Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
Matters of the heart
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 741 | Status: Completed
Matters of the heart
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 741 | Status: Completed
Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Seven
Later that day found Draco resting in the armchair in the living room. His unread Advanced Potions book lay open, abandoned on his lap. Too many things were running through his mind to worry about such things as school work. School work he couldn't even do to begin with.
His mind kept going over the conversation he had had that morning with the Grangers. A part of him was exhilarated. For the first time in his life, Draco was in love. And that love was returned. He knew it to be a perfect match, as well.
He and Hermione had so much in common. Things he never would've realized before. They were both smart and enjoyed many of the same literature. They loved magic, too. Always, they studied new spells and ideas with zest and enthusiasm. They were both stubborn. Their arguments were as fierce as their make-up sessions. They were spoiled, and a bit selfish.
Draco noticed, as well, how much Hermione loved her family. A love, he could see, that was returned. Both of her parents were very well off, for Muggles. They worked diligently and were given respect by many of their peers. He also learned that Hermione's family was old. Their bloodline could be easily traced back to the Middle Ages. Though they lived in this small town in a medium-sized house, they had enough money to take trips, give Hermione anything she wanted, and afford only the best of stuff.
They were also strict. They loved their daughter and expected only the best out of her. They refused to accept less. He realized that this was why Hermione always worked hard and tirelessly in school: her parents expected nothing but the topmost grades.
If ever there were a more perfect union, it would have been between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Draco could easily imagine taking a few hundred years back. Hermione would be a debutante and Draco would be the suitor, going to her father to claim his prize. And her father would accept without argue.
Or perhaps a few hundred years back Draco and Hermione would've been betrothed at birth? They would grow up sneering at each other. And then, when they would become of age, they would learn just how right their parents were.
These musings ended as Draco thought of his own family. This was the other part of his mind. The part that screamed at him as if he were an idiot. It was quite possible he had lost his mind.
His family would never approve of her. She was a Mudblood. A member of a race of people who wanted nothing more than to sap away the magical resources of the world. They were filthy. Dirty blood. Tainted.
These thoughts disheartened him. He knew his family. Knew how they were. Knew how much they would hate her. And it destroyed him inside every time he thought about it.
The Malfoy family was a proud family. Like the Gangers, they had been around since the Middle Ages. Their blood ran deep and old. They were strict and extremely conservative to the old ways.
"That's how you keep things pure," his mother would say. Keep things pure...
As old as the Malfoys were, Draco wasn't stupid. He knew the purebloods were dying out. Too many years, too much bloodshed, too many childless purebloods. If the purebloods didn't converge eventually, there would be none left. They had to "taint" the blood just a bit just to keep it whole.
Draco sighed. It was a never ending battle. The only thing he was certain of anymore was his love for the brown haired girl sitting across from him. Try as he might, he couldn't help himself. He knew they would last and he was not going to lose her.
He glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was a quarter passed nine. He turned his attention to the girl lounging on the couch. Her nose was buried in her Ancient Runes book. If he didn't stop her, she's stay there all night.
"Hermione?" he called to her, catching her eyes. "I think it's about time for bed. Or, at the very least, we should stop studying. We've been at it for three hours."
She closed her book and nodded in agreement. "We need to talk anyway," she told him.
The seriousness of her words caused him to raise an eyebrow. Somehow, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what she had to say. "Oh?" he inquired, thinking it best to humour her.
She said nothing as they made their way upstairs and into his bedroom. Once he shut the door, she blurted, "Ron sent me an owl telling me that needed me in the Order. His dad's coming to pick me up in the morning."
He stared at her, shocked. "You're leaving me here?" he asked. "School doesn't start for another month! What could they possibly want with you? Do they know I'm here?"
She shook her head. "Unless Dumbledore told them, no, they don't. I haven't said a word to anyone."
"So, why do they want you?" he questioned, frowning.
She sighed, "The Order is trying to prepare Harry for his final battle with Voldemort. We all know it's only a matter of time. Though, what the actual plan is, I'm unsure. Course, as much as I love you, it'd probably be best if I didn't say even if I did know."
"I really wish you wouldn't say that name," he growled. "I don't want you to go."
"It's my decision to make!" she shouted, stubbornly. "Harry needs me."
