water would always come back to the shore, no matter how long it took. The sand and waves were always together, even if it was for the slightest moment. Though they went away, they came back. Just like how Hermione wanted her life to back, just like how it had always been before.
Hermione woke up in her dorm; she pressed her forehead, the events from the previous nights coming back in a large, crashing wave. She remembered everything clearly, except...how did she get to her room?
"Good morning, Mione." called a cheerful voice. She looked over at Ginny, who had sat up from her bead where she had been reading, and placed her book on the bedside table. "How are you?"
The brunette looked around the dormitory; it was Ginny's dorm, not her's. "How did I get here again?" she mumbled, still half- asleep.
" Professor McGonagall actually helped me get you here. She saw someone near the lake, and saw that it was you from one of the window. I, uh, happened to run into her on my way back to the dorms."
"What were you doing out so late?" Hermione asked, teasingly.
Ginny's blushed furiously. "I was...uh, taking a walk."
"Sure you were. Taking a "walk" with Harry, I assume?"
Ginny's face became even redder, if that was even possible.
Hermione smiled to herself. It was always so fun teasing Ginny about her love life with "The Chosen One." She threw back the blanket and sat up. Hermione rubbed her eyes, looking out one of the windows at the sunlit grounds. "Ginny!" she said frantically. "We have class! We're going to be late!"
"Mione, it's Saturday."
Hermione paused in her frenzy. "...Oh. Good." Ginny laughed, and Hermione threw an embroidered pillow at her.
"But Hermione," Ginny started, her voice taking on a curious yet surprised tone.
She nodded, acknowledging that she had heard the first part of the question.
"Who was with you?"
Hermione stared at Ginny. She cringed as her cheeks reddened slightly. Thankfully and luckily, Ginny didn't notice. Hermione honestly had no idea why she had blushed. It was Malfoy, for goodness sake. But there was just something about him...he seemed more relaxed. More...welcomed, almost. She couldn't find the words for feeling. It was like he had finally let out a shard of his actual self for a moment. A chill went down her spine at the thought of what had happened last night. The tingle wasn't unpleasant, necessarily, though she would never admit it, even to her best friend.
"Why do you ask?" Hermione asked, trying to hide the rushed secrecy in her tone.
Ginny stared at her, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear and crossing her arms. "Who was it?"
"The least expected person, that's for sure." she mumbled. It was the truth. No one would ever guess that it had been Draco Lucius Malfoy who had coincidentally decided to go to the Black Lake.
"Luna? Seamus? Dean? Lavender?" Hermione shook her head and flashed Ginny "the look."
"Sorry." The redhead said, shrugging sheepishly. "She's unlikely, though." She kept sprouting out names, and Hermione shook her head at each one. It seemed like she had named every student at Hogwarts before she finally spat out, "Malfoy?"
Hermione didn't answer, but glanced at Ginny, then continued to pull on black converse shoes that matched her theme of purple, white, and black.
"Wait, Malfoy?" Ginny said in utter disbelief. "Actually?"
"It was just coincidence." Hermione said honestly, tying her hair back into a ponytail. "It's not like I asked for it or anything. We were just at the same place at the same time."
Ginny stared for a second. She had that look in her eye when she was trying to figure something out. Hermione looked up from fastening a thin, golden bracelet on her wrist.
"What?" she said defensively, cheeks taking on the slightest pink tinge.
"...Nothing." Ginny said, stepping into a pair of white sneakers and bending over to tie them. A moment later, she stood back up. "You ready for breakfast?" she asked, changing the subject.
Hermione nodded, glancing at herself once in the mirror. "Yeah."
The two of them walked to the Great Hall; the stares of students who had witnessed yesterday's drama the last thing that they payed attention to. Ginny and Hermione greeted Luna, had a brief talk about the Quibbler, then walked to the Gryffindor table. The two sat on the opposite end as Ron and Lavender, and glared whenever the two looked their way. Soon, Harry came to sit across from them.
"There is something completely wrong with him." he mumbled, taking a few deviled eggs from the large plate in front of him. Hermione nodded, but didn't speak. She grabbed a slice of toast, and slathered it with raspberry jab. Ginny did the same.
