New Fic
Title: Meeting in Shadows
Author: Lone Wolf
Rating: G
Spoilers: HBP (big time)
Setting: Year 7, Hogwarts
Pairing: D/Hr
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Hermione sat alone in the Great Hall early one morning in her 7th year, trying to get some work done before breakfast, the rest of the school, and her Head Girl duties arrived. She was studying more than ever trying to earn top grades because that is what the Department of Mysteries required. Ever since the "disappearance" of Sirius she had been keen to solve the mysteries that lay inside the department. There were many other mysteries she wished to understand as well, one that even the Department of Mysteries could never solve; like why she loved him.
As soon as Draco had been forced to take the Dark Mark and the plan had been set in motion, he had come to her, and they, together had gone to Dumbledore. She thought for sure Dumbledore would place Draco under protection and hide him away so he wouldn’t have to go through with the plot, but instead he told Draco to go along with it. Hermione had been furious, thinking the Headmaster was offering Draco up as bait to collect information on Lord Voldemort.
But then Dumbledore had died, and when she received her Hogwarts letter, complete with Head Girl announcement, there also was a note from Dumbledore, explaining why he had done it. Apparently Dumbledore planned for everything, even his death.
Draco was alive, somewhere. Voldemort had him; he had accomplished his goal, however poorly. Hermione never knew where he was, but every now and then during the summer he would appear next to her and for a moment, hold her in the shadows, before leaving her alone again. It was so little, but it kept her hopes alive. Now that she was back at Hogwarts, security was tighter than ever and Draco couldn’t just appear with a small 'pop' beside her.
There was also the small detail that Draco was a known Death Eater and simply popping into the Three Broomsticks during the weekends was a sure way to earn himself a cell next to his father's; a fate she knew he wished to avoid. She just wished she knew how he knew where she was, and when he would find her again.
Suddenly, her quiet sanctuary was invaded by the sounds of several pairs of feet making their way down the stairs, and their voices coming with them. She recognized them at once, the Gryffindor Quidditch team; she had nearly forgotten their match versus Slytherin today. He should be playing. Harry and Ron sat on either side of her. Harry always being slightly more observant than Ron had noticed Hermione’s slightly downtrodden moods this year; he chalked them up to Dumbledore’s death, stress and worry. Well he was partially right, and she gratefully accepted his one armed hug of reassurance.
The team talked around her of the match and as more people made their way down to the hall to grab a quick breakfast before what was sure to be an interesting match, as Slytherin had lost the bulk of its players, the Gryffindor team left for the locker rooms, and Hermione followed, hoping to find a few more minutes peace in the stands before the match began.
So many times she had sat in these stands, watching Harry and the other Gryffindors play against Slytherin, but always she had let her eyes follow him. It was always convenient that he was Seeker too and usually at least somewhat near Harry. She had stole so many glances at him from across tables, classrooms, pitches; and it wasn’t till her 5th year that she realized that he stole glances back.
But those days were long gone. The secret meetings in the halls and corridors were a thing of a past life, a life before the world had changed so drastically for them both. She knew the truth was that they could never have a life together, not now; and with a long sigh, she made her way to the top of the stands where the shadows blocked out the sun and the wind, but not her view of the pitch below, or the mass of students heading in her direction.
Slowly the stands filled with Gryffindors all around her, though most choosing to sit closer to the action, or farther away so they could presumably scream nasty things at the other team without being heard. Normally she would prove them wrong, but today, she didn't care. Let them have their fun, who knew how many days like this they would have left. As the match began she relaxed into her own world watching the players fly, cheering at some great flying by Ginny, watching as Harry searched the sky. The Slytherin Seeker was terrible, everyone knew as much, but even Harry didn’t want to humiliate the Slytherin team, if some show of mercy could convince even a handful of them not to follow their classmates, it was worth it.
Several minutes into the match she felt the rustle of a cloak behind her, a late comer? Who would come late to a match? She did not even have a chance to turn and see his face though; Draco's voice whispered in her ear, "Please tell me I was better than that."
She smiled and leaned back into his arms as he enveloped her in his embrace and kissed the side of her face, "Hmm, well I guess you were better, on your good days."
He playfully bit her ear and whispered into it, "Cheeky," while pulling her closer. They remained there for the rest of the match, and when Harry, all too soon began his race for the Snitch, Draco slowly turned Hermione’s face to his and kissed her for what they both knew would be the last time. Meeting in shadows could never be enough, but was all there ever could be for them; watching Draco slowly fade into the shadows now, with the sound of the crowd filling her ears, Hermione smiled sadly letting Draco become simply a shadow of the past.
