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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 5: A TORRENT NIGHT

CHAPTER 5: A TORRENT NIGHT

“HERMIONE GET UP!” Ron bellowed frantically.

“What are you on about Ron?” Hermione sputtered groggily as her eyes fluttered open.

“IT’S BLOODY 9:05! WE ARE LATE FOR THE PREFECTS’ MEETING!” Ron yelled as Hermione was up in a flash and already racing towards the portrait hole.

“Not in a hurry now are we dears?” The Fat Lady mused as Ron and Hermione burst through the Portrait hole, practically knocking the Fat Lady’s picture off the wall. “How rude…”

“RON HOW COULD YOU LET ME OVERSLEEP?!” Hermione raged at Ron as she raced down the hall towards the Prefects Common Room, Ron having to practically sprint to keep up with her.

“WELL SORRY HERMIONE BUT I DIDN’T THINK AN INSUFFERABLE KNOW IT ALL LIKE YOURSELF WOULD NEED ME TO BE YOUR ALARM CLOCK!” Ron countered at Hermione, his cheeks bright red with fury.

“WELL RONALD IT WOULD AT LEAST HAVE BEEN COMMON COURTESY, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU HAD TO BE THERE AT NINE TOO!” Hermione shrieked in Ron’s direction as the two continued their sprint down the hallway.

“I WAS SHOWING COMMON COURTESY BY NOT WAKING YOU UP!” Ron yelled back, his crimson ears practically steaming from anger.

“REALLY RON AND HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT?” Hermione spat as the two arrived at the door leading to the Prefects’ Common Room.

“WELL FIRST I SAT DOWN ON THE COUCH, YOU FELL OVER ON ME ASLEEP, THEN I FELL ASLEEP, ALONG WITH MY BLOODY RIGHT ARM WHICH I MUST SAY STILL HASN’T FULLY WOKEN UP!” Ron raged as his right arm dangled oddly at his side. The pair stood staring daggers at each other for several moments before the door to the Prefects’ Common Room suddenly opened.

“Well, well have I caught you two at a bad time?” The silky voice of Draco Malfoy sneered from the doorway, “Sorry to interrupt your lovers’ spat but there was a Prefect Meeting that started at nine you know.”

Ron and Hermione shot loathing looks at each other before slithering into the Prefects’ Common Room, careful to avoid anyone’s eyes, even each other’s.

“Tsk, Tsk, and here I expected punctuality from you Granger.” Draco whispered menacingly to Hermione as she walked past him.

The meeting ran rather smoothly, the only interruptions being the question of nighttime patrol stations. Slytherins of course commandeering the dungeons while Justin Finch-Fletchley and the rest of the Hufflepuffs being stuck with the rooftops. Hermione worked out a solution that involved a rotation between houses and patrol areas that kept everyone, for the most part, happy.

After some more discussions on policies, rules, regulations, and meeting times, the very first Prefects’ meeting of the year was adjourned. The room immediately broke into a torrent of chattering as all of the Prefects went their separate ways.

“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger I have some things to discuss with you both, would you please come with me.” The omnipotent voice of Albus Dumbledore declared as he entered the common room just as Hermione and Draco were cleaning up, Ron still hanging around in the corner.
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Harry sank onto the couch that Hermione and Ron had previously deserted, having over heard the whole argument they had only moments before, he let out a sigh. Those two wasted more time arguing than they did being friends, maybe if they could learn to get along, they could become more like confidants, perhaps even developing a rather decent relationship. It would make us all a lot happier. Harry mused rather bitterly as he shook his head at the thought of what he overheard. He remembered what time Hermione had to be at the meeting, and he went down into the common room to get some work for Snape done, hoping they were gone. However, when he arrived in the common room, he found Hermione AND Ron asleep on the couch. Aware of all the stress Hermione had been going through, Harry decided to leave her sleep. Hence, sneaking back up to the dormitory until both of them were gone.

Thinking back on it, it was his fault they both were late, and for once, he didn’t feel bad about it. He was sick and tired of seeing them get along just for the reason that they were prefects, and seeing both of them asleep on the couch in the common room, proved to Harry that there was something more there than they would let anyone see. He rested his elbow on the armrest of the couch as he stared into the fire, pondering over the things that were said. He would bet a hundred galleons that they would come back in through the portrait hole arguing just as they were when they left. Hermione was too stubborn and Ron was too prideful to admit he was wrong. Which was one of the reasons why Harry felt they belonged together, and frankly, it was just getting on his nerves how much they wouldn’t let each other see it.