"Harry," Ginny started, glancing at Hermione. "You'll never guess who happened to be at the Lake the same time as Hermione last night."
"It was coincidence!" she said insistently, rolling her eyes and swallowing. "I didn't ask for it."
"Malfoy." Ginny spat, quickly taking a bite of toast as if to get the name off her tongue.
Harry stared at Hermione, his emerald green eyes full of confusion. "Wait, you and that- that git just happened to go to the black Lake at the exact same time? And you didn't kill each other?"
"Wow, Hermione. I'm impressed."
Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione gave a small smile, and turned her attention back to her breakfast. While Ginny and Harry talked about who-knows-what, the memories kept replaying in Hermione's mind. She, for some reason, couldn't seem to take her mind off what Malfoy had been like. He seemed so normal, that it was almost hard to believe that he was the same person who has mercilessly tormented she and her friends through their previous five years at Hogwarts. It was their sixth year, now. And it seemed like, only to her, that Malfoy had...changed somehow. he didn't seem like the same bloody prick from previous weeks, months, and years. He seemed like a normal teenager. It's funny how running into someone once can totally change the way someone perceives someone else. This is what Hermione kept thinking about. How that coincidental meeting with Malfoy had let her see a different side of him. A...genuine side.
Her eyes roamed the Great Hall. Hermione wasn't looking for anyone in particular...she just liked looking around and seeing people talk with their friends. That's what life at Hogwarts was supposed to be like. One was supposed to make friends and create relationships with people. It wasn't supposed to be like what her life was now. As she looked around the hall, she made eye contact with someone. Silver met mahogany, and their gazes lingered for the slightest time. As Hermione was startled with a laugh from Ginny, she broke eye contact. But, through breakfast, she continued to glance that direction whenever she could feel a pair of grey eyes on her.
After breakfast, Hermione set off, alone. Despite her protests, Ginny had stayed behind with Harry, which is what Hermione had wanted. They deserved more time together; Ginny was a year behind them, and didn't get to see her boyfriend all that often, thanks to exams, homework, and the average Harry Potter fan club. Immediately, her thoughts drifted to Ron and Lavender. She hadn't spoken to them, nor had they spoken to her after the incident that had arisen.
Hermione walked along the path to the Black Lake, yet again. She breathed in the air as the lakeside got closer. It was calming, she had to admit.
"Oh look! It's the filthy little mudblood." she turned around. Draco walked up to her from the other path to the lake, Crabbe and Goyle behind him. Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly. She crossed her arms.
"And...why should I care, again?" she asked, giving a smirk that could have been Malfoy's himself. "It seemed to have slipped my mind."
A flash of surprise traveled across his grey gaze. "Because some of us," he started, glaring at his two fellow Slytherins. "are..superior to others. And some of us..." he took a step towards her; Hermione looked up at him, gaze not wavering the slightest. "Aren't from filthy muggle families." he smirked. You should go back to where you belong, mudblood." he called, walking back to the other trail. "The wizarding world is obviously too...great for someone like you. Do us all a favor."
Yeah...he hadn't changed the slightest bit. Hermione wasn't surprised...he was Draco Malfoy, for goodness sake. And yet...she seemed to have this small shard of confusion and hurt implanted in her mind. He had been so...normal yesterday. She didn't know what this was about.
"Probably just a fluke." Hermione mumbled to herself, turning around and walking back to the castle. She walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, voicing the password 'Chocolate Frog' and climbing through the portrait hole. Walking in, Hermione immediately noticed Ron on the couch, Lavender sitting next to him, the two passionately snogging, thrashing like a pair of lovesick eels, as Ginny would say. Quickly looking elsewhere, she could see that Seamus and Neville, who were playing Wizard's Chess on the other side of the common room, shared her dislike in the scene.
Hermione quickly looked away, her face slightly reddening in anger. She quickly walked up to her dorm room, and opened the door. No one was there. Fantastic.
Hermione quickly walked up to her dorm room. Ginny and Harry were together; Ron was off snogging Lavender, and Malfoy was probably bullying some defenseless first year. She had no one.
