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Darkover Magic by K A Woods

Format: Novella
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 40,108
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Romance, Action, Humor, General, Angst, Mystery, Drama
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Harry, Dumbledore, Hermione, James, Lily, Neville, Ron, Snape, Voldemort, Luna, Lucius, Seamus, Pansy
Pairings:

First Published: 02/14/2005
Last Chapter: 06/28/2005
Last Updated: 06/28/2005

Summary:
A prosaic story of the Final Year for Harry Potter and his friends- interlaced with romance, and the thin line that is drawn between good and evil that is crossed in order to win the ultimate battle. A good read for the reader who is enthralled with Harry Potter and the relationships, some unlikelier then others, that bond the characters together.


Chapter 2: NIGHTTIME REFLECTIONS

CHAPTER 2: NIGHTIME REFLECTIONS

It was well passed midnight when the magnificent bird soared up to the equally magnificent manor. All was asleep in the manor with the exception of one tormented soul.

Draco Malfoy lay awake contemplating his tempest of thoughts when his eagle swooped into his bedchamber. The eagle landed obediently on his shoulder and dropped Hermione’s letter into his lap.

“What the devil is this?” Draco remarked perplexed to the bird. Draco looked down at the letter addressed to ‘The Pompous New Head Boy.’

Oh nice one Granger, Malfoy thought to himself, did you come up with that one all by yourself?

Draco ripped open the letter precisely and began to read, his temper flaring up in a matter of seconds.

“Who does that Mudblood think she is? Does she honestly think she can tell a Malfoy what to do? Who gave her the right?” Draco queried aloud to himself in a fit of rage. He walked over and fell heavily onto his bed, the letter still grasped firmly in his hand.

Draco ran his hands threw his silver blonde hair, why was he, a pureblood Slytherin, worrying himself over a stupid little Gryffindor Mudblood. It just did not make sense. Come to think of it, he knew exactly why, because ever since she had come to Hogwarts she had been nothing more then a thorn in his side. And now they would even have to share a dormitory! If this was someone’s idea of a joke then it certainly was not funny.

Well maybe it won’t be too bad, Draco thought to himself, but shook the thought away immediately. Being in that close quarters with her would be almost unbearable, or so he thought. How could he possibly make this work? They were from two completely different worlds. It just did not seem feasible. Draco laid his tormented head onto the cool confines of his pillow and drifted off into an uneasy sleep with thoughts of Hermione still lurking in his mind.
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Halfway across the country there were three other restless seventeen year olds swimming in the depths of their own thoughts.

The Burrow seemed to be particularly quiet that warm August night though its inhabitants were wide-awake- unbeknownst to one another.

Ginny Weasley seemed to be the only soul in the house able to drift off to sleep. Hermione lay awake in the twin bed next to her listening to the sound of Ginny’s soft snores as she tried in vain to fall asleep, though she knew her mind would not let her.

This should be the best night of her life. She had finally accomplished what she had worked for, for six years but she still felt like something was missing- and the fact that Draco had become Head Boy did not help.

She did not really see why it had surprised her so much; she always knew it would be either him or Harry. Harry deserved it more though, and she knew that Draco in some way had to know that. Harry deserved so much more then he was being given credit for. He had not been prefect, he was not made Head Boy and now he was not even going to be Quidditch Captain! You would think Dumbledore would have at least given him that much.

Hermione wanted to talk to Harry, tell him she cared, but she didn’t know how. How could she approach that conversation? ‘Oh hi Harry I was just wondering if you were upset about never getting anything…’ Even in her head, it sounded apathetic and preposterous.

And what about Ron? The way he acted this morning was quite startling, first he would barely acknowledge the fact that she was Head Girl and then when he found out Malfoy was Head Boy he would not shut up about it. She really didn’t get him, was he honestly worried for her? Or did he just hate Malfoy that much?
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Ron laid in his bed fingering a hole in his Chudley Cannons comforter as his mind raced and heart ached.