Wrong thing to say. Apparently, she knew it was the wrong thing to say as well. Her eyes widened as she clapped a hand to her mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Harry needs you? Harry needs you," he repeated, scathingly. "Well, of course if Harry needs you! Never mind me. I'm just your bloody boyfriend. Not that it matters. I can't do magic. but Potter can do loads of bloody magic. So, I'll stay here in bloody Muggle Britain while you go off with Potter. Why? Because he NEEDS you!"
Hermione gave a frustrated snarl, "I don't need your jealousy, Draco, and I don't want to fight. There's more to it than just Harry. Voldemort is out there. And he's ready. We are in the middle of a war. I'm sorry you can't do magic, but what can I do about it? If I don't fight, this world will be painted with the blood of innocent people."
As she spoke, her voice became calmer as tears sprinkled her eyes. Draco's expression softened and he sighed, "Hermione, you could lose your life. I don't want to lose you. You mean so much to me."
He pulled her into an embrace and continued, "The Dark Lord is strong. Each day he grows stronger, more powerful. At this point, I don't know if this is a wise decision. Fighting him is practically damning yourself to death."
"Draco, look at me," she whispered. He did so, gazing into her watery honey eyes. She raised a gentle hand to touch his jaw. "If I don't fight him, I am damning myself. Do you really think he'll let me, a Mudblood, live? Especially someone as close to Harry as I am?"
He knew she was right. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew she had to fight this fight. The Dark Lord gave her no other choice. But, it broke his heart. Draco was worried about losing her. He didn't want to watch her die. It was a fear he carried deep in his soul and he couldn't break it free.
He bent down slightly and kissed her tenderly. Though time stood still, as always, there was a sadness in their kiss that could not be spoken. A deep longing that they knew they were both too young to fulfill.
"I love you, Hermione Granger," he breathed softly upon her lips.
She looked up at him and smiled into his steel eyes. "I love you, too, Draco Malfoy," she responded sweetly.
They kissed again and a strange feeling came over him. As he closed his eyes, he could feel something different happening to him. A warmth began to spread through his body. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her close. Then, not realizing what he was doing, he began to speak in Latin:
"Pectus pectoris quod animus , EGO dico super thee
Planto nos unus intemporaliter
Redimio nos una ut nunquam pro
Duos animus fio unus
Duos pectus pectoris fio universus"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, or perhaps it was his heart, he heard Hermione whispering the same words along with him. Though he spoke Latin fluently, he could hardly understand what he was saying at the moment. However, it felt like an enchantment. Even more, as they spoke the words together, the warmth became stronger and more powerful. Soon, they were engulfed in the warmth. Together, they opened their eyes and stared at one another.
She was beautiful. Her body was covered in an angelic light and her eyes shone golden. Her full lips parted ever so slightly in awe. Taking the invitation, he kissed her. He could feel a wind twirl around them, wrapping them into their embrace.
Then, it was over. The wind died, the warmth faded. Opening his eyes, Draco saw the light had vanished. He looked at Hermione curiously. "What was that about?"
She looked almost frightened. "I'm not sure," she whispered breathlessly. "I think we unknowingly performed some old magic, though."
He stopped her. "I can't perform magic, remember?" he told her.
They stared at one another for a full second before Draco dashed into his school trunk. He pulled out his wand. "Lumos!" he cried. His wind lit up and he nearly dropped it.
"My magic," he said, dumbstruck, "is back... My magic is back!"
Letting out a whoop of happiness, he jumped up and clicked his heels. He then grabbed Hermione and twirled her in the air, laughing. When he lowered her back to the ground, he kissed her roughly on the lips before dancing around the room.
Never had he felt so happy. Here he was with the girl of his dreams. He had his magic back. He could go home. He had...
Home. That word made him even more happy as he stopped in his tracks. He missed his parents so much. Was his father out of Azkaban yet? Was his mother okay? All the questions that had been plaguing him the past month were finally going to be answered. He can go home.
He gave Hermione a broad smile, then frowned. Why did her smile look so sad? Shouldn't she be happy for him? He could take care of her now. He had his magic back.
"So, this is it," she stated more than asked. Her eyes were watery when she questioned, "Are you going home?"