Hermione sat down numbly, and stared at the white wall. She blinked back the rush of tears that threatened to fall, sighing. She laid down on her bed; why was life so cruel to her? She hadn't done anything to anyone. Yet life had decided to show her the bitterness, pain, and sorrow that befell everyone eventually. A tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it off. Why couldn't everything just go back to the way it was? Why did it have to take this course instead of another?
"The brightest witch of her age..." she mumbled to herself. If she was so knowledgeable, then why couldn't she find the answer? Why did it have to run away? She managed to fall asleep somehow. Hopefully, her dreams were an escape from reality this time, instead of more of the life she was living.
No. Her dreams were restless; Lavender always showed up in her dream- no- her nightmare- and started kissing her ex-boyfriend.
"You're nobody..." she whispered, twirling a lock of dirty blond hair around her finger. "Just a poor, filthy, mudblood. No real friends...no nothing. You don't have a place here, mudblood." Ron came up behind Lavender, and she giggled, pecking him on the cheek. "Even Ron didn't want you." she stared with brown eyes, and bit her lip. "Go back to where you belong." she whispered to Hermione, pushing her away. Hermione stumbled and fell; Lavender and Ron laughed, staring at her with cold eyes. And the scene dissolved into darkness.
Hermione woke up, surrounded by bright light. "Where am I?" she mumbled, trying to sit up.
"The Infirmary, dear." Madam Pomfrey said, walking over to her. "You were found unconscious in your dorm by Miss Ginny Weasly. Now, how do you feel?"
"Desolate and alone." she mumbled inaudibly, looking away.
"What was that dear?" the nurse asked.
"Nothing." Hermione answered, shaking her head. "I feel fine."
Madam Pomfrey nodded, pleased. "You are going to stay one more night, Miss Granger. Just so I can keep an eye on you for a little longer."
Hermione nodded reluctantly, turning on to her side. She drifted into sleep again; her dreams were empty this time. Just a void of darkness with occasional bursts of color. She wondered what that meant. The next time she woke up, it was dark outside. The lights were off, and moonlight cascaded in from the window above her cot. Hermione sat up and stared out the window across from her. She could see the faint glimmering of the Black Lake; she looked around- there were no nurses in sight. She got out of the bed, standing up and walking over to the window. She rested her elbows on the windowsill, and stared out at the night. It was so peaceful; nightingales flew overhead, and the tiny, twinkling lights of fireflies and and woodland creatures lit up the forest. It was so serene- so tranquil. And, for a moment, she thought back to that night on the lakeside.
The door to the Infirmary creaked; she looked abruptly that way. The person stared at her, and she met their eyes. She could tell- she knew exactly who it was.
The two stared at each other. No words were said.
"Malfoy?" Hermione said, sounding confused, taking a step forward and removing her arms from the windowsill. He looked just as surprised as she was, and seemed unable to come up with an explanation.
"I..." he stammered, running his fingers through his blonde hair; it looked almost white in the moonlight. "I just..." After a few moments, he sighed, taking a few steps towards her. "I wanted to see how you were doing."
Hermione met his eyes; she didn't look away. A minute passed...two... She looked away, mentally punching herself as her cheeks took on a pink tinge. "Thanks." she glanced at him, quickly turning her gaze to the view out the window. "You're the only one that... came to visit" she said quietly, putting her elbows back on to the windowsill. Draco walked towards her, stopping a few feet away. He turned towards the view of the lake, immediately seeming to be transfixed as the waves traveled back and forth, back and forth.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said quietly. He glanced at her, face reddening the slightest bit.
"Yeah. It is."
After a few minutes of silence, Hermione turned towards him. "You're the only one that came today." she said, slightly clenching her fists. "You're the only one that actually seemed to care." Tears formed in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of them. "Ron's with Lavender, Ginny's probably with Harry, and Luna...I don't know. Maybe she and Neville are having a talk about exotic plants and endangered animals." A tear slid down her cheek; she didn't wipe it away.
"I'm...sorry." Draco said, his voice not seeming sarcastic at all. "Really, Hermione. I am."
She didn't expect this to happen- and neither did he. Somehow, a moment later, they found each other held in an embrace. Strangely, they didn't pull apart. They just stayed like that- silent- until they both felt that it was the right time. They just stared at each other; finally eye- to- eye for once. Literally.