The thought once crossed his mind to help Ron out, but if he was to ever find out, he would take it as Harry turning against him rather than doing him a favor and the last thing Harry needed was for his best friend to feel that he was turning against him. Perhaps one day Ron would appreciate what Harry thought of doing but that day wouldn’t be today nor any time this year, nor anytime until they lost touch and Ron completely forgot that he ever had a best friend. However, if they continued like this, someone was going to have to take action and it obviously was not going to be one of those two, especially not Ron. As much as Ron meant well, he could be so stupid and thick headed sometimes, and as for Hermione, as intelligent as she was, she could be extremely oblivious to anything that didn’t come from a textbook. Neither one knew where to start nor could either figure out how to approach their feelings about each other, meaning only one thing, Harry was going to have to give them a step in the right direction. If he heard one more shouting match over how thick Ron was being, he would have to hang his own self by his toes in the dungeons.

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“Mr. Weasley if you would please excuse us, I promise we won’t be too long.” Dumbledore said with a little smile and he glanced over in Ron’s direction.

“Oh right Professor, I uh, I we- I will just be heading back up to the dormitories then.” Ron stuttered embarrassed as he walked out of the common room with his head down trying fleetingly to make eye contact with Hermione to tell her he would be waiting up for her in the Common Room.

Hermione glanced in Ron’s direction as he left and kind of gave a guilty smile, she felt rather bad about yelling at him earlier. Malfoy followed Hermione’s gaze and scoffed, “You have got to be kidding me Granger.” He commented softly as he and Hermione turned to follow Dumbledore.

At the back of the Prefects’ Common Room was a rather large extravagant painting of Merlin surrounded by King Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere and the Knights of the Round Table in the background. Dumbledore pressed the jewel-encrusted amulet atop the staff that Merlin was holding and the painting slid aside revealing a scarlet- velvet-winding staircase, the pathway lit up by golden sconces on the wall.

“Well follow me.” Dumbledore stated to Hermione and Draco with a twinkle in his crystal blue eyes. Hermione and Draco shared looks of foreboding before following him up the winding staircase.
The staircase came to a stop in front of an arched jewel-encrusted, solid oak door, with some sort of old Latin inscription at the top and the Hogwarts Crest embossed in the oak. Both Hermione and Draco let out utterances of approval as Dumbledore spoke.

“Contra Veritas.” Dumbledore stated and the solid oak door swung open to reveal the most exquisite abode they had ever seen. The most wonderful scarlet and hunter renaissance pattern made up the soft carpet that covered the entire common room. On either side of a massive oak fireplace, below a vast window that overlooked the Forbidden Forrest, were two torch- lit winding stone staircases.

“As with your House Common Rooms the boys are on the left and the girls on the right. Though I doubt that after seeing the two rooms you will need that direction.” Dumbledore interjected as Hermione and Draco stood gaping at the Common Room.

“Well I guess that will be all, if you need anything you always know where to find me.” Dumbledore spoke softly with a smile before nodding and walking out of Hermione’s and Draco’s new living quarters.

“Well I guess the accommodations here are nice enough that having your Mudblood self wont ruin the essence too bad.” Draco spat with an air of aristocracy.

“Is your memory so incredibly horrid that you forgot what my first rule was Malfoy?” Hermione retorted, her temper flaring up at the mere mention of the word Mudblood.

“No I remember your list quite well Granger, thus the point for breaking it.” Draco replied smugly as he plopped down into a plush hunter green armchair in front of the fire, making him look even more like a self- pretentious vicar.

“Well in that case Draco then I am in no way bound to follow your rules either.” Hermione stated as she walked over to the bookshelves and began thumbing through the books wistfully.

“As much as I enjoy having this invigorating round of witty repartee with you I must admit that I believe things would run more smoothly if we came to an agreement to follow each other’s rules- even if that means me giving up Mudblood.” Draco declared as he looked at Hermione over at the bookshelf bemused.

“Fine then, it is settled.” Hermione presumed as she turned to face Draco, an Arithmancy book clamped firmly in her grasp. “What are you smirking at?” Hermione questioned Draco in disgust.

“Oh nothing, I just found you meandering over towards the books to be amusing.” Draco chimed as he got up and went up the cold, hard staircase towards his bedchamber.