Author: Lone Wolf
Rating: G
Spoilers: HBP (big time)
Setting: Year 7, Hogwarts
Pairing: D/Hr
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Hermione sat alone in the Great Hall early one morning in her 7th year, trying to get some work done before breakfast, the rest of the school, and her Head Girl duties arrived. She was studying more than ever trying to earn top grades because that is what the Department of Mysteries required. Ever since the "disappearance" of Sirius she had been keen to solve the mysteries that lay inside the department. There were many other mysteries she wished to understand as well, one that even the Department of Mysteries could never solve; like why she loved him.
As soon as Draco had been forced to take the Dark Mark and the plan had been set in motion, he had come to her, and they, together had gone to Dumbledore. She thought for sure Dumbledore would place Draco under protection and hide him away so he wouldn’t have to go through with the plot, but instead he told Draco to go along with it. Hermione had been furious, thinking the Headmaster was offering Draco up as bait to collect information on Lord Voldemort.
But then Dumbledore had died, and when she received her Hogwarts letter, complete with Head Girl announcement, there also was a note from Dumbledore, explaining why he had done it. Apparently Dumbledore planned for everything, even his death.
Draco was alive, somewhere. Voldemort had him; he had accomplished his goal, however poorly. Hermione never knew where he was, but every now and then during the summer he would appear next to her and for a moment, hold her in the shadows, before leaving her alone again. It was so little, but it kept her hopes alive. Now that she was back at Hogwarts, security was tighter than ever and Draco couldn’t just appear with a small 'pop' beside her.
There was also the small detail that Draco was a known Death Eater and simply popping into the Three Broomsticks during the weekends was a sure way to earn himself a cell next to his father's; a fate she knew he wished to avoid. She just wished she knew how he knew where she was, and when he would find her again.
Suddenly, her quiet sanctuary was invaded by the sounds of several pairs of feet making their way down the stairs, and their voices coming with them. She recognized them at once, the Gryffindor Quidditch team; she had nearly forgotten their match versus Slytherin today. He should be playing. Harry and Ron sat on either side of her. Harry always being slightly more observant than Ron had noticed Hermione’s slightly downtrodden moods this year; he chalked them up to Dumbledore’s death, stress and worry. Well he was partially right, and she gratefully accepted his one armed hug of reassurance.
The team talked around her of the match and as more people made their way down to the hall to grab a quick breakfast before what was sure to be an interesting match, as Slytherin had lost the bulk of its players, the Gryffindor team left for the locker rooms, and Hermione followed, hoping to find a few more minutes peace in the stands before the match began.
So many times she had sat in these stands, watching Harry and the other Gryffindors play against Slytherin, but always she had let her eyes follow him. It was always convenient that he was Seeker too and usually at least somewhat near Harry. She had stole so many glances at him from across tables, classrooms, pitches; and it wasn’t till her 5th year that she realized that he stole glances back.
But those days were long gone. The secret meetings in the halls and corridors were a thing of a past life, a life before the world had changed so drastically for them both. She knew the truth was that they could never have a life together, not now; and with a long sigh, she made her way to the top of the stands where the shadows blocked out the sun and the wind, but not her view of the pitch below, or the mass of students heading in her direction.
Slowly the stands filled with Gryffindors all around her, though most choosing to sit closer to the action, or farther away so they could presumably scream nasty things at the other team without being heard. Normally she would prove them wrong, but today, she didn't care. Let them have their fun, who knew how many days like this they would have left. As the match began she relaxed into her own world watching the players fly, cheering at some great flying by Ginny, watching as Harry searched the sky. The Slytherin Seeker was terrible, everyone knew as much, but even Harry didn’t want to humiliate the Slytherin team, if some show of mercy could convince even a handful of them not to follow their classmates, it was worth it.
Several minutes into the match she felt the rustle of a cloak behind her, a late comer? Who would come late to a match? She did not even have a chance to turn and see his face though; Draco's voice whispered in her ear, "Please tell me I was better than that."
She smiled and leaned back into his arms as he enveloped her in his embrace and kissed the side of her face, "Hmm, well I guess you were better, on your good days."
He playfully bit her ear and whispered into it, "Cheeky," while pulling her closer. They remained there for the rest of the match, and when Harry, all too soon began his race for the Snitch, Draco slowly turned Hermione’s face to his and kissed her for what they both knew would be the last time. Meeting in shadows could never be enough, but was all there ever could be for them; watching Draco slowly fade into the shadows now, with the sound of the crowd filling her ears, Hermione smiled sadly letting Draco become simply a shadow of the past.