Hermione mentally told herself to stop blushing. It was Draco Malfoy, for goodness sake. And yet...he cared enough to risk detention to come and see how she was doing. The thought of that spread a warm feeling through her body; she smiled to herself, glancing back out at the lake. She wiped away the last few tears with the back of her hand, letting out a shaky breath.
"Thanks." she whispered to him. "You know, for coming here." Mere words couldn't describe what she felt. Though it was the middle of the night, she still...admired that Draco had come to check on her.
Draco looked at her; he gave a small smile, and nodded slightly. "You're welcome."
They sat down on the marble floor, the room flooded with moonlight. Everything was silent, except for the occasional short talk about the regular school things; quiddich, classes, exams, that sort of thing. Draco didn't bring up the...situation. Hermione remembered that, tucking away the thought in the back of her mind. Draco was understanding enough that he didn't bring up anything that could potentially upset her. And Hermione found that kind of him. As they talked and simply just stayed with each other through the night. At some point, Hermione's eyelids grew heavy. Draco was starting to get tired as well, but...he didn't really want to leave. He didn't know why, but he just didn't. He wanted to stay there- with her. They both fell asleep after an hour or so of silence.
When Draco woke up again, the sun was starting to rise. He looked over at Hermione, who was soundly asleep, her head resting on his shoulder. He just stared for a moment- at her face portraying a serene expression, at her hair flowing down her back in dark brown waves. He glanced out the window across from them; students and teachers alike would start to wake soon. Draco picked up Hermione, careful not to rouse her from her sleep, and laid her down on the cot. He covered her with the blanket, glancing one last time at her face. As he turned around, he paused. Draco looked back at her, quickly leaning over and pressing his lips against her forehead.
He quickly left before anyone would notice, walking back down to the Slytherin common room as quietly as he could. But still- a slight smile didn't leave his face. He just couldn't keep his mind off of what the night had been like. Sure, they had only talked, but Hermione was so easy to converse with. It was like she... understood him. His face reddened as these thoughts traveled through Draco's mind. Did he like her...? Was it possible? One side of him said absolutely not- she was a filthy mudblood, for goodness sake. But the other side...the other side wanted to. The other side smiled at the mention of her name, and couldn't get her image out of his head. Draco felt more compelled to listen to that side. And so, finally, he came to a conclusion.
Yes. He liked Hermione Jean Granger.
Hermione woke up when she heard voices talking. She blinked, looking up at Ginny and Harry who were seated on two chairs next to her cot.
"Hermione!" Ginny cried suddenly, enveloping her friend in a hug. "Are you okay!?" she asked frantically, surveying her. Hermione smiled, nodding.
"I'm fine." she said reassuringly, sitting up. "But-" she started, the memories of the previous night suddenly coming back to her- memories upon memories, emotions upon emotions. She remembered how easy it had been to talk to Draco- no, Malfoy. She remembered how he had cared enough to check on her- it brought a slight smile to her face. She shook her head. "Never mind." Hermione mumbled, not ready to tell her friends. Sure, it was only Harry and Ginny. But that was the thing...being who they were, they wouldn't understand. They wouldn't realize what it had been like for her. Ginny nodded, but she seemed to be thinking. She seemed to be reviewing possibilities of what it was that Hermione didn't want to share. She opened her mouth, quickly closing it. As Harry and Hermione talked, Ginny thought and thought about what Hermione could be hiding. Her eyes widened as she came across a potential possibility. Malfoy...? Could it have been...? Ginny stared at Hermione as she and Harry conversed. The brunette seemed happier than usual. She seemed...content.
Ginny and Harry stayed with her for an hour longer, before they were required to leave by Madam Pomfrey. Hermione waved, looking down at her hands as the doors to the Infirmary closed. She was almost sure that Ginny had an idea about what had happened last night. She smiled to herself. Hermione truly had enjoyed that time with Draco. It gave her a warm feeling just thinking about it. Did she like him? So soon after Ron broke up with her? Hermione contemplated this, spending almost an hour thinking and staring at her hands. Did she...? Could she possibly be falling for the Slytherin Prince?
Her cheeks tinted pink as she thought about it. She had never felt this way around Ron. With the Weasley, it felt like how she and Harry were. Friends. But with Malfoy...it was something else. Something else that she couldn't exactly place.