Hermione looked after him with contempt before going up her own; not knowing what awaited her at the top of the staircases, though she was pleasantly surprised. Hermione’s eyes were first drawn to the solid gold, King-sized, four-poster bed adorned with a scarlet velvet comforter and many intricate gold and scarlet pillows. At second glance, Hermione realized all of the furniture in her room, even the nightstand, was made of solid gold placed against the wood paneling of the floors and walls. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes. In the far corner of her room, next to a plush reading chair was a door with a view of the Forbidden Forrest in all its glory. Hermione pulled on the door handle and stepped out on to a magnificent balcony that gave her the most breath-taking view of the Hogwarts grounds she had ever seen. After sitting out on the balcony for what seemed to be an eternity thoughts of Ron and Harry still waiting up for her crossed her mind. So she threw on a cloak and headed down towards the familiar confines of the Gryffindor Common Room.

“And where might you be going?” Draco questioned abruptly as Hermione rushed passed him towards the archway.

“Out, I’ll be gone for a while so don’t wait up.” Hermione retorted sarcastically, not even turning to face him as she raced towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Draco sat in front of the fire staring at the archway Hermione had just exited through. What had he gotten himself into? He remembered his dream he had had about Hermione not to long ago and cringed, in the dream they had actually become friends! Draco mentally scolded himself before turning and staring into the fire, becoming friends with the Mudblood was just not an option.

“Where the bloody hell is Hermione? I mean she should be back by now shouldn’t she mate?” Ron questioned Harry as he paced around the Gryffindor Common Room.

“If I didn’t know any better Ron I would say that you were worried about her.” Harry replied with a little smile at his best friend.

“Aren’t you? I mean she has been with Malfoy this entire time, I would be worried about a Yeti if they were spending this much time with Malfoy.” Ron countered as he wrung his hands together, still pacing.

“I’m sure she is fine Ron, Dumbledore is there right?” Harry asked his friend, trying to settle him down. It was so funny how obvious Ron was being about his feelings for Hermione. Harry wondered if Ron could tell just how obvious.

“Yeah but still…” Ron stated offhandedly still pacing and looking intently at the Portrait Hole. Just then, the Portrait Hole opened and Hermione’s form appeared looking absolutely elated, the happiest Harry had seen Hermione in quite some time.

“What are you so damn happy about?” Ron questioned abruptly as he plopped down with relief into a nearby plush armchair. Harry turned and gave a perplexed look in Ron’s direction. Just seconds before he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown he was so worried about Hermione and now he seemed to be mad at her again, was this his way of showing his relief at seeing Hermione?

“Well Ronald, as I was about to tell you and Harry, I have just been shown my new living quarters-” Hermione started with a smile on her face.

“You mean the one you now share with Malfoy?” Ron interjected rudely, not even turning to look at her and Harry. What was going on with him? Harry thought, making a mental note to ask Ron about this later.

“Yes the one I share with Malfoy, Hermione answered coolly, But anyways- they are absolutely exquisite! Solid gold furniture, scarlet velvet, everything! You two must come by and see them after Potions tomorrow!” Hermione explained excitedly, she looks like a kid at Christmas, Harry thought amusedly. But it was good to see Hermione happy like this, she deserved it. After her hard work for six years, she needed something like this, something that rewarded her.

Hermione and Harry went over plopped down in chairs by Ron who had been listening the entire time. Ron came around, and the three sat there talking in the Common Room until long after midnight. Finally, Hermione began to drift off to sleep so she excused herself and walked back to her new dormitory, enjoying the nice quiet stroll.

She finally reached the Prefects’ Common Room and glided toward the picture and pressed the jewel-encrusted amulet with a smile, she could definitely get used to this, she thought to herself as she climbed the stairs.

“Contra Veritas.” Hermione spoke sleepily as the oak door opened and she rubbed her eyes, making a mental note to look up what the password means in Latin.

“Midnight rendezvous with Potter and Weasel eh’ Granger?” Draco commented with a sinister grin as he rubbed his eyes and set the book he had been reading down on the coffee table. Hermione glanced down at the book, Advanced Potions for the Overly Ambitious Wizard, and scoffed, it certainly suited him.

“What’s it to you Malfoy?” Hermione questioned as she yawned and walked over towards her staircase, so tired she could barely make it up the stairs.

“Nothing Granger, absolutely nothing.” Draco muttered under his breath as he looked over at her staircase, shook his head, and climbed his own.

When Draco’s head finally found solace with the confines of his forest green silk pillow, he drifted off, almost immediately, into an uneasy sleep.


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