Realization struck him like a dagger in his gut. Memories of the past month flooded him. But, he also knew he had to get back home. He nodded slowly. "I have to. They need me."
She didn't argue with him. "Are you leaving tonight?"
He touched her cheek gently with the back of his hand. "I can wait until the morning," he offered. "Tonight, it'll just be you and me."
She nodded softly. "I'll go change into some nightclothes," she told him.
He smiled and nodded. She was going to sleep with him one last time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the first time in her life, Hermione did not want to get up. She loathed the sun for coming up so early. It couldn't possibly be time, yet. Just a few more minutes. A few more hours in his arms. Was that so difficult to ask?
They had spent most of the night making out on his bed. At one point, she thought he was going to want to go all the way, but thankfully, he was gentlemanly enough to hold out. She wasn't ready for that yet. So, they just kissed... and touched.
After all, they didn't have to actually do anything. They could explore. Learn about one another's body. And she learned a lot last night.
She knew he was right for her. The moment he had declared his love for her before her parents, her heart was no longer hers. It belonged to him, fully and completely.
She opened her eyes and gazed at the sunlight on the azure carpet. It was a match made in heaven. If there had been any doubt in her mind, last night ended it.
She was still puzzled over the unknown spell they had cast. She could recall the feeling of warmth and the ethereal glow that had covered their bodies. He had looked like an angel. His gray eyes were silver in the heavenly light.
Never had Hermione been more happy than in that moment. They were one and it had been incredible. But, then, it had ended. And he had gotten his magic back.
Hermione was happy for him. She knew how much magic meant to him. That he couldn't do it, killed him, and hurt her deeply. So, for him to have his magic back was great. But, it saddened her. At first, she feared he would forget all the wonderful times they had shared together. After all, he was a Malfoy. Pureblood.
But, he didn't. He remembered. And he still loved her. Last night had been proof enough.
She turned in her spot so she could look at his sleeping form. She loved watching him sleep. He was so peaceful, so beautiful. And so... impish?
She furrowed her eyebrows at the smirk that was slowly spreading across his face. "Good morning, darling," he said, startling her.
She laughed, "Good morning."
His gray eyes opened and his smirk softened into a genuine smile. Slowly, his face became serious. "We need to talk," he told her.
"Now?" she questioned in confusion. They had just woken up and there was still time before either had to leave.
He nodded, sitting up. "I'll be leaving shortly. But, before I go, I want to make you understand something."
She didn't like the seriousness his voice had taken. She sat up as well, not understanding. "I'm listening."
He took a deep breath and began, "I love you, Hermione. I love you so much. I want you to remember how much I love you. Implant it into your mind and do not forget... We agreed that our love will remain a secret for now. I need to know that you understand the implications of that promise."
"Of course I do," she assured him. Where was he going with this? "I have my own reasons for not saying anything, remember?"
He sighed, "Yes, well, when we are at school, we have to play the part. We don't want to draw suspicion. We both have very important parts to play. You are Harry Potter's friend. I am the son of a Death Eater. We have to play those parts to the utmost.
"Last night, I remembered some of what happened to me. I know generally how I ended up crashing into your coffee table... No, don't interrupt. I'll tell you the story someday, but not right now.
"We both have secrets that we cannot share with one another. A lot is going on both on your end and on mine. The Dark Lord is very powerful. As is Potter, I'm sure. I don't know what's going to happen this year at Hogwarts, but I have a feeling it's going to be big... I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be all right.
"There are going to be times when I'll... say things. There's no doubt I'll probably end up calling you a Mudblood at some point. It's part of my act. Just remember, I don't mean it. I'm playing my part. I love you."
She nodded her understanding. "I'll forgive you," she promised him.
He hugged her and smiled at her. "Your birthday is September nineteenth. That night, after everyone has gone to bed, meet me in the Room of Hidden Things. I'll have something for you."
It took her a moment to realize he meant the Room of Requirement. She raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly. "What will you have?" she questioned teasingly.
"What?" he gasped dramatically. "Tell you and ruin the surprise? Why, Miss Granger! What good is a birthday if I can't surprise you?"