"Draco." she whispered fondly to herself, laying back down and closing er eyes. Maybe...just maybe...she liked him a bit.
Madam Pomfrey let Hermione leave the Infirmary that afternoon. She was greeted at dinner with a hug from Ginny, and countless other people asking how she was feeling. She felt fine; happier than she had in days. She made it through dinner without any disturbances from Ron and Lavender, luckily. Instead of focusing on them, she savored the time with Harry and Ginny, along with Luna who had visited for a short while from the Ravenclaw table.
After dinner, she left in the direction of the common room with Ginny; Harry had decided to talk to Dean, Seamus, and Neville about a topic regarding Charms. Instead of going to Gryffindor Tower, Ginny led Hermione out to the grounds. It was still light outside, though the sky was starting to streak with violet. They stopped at the beach, and Hermione looked at Ginny in confusion.
"Why the beach?" she asked. "Why not the library?"
Ginny rolled her eyes like the answer was the most obvious thing in the whole wide world. "Where were you two nights ago? Who were you with?"
Hermione straightened, trying to ignore the fact that her face had taken on a pink tinge. "Just because we happened to be at the same place at the same time doesn't mean anything, Ginny."
The Weasley smiled. "But the fact that you blush profuriously ever time he's mentioned does mean something." Ginny stared at her, tucking a strand of fire- red hair behind her ear. "You like him, don't you." she finally said after a minute of silence. Hermione glared at her knowingly, face heating up.
"I do not!" she insisted, trying not to smile. Ginny just grinned, crossing her arms.
"Wait until Harry hears about this." she said, biting her lip.
"Don't!" Hermione screeched, grabbing her arm. "Don't you dare." Ginny paused, pretending to contemplate the situation.
"Fine." she said reluctantly, sighing, holding up her hands. She smiled, eyes sparkling. "You can't deny it though."
"Oh, shut up." Ginny just laughed, taking a step back towards the school.
"Come on, Mione. I'll ask McGonagall if you can stay in our dorm tonight." Hermione nodded, glancing back at the spot where she and Draco had talked. She smiled to herself, following Ginny.
Everyone else was asleep. But for some reason, Hermione couldn't. She was wide awake, thoughts of the previous past two nights fresh in her head. She picked up a book from the side table, flipping to the page where she had left a book mark. She didn't get far, however, because she heard tapping on the window next to her temporary bed. Hermione stood up, and looked at an owl. A large, majestic, Eurasian Eagle- Owl. She looked into it's amber eyes, opening the window and taking the piece of paper that had been tied to its talon.
Meet me at the lake.
Hermione smiled to herself, quietly putting on a pair of shoes and grabbing her cloak. She turned back to the owl, quickly writing "Coming." on the piece of parchment, stroking the top of the creature's head. It flapped its wings, taking off, and soared through the midnight sky in the direction of the lake.
Hermione walked out of the dorm, silently creeping out of Gryffindor Tower and walking out on to the grounds. She proceeded towards the lake, hugging her cloak around her; a gust of wind tousled her hair that she had left down, and she shivered under its touch. As she neared the beach, the blonde turned around. Just like the night before, his hair was illuminated by moonlight, seeming a brilliant silvery white.
"Hi." she said, walking up to him. He held up the paper; Draco didn't say anything, but he merely smiled. It wasn't a smirk, it was a smile. An actual, genuine smile.
"Hermione." he acknowledged, grey eyes seeming to light up. She stopped next to him, and stared out at the water. It was so tranquil- the rhythm of the waves, the dancing of the trees, and the chorus of the birds. She glanced at him; Draco seemed so calm- so at home here. She smiled to herself, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
"Why did you ask me to come?" she inquired quietly after a moment, glancing at him. Draco turned towards her, looking away. He opened his mouth to speak, closing it a second later.
"I'm sorry." he said quickly. "I'm sorry about how aggravating and horrible I've been. You...didn't deserve it." Hermione stared at him, gaze not wavering. "I really am, Hermione." Draco said softly, eyes portraying pure agony. "I am."