He hated Malfoy, he absolutely hated him! Why did that git have to make his life a living hell? It was bad enough that he made fun of his name and family but now he would be sharing a living quarters with Hermione!

And on top of that, he was barking out orders like some sort of a sick drill sergeant. Did he honestly think that Hermione would do what he said? She was way to smart for any of that nonsense.

Speaking of nonsense what was this business about ‘don’t fall in love with me’ Malfoy? That was by far the least funny joke Ron had ever heard. She better have been kidding because that git was in no way worth her time. Come to think of it, Malfoy was not worth a stupid little Cornish Pixie’s time. If he and Malfoy ever met down some deserted dark alley, and Ron knew he would not be thrown straight into Azkaban, he knew exactly what he would like to do to that stupid little ferret.

He especially wondered what Malfoy would say when he found out that Ron had been named Quidditch captain over Harry. Ron knew he could at least expect a rendition of ‘Weasley is our King.’ But what about Harry? He must feel absolutely terrible, though Ron knew that Harry would never allude to the way he really felt and that was why he was so worried about his best friend…

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Across from where Ron was laying on his Chudley Cannons bedspread Harry Potter laid staring up at the bright orange ceiling his feelings caught up in a torrent of emotions.

He should be happy for his best friend, he really should but he could not help but shake the fact that it should be him going back to school as Quidditch Captain, not Ron. He had been on the team since his first year; he deserved to be captain. Harry spent days talking to the former Quidditch captains about what it would take for him to become it one day. He thought he had it all nailed and now, here he was, seventh year and he lost it to his best friend.

What happened? Where did I go wrong? Harry mused to himself, as he lay awake in the room that he shared with Ron, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, pondering over the day’s events.

Hermione becoming Head Girl had come as no surprise but he was happy for her all the same, though he did find himself to feel a bit sorry for her for having to put up with Malfoy, the pompous git better not give her a hard time or else Harry would have some Ferret arse to kick. He smiled to himself at the thought of causing any harm for the creep for hurting his best friend in any way, shape, or form. He knew he would be able to get Ron to help him too, if he would learn to remove his head from his bum and tell Hermione how he obviously felt about her. Their oblivious feelings were driving everyone crazy. Ron had practically admitted how he felt about Hermione and she took it as him being thick.

He let out another sigh as he turned over on his side in his twin size bed. His mind still unable to focus on anything other than the fact that he was not made Quidditch Captain. He had not expected for it to get to him this much. Ron deserved it; he had worked hard for the passed three years and it really meant a lot to him, but, on the other hand, Harry had worked hard for the passed six years, and what had it gotten him? Nothing but helped him keep the title of the Boy-Who-Lived, as well as ‘the youngest seeker of a century’ attached on to it. A title that Harry used to proud of but now, it meant nothing, because he lost whatever that title could have possibly meant, to Ron, The new Quidditch Captain. He knew things would be different between them now, regardless of the fake persona of being happy for Ron Harry put on. He knew he should be honest with Ron but it would cause nothing but a fight and, considering the circumstances, that was the last thing that Ron needed.

‘You would think that for once, just once, I would be considered for something that I have always dreamed about.’ Harry mused angrily, almost spouting the words out in a whisper, but held back, in fear that Ron may hear. He was not being honest with him about his feelings and he knew Ron knew that but he could at least pretend that he did not. Harry made a promise to himself that he would not feel sorry for himself. He had enough people feeling sorry for him already and once it got out that he was not captain, more people would be pulled into that group because everyone was so sure Harry was going to be a shoe in. Not making prefect was one thing, but not making Quidditch Captain too was almost a slap in the face to Harry. Quidditch was the one thing he relied on, the one thing that he was sure no one would be able to take away from him, but was taken away in the matter of one letter. Harry should know better than anyone to expect the unexpected and life did not always go the way it should, however, Harry hoped that just this once, something would go right for him.



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