She giggled and glanced down at his lap. "I think you need a cold shower, Mr. Malfoy."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Author's Note: The Latin translates into:
Heart and soul, I call upon thee
Make us one eternally
Bind us together as never before
Two souls become one
Two hearts become whole
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Seven
Later that day found Draco resting in the armchair in the living room. His unread Advanced Potions book lay open, abandoned on his lap. Too many things were running through his mind to worry about such things as school work. School work he couldn't even do to begin with.
His mind kept going over the conversation he had had that morning with the Grangers. A part of him was exhilarated. For the first time in his life, Draco was in love. And that love was returned. He knew it to be a perfect match, as well.
He and Hermione had so much in common. Things he never would've realized before. They were both smart and enjoyed many of the same literature. They loved magic, too. Always, they studied new spells and ideas with zest and enthusiasm. They were both stubborn. Their arguments were as fierce as their make-up sessions. They were spoiled, and a bit selfish.
Draco noticed, as well, how much Hermione loved her family. A love, he could see, that was returned. Both of her parents were very well off, for Muggles. They worked diligently and were given respect by many of their peers. He also learned that Hermione's family was old. Their bloodline could be easily traced back to the Middle Ages. Though they lived in this small town in a medium-sized house, they had enough money to take trips, give Hermione anything she wanted, and afford only the best of stuff.
They were also strict. They loved their daughter and expected only the best out of her. They refused to accept less. He realized that this was why Hermione always worked hard and tirelessly in school: her parents expected nothing but the topmost grades.
If ever there were a more perfect union, it would have been between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Draco could easily imagine taking a few hundred years back. Hermione would be a debutante and Draco would be the suitor, going to her father to claim his prize. And her father would accept without argue.
Or perhaps a few hundred years back Draco and Hermione would've been betrothed at birth? They would grow up sneering at each other. And then, when they would become of age, they would learn just how right their parents were.
These musings ended as Draco thought of his own family. This was the other part of his mind. The part that screamed at him as if he were an idiot. It was quite possible he had lost his mind.
His family would never approve of her. She was a Mudblood. A member of a race of people who wanted nothing more than to sap away the magical resources of the world. They were filthy. Dirty blood. Tainted.
These thoughts disheartened him. He knew his family. Knew how they were. Knew how much they would hate her. And it destroyed him inside every time he thought about it.
The Malfoy family was a proud family. Like the Gangers, they had been around since the Middle Ages. Their blood ran deep and old. They were strict and extremely conservative to the old ways.
"That's how you keep things pure," his mother would say. Keep things pure...
As old as the Malfoys were, Draco wasn't stupid. He knew the purebloods were dying out. Too many years, too much bloodshed, too many childless purebloods. If the purebloods didn't converge eventually, there would be none left. They had to "taint" the blood just a bit just to keep it whole.
Draco sighed. It was a never ending battle. The only thing he was certain of anymore was his love for the brown haired girl sitting across from him. Try as he might, he couldn't help himself. He knew they would last and he was not going to lose her.
He glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was a quarter passed nine. He turned his attention to the girl lounging on the couch. Her nose was buried in her Ancient Runes book. If he didn't stop her, she's stay there all night.
"Hermione?" he called to her, catching her eyes. "I think it's about time for bed. Or, at the very least, we should stop studying. We've been at it for three hours."
She closed her book and nodded in agreement. "We need to talk anyway," she told him.
The seriousness of her words caused him to raise an eyebrow. Somehow, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what she had to say. "Oh?" he inquired, thinking it best to humour her.
She said nothing as they made their way upstairs and into his bedroom. Once he shut the door, she blurted, "Ron sent me an owl telling me that needed me in the Order. His dad's coming to pick me up in the morning."
He stared at her, shocked. "You're leaving me here?" he asked. "School doesn't start for another month! What could they possibly want with you? Do they know I'm here?"
She shook her head. "Unless Dumbledore told them, no, they don't. I haven't said a word to anyone."
"So, why do they want you?" he questioned, frowning.
She sighed, "The Order is trying to prepare Harry for his final battle with Voldemort. We all know it's only a matter of time. Though, what the actual plan is, I'm unsure. Course, as much as I love you, it'd probably be best if I didn't say even if I did know."
"I really wish you wouldn't say that name," he growled. "I don't want you to go."
"It's my decision to make!" she shouted, stubbornly. "Harry needs me."