She gave a small smile. Hermione turned back to him; slowly, and almost cautiously, she glanced down and took his hand. Their eyes met a second later; he seemed surprised; shocked; and maybe even glad that she had done what she did. Hermione glanced down at their intertwined fingers, and looked out at the glimmering water for a second. She turned back to him, and smiled reassuringly.
Draco was in shock. He had never thought, in a million years, that Hermione Granger would accept his apology. Yet there she was- standing next to him with a sight smile on her face, literally holding his hand in hers. He looked at her; he tried to hide the smile that his face portrayed, but couldn't. The side that wanted to smile- that wanted to be happy- was too overpowering. That side of him just wanted to stay there- with her- and didn't want to leave.
"Why?" he asked quietly, looking over at her. She turned her head, confused. "Why do you forgive me? Why do you believe me?"
Hermione turned towards him, not letting go of his hand. She smiled, staring at the moonlit water for a second. "Because you're a good person. I believe that you are. So, there's no reason not to believe you, even if someone else- anyone else- might not." Their gazes didn't waver; they stayed even, and neither looked away. "I can see through what others can't."
Draco simply looked at her- it felt like a gigantic weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He seemed calmer- glad that someone else understood. The two of them just looked into the distance; at the glimmering water, at the nightingales flying overhead, and simply at the sky. After a while, they sat down on the sand. Hermione's mind kept traveling back to the situation that had occurred two days prior. Her head kept filling with Ron and Lavender- how outraged he looked- and how he had believed such an obvious lie. Yet here she was- with Draco Malfoy of all people. But...he seemed to understand her. He seemed to feel her pain; though maybe not in the same way, he still could. That was one of the many differences between him and Ron- no, Weasley. He didn't deserve to be called by his first name, even by her. Especially by her. Hermione exhaled, clearing that one thought out of her head. Back to the point. Weasley never empathized the way Draco did. He would always say, "I know, Hermione. It's going to be fine." But the words were empty. His eyes never portrayed anything. Draco meant what he said- he could speak through his silver gaze, not needing words to tell what he meant. And that, in a way, was an ability that few had.
Hermione was standing next to him, holding his hand. Draco smiled at the thought; his mind filled with the image of his father- of his aunt Bellatrix- of the Dark Lord himself. What would they say? How would they torture him for being with Hermione? His teeth clenched as he thought about what they could do to her. Unconsciously, his grip on her hand tightened. Since his third year, he had admired Hermione. He had liked her, as some would say. But now...everything could crumble to dust in a matter of minutes. They would torture her- kill her, even. And there would be nothing he could do.
"Draco." she whispered, turning to face him. He snapped out of that state, thoughts vanishing suddenly. That was one thing about her- one simple word- saying his name- could drive all negative thoughts away.
"Thank you." he said quietly, glancing at her.
She just gave a small smile, leaning her head on his his shoulder. "Whatever is is..." she murmured "It's going to be fine."
The next morning, Hermione woke up back in Ginny's dorm room. She and Draco had come back to the castle a few hours prior, making sure that no one noticed the two of them. She remembered the night fondly, smiling the slightest. Quickly, she changed and got ready for the school day, picking up a book after surprisingly succeeding to tame her hair.
"Good morning, Ginny!" she said as the Weasley woke up.
"Reading?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, getting out of bed and shuffling towards the bathroom. Hermione nodded, flipping the page and continuing to scan the text. Ginny emerged in her school robes, ready for the day, ten minutes later. She and Hermione greeted the other three girls and headed down the thin staircase to the common room. They ignored Lavender Brown who was talking with another dark- haired Gryffindor girl, and climbed out of the portrait hole, starting toward the Great Hall. When they arrived, Ginny and Hermione immediately ignored Lavender and Ron; Hermione honestly didn't know how much more of Lavender feeding the Weasley toast she could handle. She stalked to the other end of the table, and sat down across from Ginny. Harry came not too long after, sitting next to the redhead. Harry and Ginny continued a conversation after a short talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts, which would happen later that day. She just sat there, slowly nibbling away at her toast with strawberry jam. Again, it was accidental; but her eyes seemed to meet Draco's again. She quickly looked away, but not before she gave him a small smile.
Ginny glanced at Hermione; the brunette had quickly looked away from someone else's gaze. Someone from the Slytherin table.
