Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
To Dance Among the Stars
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.09.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 608 | Status: Completed
To Dance Among the Stars
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.09.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 608 | Status: Completed
Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Seventeen
That night, Draco dreamed of her. She was entering the Great Hall attached to Viktor Krum's arm. She was dazzling and beautiful. It was his favourite dream.
He watched as she waltzed around the dance floor. His own dance partner had long been forgotten. Actually, he had no dance partner. He was alone, dressed in his best attire. Pity him.
But, then, she glanced at him and smiled. She was as graceful as a swan as she swayed towards him, her own partner suddenly forgotten. Her eyes glittered as she gazed up at him, her periwinkle gown rippled along her feet. She was a princess. She was his princess.
He bowed to her before offering her his hand. "May I have this dance?" he whispered huskily.
She graciously accepted as the waltz continued to play. Everything they did was in perfect unison with the music. The walls and the floor became stars and clouds. The sky was misty and garnered shades of purple, blue, and pink. The music, no longer being played with instruments, was within the soft breeze.
Then, the song changed. It became their song. The song that had caused him to fall in love with her. The soft Muggle tune beat with the rhythm of his heart and Draco felt as if the words were the words he was speaking in his mind. "I am... the luckiest man alive," he murmured in her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of lilac and forget-me-knots.
She pulled back ever so slightly and placed a feather-light kiss on his lips. "I have not forgotten my promise, darling," she assured him. "I know that is what has you troubled and I swear to you, we will be together again."
He caressed her jaw line with a gentle finger and smiled. "I shall not lose hope," he pledged. "I, too, remember my promise... It's a difficult road I travel, however..."
"You are not alone," she told him. He could see the concern in her eyes as she placed a confident hand upon his cheek. "I am here, in your heart, my love. I will always be here."
He nodded slowly in agreement. "My parents... they understand. They do not approve, but they know and understand. They have not given us away, but, instead, wish to help you. My mother wanted me to tell you she thanks you."
He didn't know why he was telling her these things. It was all just a dream... But, it felt so real. She felt so real.
Her smile was soft and kind. "This is a dream, darling," she reminded him, as though talking to her fantasy Draco. "You and I are currently miles apart. There's no way..."
"If this is a dream, how come it feels so real?" he interrupted before bending down and kissing her.
If there was anything to prove the validity of the moment, it was their kiss. He was lost in her. She tasted so good, so real. She was there, and he knew it. They were together, for there was no way he could have conjured a kiss like this with his mind. It didn't matter how many times they had kissed in the past. This kiss was as original as the first.
When they broke apart, he could see the awe and confusion in her honey eyes. "How can this be so?" she questioned.
He smiled as he took out his ring. The large emerald glistened from an inner light. "We are united, heart and soul," he explained, though he wasn't quite sure of his words. "It's a magic older than any spell the Dark Lord can conjure up. And more powerful than he can imagine."
She nodded in slow understanding. "So, this is really happening? We are having this conversation? You're really here and dressed so handsomely? I'm really dressed in these beautiful robes?"
He nodded. "We are," he confirmed, though he did not know why.
Elated, she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly. "Oh, my love, my darling, my Draco! I've missed you so much," she cried.
He chuckled as he tried, without effort, to pry her away. He failed miserably and gratefully returned the embrace. Having her in his arms after so long, after so much, felt incredible. "I suppose this means you are no longer angry with me?" he hoped.
She tilted her head back slightly in confusion. "Why would I be angry?"
He shrugged. "I hazard a guess that you learned of my involvement in the headmaster's death..."
She shook her head. "Harry told me everything," she told him, his worst fear realized. "He was on the tower that night, though you couldn't see him. He heard the entire conversation between you and Dumbledore. He related every detail to me."
He paled, his throat constricted. "And?" he gulped.
She smiled. "I thought it over and found him to be right. You didn't harm or kill anyone. At least, not seriously. There's good in you still, my love. I don't intend to give up on you," she confessed.
He breathed a sigh of relief and embraced her again. They danced slowly and peacefully for the rest of the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In Wiltshire
Narcissa sighed as she lay next to her husband. She knew he was still awake. The Malfoys rarely got any sleep anymore. Besides, he never fell asleep before her. "I worry about him," she whispered quietly.
Lucius gathering her in his arms and brought her hand to his chest. "He's a fool," he grumbled as he glanced down at her. "He never should have trusted that filth."
"I'm not going to disagree with you, darling, but it is his choice to make," she pointed out, rubbing her cheek against his chest while clasping his hand. "I'm more concerned with this other path he's taking."
"What path?" he questioned, letting his fingers lightly make circles on her arm.
She answered, "With the Dark Lord. With Bella. Thank Merlin he's in school right now. I hate to think what sort of Dark Arts my insane sister would be teaching him otherwise."
"Any spells your sister teaches him will backfire," he assured her. "Our son is not a man to sit back in the shadows while his family is in danger. We may not like her, but that Mudblood is his wife. He's not going to abandon her. Not even for the Dark Lord."