Wrong thing to say. Apparently, she knew it was the wrong thing to say as well. Her eyes widened as she clapped a hand to her mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Harry needs you? Harry needs you," he repeated, scathingly. "Well, of course if Harry needs you! Never mind me. I'm just your bloody boyfriend. Not that it matters. I can't do magic. but Potter can do loads of bloody magic. So, I'll stay here in bloody Muggle Britain while you go off with Potter. Why? Because he NEEDS you!"
Hermione gave a frustrated snarl, "I don't need your jealousy, Draco, and I don't want to fight. There's more to it than just Harry. Voldemort is out there. And he's ready. We are in the middle of a war. I'm sorry you can't do magic, but what can I do about it? If I don't fight, this world will be painted with the blood of innocent people."
As she spoke, her voice became calmer as tears sprinkled her eyes. Draco's expression softened and he sighed, "Hermione, you could lose your life. I don't want to lose you. You mean so much to me."
He pulled her into an embrace and continued, "The Dark Lord is strong. Each day he grows stronger, more powerful. At this point, I don't know if this is a wise decision. Fighting him is practically damning yourself to death."
"Draco, look at me," she whispered. He did so, gazing into her watery honey eyes. She raised a gentle hand to touch his jaw. "If I don't fight him, I am damning myself. Do you really think he'll let me, a Mudblood, live? Especially someone as close to Harry as I am?"
He knew she was right. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew she had to fight this fight. The Dark Lord gave her no other choice. But, it broke his heart. Draco was worried about losing her. He didn't want to watch her die. It was a fear he carried deep in his soul and he couldn't break it free.
He bent down slightly and kissed her tenderly. Though time stood still, as always, there was a sadness in their kiss that could not be spoken. A deep longing that they knew they were both too young to fulfill.
"I love you, Hermione Granger," he breathed softly upon her lips.
She looked up at him and smiled into his steel eyes. "I love you, too, Draco Malfoy," she responded sweetly.
They kissed again and a strange feeling came over him. As he closed his eyes, he could feel something different happening to him. A warmth began to spread through his body. He wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her close. Then, not realizing what he was doing, he began to speak in Latin:
"Pectus pectoris quod animus , EGO dico super thee
Planto nos unus intemporaliter
Redimio nos una ut nunquam pro
Duos animus fio unus
Duos pectus pectoris fio universus"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, or perhaps it was his heart, he heard Hermione whispering the same words along with him. Though he spoke Latin fluently, he could hardly understand what he was saying at the moment. However, it felt like an enchantment. Even more, as they spoke the words together, the warmth became stronger and more powerful. Soon, they were engulfed in the warmth. Together, they opened their eyes and stared at one another.
She was beautiful. Her body was covered in an angelic light and her eyes shone golden. Her full lips parted ever so slightly in awe. Taking the invitation, he kissed her. He could feel a wind twirl around them, wrapping them into their embrace.
Then, it was over. The wind died, the warmth faded. Opening his eyes, Draco saw the light had vanished. He looked at Hermione curiously. "What was that about?"
She looked almost frightened. "I'm not sure," she whispered breathlessly. "I think we unknowingly performed some old magic, though."
He stopped her. "I can't perform magic, remember?" he told her.
They stared at one another for a full second before Draco dashed into his school trunk. He pulled out his wand. "Lumos!" he cried. His wind lit up and he nearly dropped it.
"My magic," he said, dumbstruck, "is back... My magic is back!"
Letting out a whoop of happiness, he jumped up and clicked his heels. He then grabbed Hermione and twirled her in the air, laughing. When he lowered her back to the ground, he kissed her roughly on the lips before dancing around the room.
Never had he felt so happy. Here he was with the girl of his dreams. He had his magic back. He could go home. He had...
Home. That word made him even more happy as he stopped in his tracks. He missed his parents so much. Was his father out of Azkaban yet? Was his mother okay? All the questions that had been plaguing him the past month were finally going to be answered. He can go home.
He gave Hermione a broad smile, then frowned. Why did her smile look so sad? Shouldn't she be happy for him? He could take care of her now. He had his magic back.
"So, this is it," she stated more than asked. Her eyes were watery when she questioned, "Are you going home?"
Realization struck him like a dagger in his gut. Memories of the past month flooded him. But, he also knew he had to get back home. He nodded slowly. "I have to. They need me."