"Harry, I have to talk to Mione." she said once their conversation had come across a suitable time for it to pause. He left, pecking Ginny on the cheek, looking at them curiously as he went over to talk to Seamus. Hermione looked at her, crossing her arms. "Why are you staring at Malfoy?" she said quietly, getting straight to the point.
"I- I am not!" Hermione insisted, looking away, face flushing the slightest.
"Yes you are." Ginny said, smirking. "You have Potions today, right? With the Slytherins?"
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't come up with anything to say. Ginny did have a point...this once. She just rolled her eyes, cheeks absolutely red. The Weasley didn't say anything else. She rested her arms on the table, smiling. "And so I rest my case."
Okay...Hermione had forgotten about Potions. Shocking, right? Hermione Jean Granger forgetting about a class...but her mind was focused on...other things. Such as a particular blonde. But yes, now that Ginny mentioned it, she did have Potions with the Slytherins; which meant that she had Potions with Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione looked over at Harry's cauldron, half annoyed, half in shock. His batch of Felix Felicis, also known as Liquid Luck, was the perfect color. Slughorn had said that Harry's potion was perfect- perfect! All he had done was taken the advice of whomever the Half-Blood Prince was, and done what had been scribbled in the margins of the old textbook. But still- perfect! Hermione felt that she should have been awarded the prize of winning. After all, she was the brightest witch of her age, and had never, ever come in second. Until now.
As Slughorn's class came to a close, he announced that everyone should look to their right. Hermione did, and locked on to a set of grey eyes.
"This person will be your partner for the rest of the semester- take some time to get to know them, because you'll be working together quite a bit in this class!" Slughorn chuckled, motioning for everyone to leave.
'My partner is Draco Malfoy.' Hermione thought, still not looking away. 'For the rest of the semester.' She gave Draco a small smile before she picked up her bag and turned towards the door with the stream of other students.
"Granger!" a voice called. She turned around; Draco held up a piece of parchment that had fallen out, covered in small, neat handwriting. Hermione took it, carefully putting the page between the folds of a notebook.
"Thanks." she said quickly, glancing at him and tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. He didn't say anything, but rather looked at her. He just nodded slightly, giving the slightest of smiles, and whisked out of the room, followed closely by Pansy Parkinson.
"Moved on quickly, have we?" whispered a voice behind her. Hermione turned around and glared at Harry; he just stared right back.
"I have not!" She said, crossing her arms. "I have moved on from Ron, yes. He's a spoiled, bloody idiot. But no, Harry, have I developed 'feelings' for Malfoy." She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, lifting her chin. "I'm not the one who takes advice from a random person that wrote in a Potions textbook." Before Harry could respond, Hermione walked out of the room.
"I refuse." He said plainly, smirking. "I refuse to believe that." Harry looked at Hermione who had crossed her arms, and tried to put on a snooty face. It really didn't suite her. "Hermione, I think Ginny's right."
"And I suppose you're a genius, is that correct?" she asked mockingly, putting her books back in her bag. Defense Against the Dark Arts had been same as always- Professor Snape had assigned them extra homework because Hermione had apparently spoken out of turn. It really wasn't fair sometimes... "What exactly did Ginny tell you?" Hermione asked, picking up her bag and starting out of the room. Harry followed her, adjusting his glasses.
"She told me a lot of things, but left it vague." She nodded, but didn't say anything. Hermione was glad that Ginny had left some things blank; Harry would have never let her forget that she had been nice to Draco Malfoy. Furthermore, he was her new partner in Potions... she had many, many things to keep secret. Including the fact that she, Hermione Granger, had the smallest crush on Draco Malfoy. If Harry knew, that would be the end of existence for her. Words couldn't fathom the embarrassment. At that thought, her face reddened the slightest.
Harry glanced at her; Hermione wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying. She seemed to be deep in thought- thinking, yet aware of her surroundings. In this world, yet not. She was blushing as she thought about whatever it was. As she noticed Harry staring, she lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and started walking at a quicker pace.
"Slow down, will you?" Harry said, struggling to keep up with her.
"I have to speak with your girlfriend." she stated, glancing at him. "I'll see you later." Harry sighed, and started walking the opposite direction.
As Hermione walked into the Gryffindor common room, she saw the Weasley, who was now writing on a piece of parchment. She was relieved to see that Ginny was alone, not wanting anyone else to hear their conversation. Hermione cleared her throat, dropping her bag on the couch behind her and crossing her arms.
She looked up from the paper, brushing a strand of fire- red hair out of her eyes. She folded her hands on the table and smiled. "Yes?"
"Why did you tell Harry about everything?" Hermione asked, moving her bag and sitting down on the couch. Ginny closed her thick textbook, standing up and sitting next to her.
"I didn't tel him everything..." she said, emphasizing "everything."
"But you did tell him a lot." Said the brunette, taking on her "child, sit in the time out chair" voice.
"He's your best friend." Ginny stated simply. "Well, besides me of course." Ginny flipped her hair over her shoulder, giving a small smile. "You can't deny that, can you Hermione."
She shook her head, lightly pushing the fifth year over. She rolled her eyes, not saying anything, taking a textbook out of her bag.
"Homework together?" she asked, holding up her quill. Ginny nodded, and they both started on to what was to be a long evening of writing, studying, and helping each other understand what they found confusing and complicated.
"Thanks for the help, Mione." Ginny mumbled, turning the light off and pulling up her covers. "Goodnight."
Hermione had decided to stay in Ginny's room again. She just couldn't bear sharing a dorm with Lavender Brown. That would honestly have been torture.
Secretly, in the deepest, most secretive corner of her mind, she wanted Draco's owl to come again, bearing a note that asked her to come to the lake. At midnight, there was a quiet tapping sound on one of the windows. Hermione opened it, stroking the owl's feathers.
He didn't need to write his initials- Hermione would have known it had been him. But still, she appreciated it. Just like the night before, she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her cloak. It was warmer that the night before, so there was no need for it, but just in case, she brought it to be prepared. As she neared the beach, a smile crept on to her face. She was getting used to this new version of Draco, and he seemed almost...relieved that he had shown someone his real self. Hermione appreciated that he had revealed himself to her instead of keeping on his regular skin. She was glad that he had, and sensed that he was, too.
"Again, we find ourselves together." Hermione said playfully, glancing at him and looking back out at the water.
"Apparently so." Draco replied quietly.
In truth...he was glad that she had come. It made him feel calmer, simply being around her. No wonder the name Hermione meant stone; she seemed to ground him where he was, and made him feel like there was no need for the shield he always put up around others. That was one of the reasons he...admired her. The others- well, those could wait.
They stayed in silence for the next while, the only sound the singing of the nightingales in the forest. The waves lapped at the shore, carrying small, white shells on it's tongue, feeling the warm breeze that the serene darkness offered. Besides nature with her melody...silence. Usually, Draco would know what to say. Or, Hermione would come up with something witty and have them both laughing in the next few seconds. But now...silence. Silence was all that followed.
Silence can be reverberate, and silence can be deafening. But silence can also hold what words carry- power, influence, and strength.
And so, they just stood there, in silence.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione said, pointing her nose in the air. She turned towards Ginny, crossing her arms. "I do not fancy Draco Malfoy."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She looked around, and then leaned in towards her. "Then how come you met up at the Black Lake last night?" she whispered, smirking a smirk that could have been Malfoy's himself. She smiled at Hermione's dumbstruck expression, shrugging. "I can't believe that the other girls slept through that owl pecking on the windows."
"We just talked." Hermione mumbled, face turning redder and redder by the second.
"Even if you did just "talk," you enjoyed it!" sang Ginny, grinning as the brunette blushed furiously. "Your face is, like, the same color as my hair." she laughed. "You can't deny it, Mione. There's something going on."
"Yeah, we're Potions partners." Hermione mumbled. "That's it."
Ginny doubled over, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're Potions partners, too?" she giggled, shaking her head. "That's just...you're going to have the best year ever, Hermione. I wish I was in the same year as you so I could be in Harry's Potions class."
"But you and Harry are-" she stopped in the middle of her sentence, knowing that Ginny would use her words as more proof that there was something going on between her and Draco. "Never mind." she mumbled, rolling her eyes and turning back to her textbook. "We should study." she finally said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Ginny just smiled, taking out a notebook and quill.