She didn't argue with him. "Are you leaving tonight?"
He touched her cheek gently with the back of his hand. "I can wait until the morning," he offered. "Tonight, it'll just be you and me."
She nodded softly. "I'll go change into some nightclothes," she told him.
He smiled and nodded. She was going to sleep with him one last time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the first time in her life, Hermione did not want to get up. She loathed the sun for coming up so early. It couldn't possibly be time, yet. Just a few more minutes. A few more hours in his arms. Was that so difficult to ask?
They had spent most of the night making out on his bed. At one point, she thought he was going to want to go all the way, but thankfully, he was gentlemanly enough to hold out. She wasn't ready for that yet. So, they just kissed... and touched.
After all, they didn't have to actually do anything. They could explore. Learn about one another's body. And she learned a lot last night.
She knew he was right for her. The moment he had declared his love for her before her parents, her heart was no longer hers. It belonged to him, fully and completely.
She opened her eyes and gazed at the sunlight on the azure carpet. It was a match made in heaven. If there had been any doubt in her mind, last night ended it.
She was still puzzled over the unknown spell they had cast. She could recall the feeling of warmth and the ethereal glow that had covered their bodies. He had looked like an angel. His gray eyes were silver in the heavenly light.
Never had Hermione been more happy than in that moment. They were one and it had been incredible. But, then, it had ended. And he had gotten his magic back.
Hermione was happy for him. She knew how much magic meant to him. That he couldn't do it, killed him, and hurt her deeply. So, for him to have his magic back was great. But, it saddened her. At first, she feared he would forget all the wonderful times they had shared together. After all, he was a Malfoy. Pureblood.
But, he didn't. He remembered. And he still loved her. Last night had been proof enough.
She turned in her spot so she could look at his sleeping form. She loved watching him sleep. He was so peaceful, so beautiful. And so... impish?
She furrowed her eyebrows at the smirk that was slowly spreading across his face. "Good morning, darling," he said, startling her.
She laughed, "Good morning."
His gray eyes opened and his smirk softened into a genuine smile. Slowly, his face became serious. "We need to talk," he told her.
"Now?" she questioned in confusion. They had just woken up and there was still time before either had to leave.
He nodded, sitting up. "I'll be leaving shortly. But, before I go, I want to make you understand something."
She didn't like the seriousness his voice had taken. She sat up as well, not understanding. "I'm listening."
He took a deep breath and began, "I love you, Hermione. I love you so much. I want you to remember how much I love you. Implant it into your mind and do not forget... We agreed that our love will remain a secret for now. I need to know that you understand the implications of that promise."
"Of course I do," she assured him. Where was he going with this? "I have my own reasons for not saying anything, remember?"
He sighed, "Yes, well, when we are at school, we have to play the part. We don't want to draw suspicion. We both have very important parts to play. You are Harry Potter's friend. I am the son of a Death Eater. We have to play those parts to the utmost.
"Last night, I remembered some of what happened to me. I know generally how I ended up crashing into your coffee table... No, don't interrupt. I'll tell you the story someday, but not right now.
"We both have secrets that we cannot share with one another. A lot is going on both on your end and on mine. The Dark Lord is very powerful. As is Potter, I'm sure. I don't know what's going to happen this year at Hogwarts, but I have a feeling it's going to be big... I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be all right.
"There are going to be times when I'll... say things. There's no doubt I'll probably end up calling you a Mudblood at some point. It's part of my act. Just remember, I don't mean it. I'm playing my part. I love you."
She nodded her understanding. "I'll forgive you," she promised him.
He hugged her and smiled at her. "Your birthday is September nineteenth. That night, after everyone has gone to bed, meet me in the Room of Hidden Things. I'll have something for you."
It took her a moment to realize he meant the Room of Requirement. She raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly. "What will you have?" she questioned teasingly.
"What?" he gasped dramatically. "Tell you and ruin the surprise? Why, Miss Granger! What good is a birthday if I can't surprise you?"
She giggled and glanced down at his lap. "I think you need a cold shower, Mr. Malfoy."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Author's Note: The Latin translates into:
Heart and soul, I call upon thee
Make us one eternally
Bind us together as never before
Two souls become one
Two hearts become whole