"Do you believe he's changed sides?" she asked, a bit fearful. "If he tries to go up against the Dark Lord..."
"He's a fool, not an idiot," he interrupted her. "He's going to bide his time. He won't go against the Dark Lord until he knows he can do so safely. Especially when he worries for us as well."
Narcissa nodded and prayed her husband was right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He had spent an entire night with her, just dancing. It was an incredible feeling, like he was still in the clouds. He half expected to wake and find her lying next to him in his bed. He was sorely disappointed.
Not letting that ruin his day, he got up and went to the bathroom. He showered, shaved, and dressed before going down to the Common Room. He did not feel like eating breakfast, so he decided to try to get in some studying before classes started.
Studying? He mused as he grabbed his book bag and pulled out his Potions book. A wide smile formed on his face as he thought of what he was doing. His wife would be very proud.
Unfortunately, he found himself reading the same line over and over again. He just couldn't get his mind off of her. She was so beautiful in his dream... his reality.
Curious, he pulled out his ring and examined it. The emerald shimmered in the firelight from the hearth. It also burned.
He shook his head. He hated that the ring burned. He wanted it to be warm. Just warm. To know that she was safe. He pulled out his chain and saw that the small flowers were perfectly content with one another, dancing along the chain as though they were happy. They were close together, which spoke of her happiness. She was no longer angry with him.
He felt elated at the thought. He knew he would be able to move forward with her now. She didn't hold Dumbledore's death against him! Nor did she hold the mead or the necklace.
"Is that the Everlasting Soul?" came a voice from behind, interrupting his thoughts.
He jumped at the sound and nearly dropped the ring. He glared at Patil. "That is none of your business!" he barked, annoyed at having been found.
She just shrugged. "I suppose you are old enough to have the ring now," she commented, coming to sit down in an armchair by the fireplace. She was dressed in her school clothes, like he was. "But, why just the one? Have you already given the Heart to someone else?"
"How do you know about the Heart?" he snapped, not at all friendly with her.
She rolled her eyes. "The Everlasting Heart and Soul? The two most prized heirlooms of the ancient Malfoy line. I don't think there's a girl in this school who wouldn't mind gaining the precious Heart," she commented. "Well, perhaps a Muggle-born. They really don't know about the rings, do they? But those of us who are from wizarding families, well, the Heart and Soul are legends to us. I never thought I'd gain the chance to see one."
Draco's eyes narrowed. To think she knew so much about the rings unnerved him. "It's none of your business who I've given the Heart to," he said, answering her earlier question.
"Not Pansy Parkinson, I hope?" she inquired, deliberately ignoring the fact that he did not wish to talk about it.
"What in bloody hell is it with people inquiring about Pansy Parkinson and me?" he demanded. "Just because I brought her to that damn ball does not mean we are an item. And I most certainly would not let her get her greedy paws on the Heart."
She nodded in satisfaction. "I'm pleased to hear you say that. Course, it still makes me wonder, if not Parkinson, then who?"
"As I've said, it's none of your business. Do you think I would tell some little Ravenclaw snip so she could go and tell the rest of the school? You're out of your bloody mind!" he growled.
She stood up and glared at him. She was mad. Good. Maybe she would leave him alone now. When she spoke, it was with contempt. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not like my twin. There's a reason why she is in Gryffindor and I'm in Ravenclaw. I do not take pleasure in spreading incessant gossip about people. Perhaps, Malfoy, before you judge a book by it's cover, you should try getting to know the text in question."
With that, she turned on her heel and left. Draco sat in the armchair, utterly bewildered. He didn't know she had a twin, but apparently she was quite annoyed with her sibling. But, could he really trust her?
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Author's Note: Just to let all of you know, I shall never write about Lucius in any other way save for a loving husband and a caring father. That is the way I view him and nothing that anyone can say will change that idea. The image of Lucius being anywhere near abusive to his son has only been protrayed in the movies. Therefore, if you wish to read about Lucius' abuse, you will have to read another fanfic.
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Seventeen
That night, Draco dreamed of her. She was entering the Great Hall attached to Viktor Krum's arm. She was dazzling and beautiful. It was his favourite dream.
He watched as she waltzed around the dance floor. His own dance partner had long been forgotten. Actually, he had no dance partner. He was alone, dressed in his best attire. Pity him.
But, then, she glanced at him and smiled. She was as graceful as a swan as she swayed towards him, her own partner suddenly forgotten. Her eyes glittered as she gazed up at him, her periwinkle gown rippled along her feet. She was a princess. She was his princess.
He bowed to her before offering her his hand. "May I have this dance?" he whispered huskily.
She graciously accepted as the waltz continued to play. Everything they did was in perfect unison with the music. The walls and the floor became stars and clouds. The sky was misty and garnered shades of purple, blue, and pink. The music, no longer being played with instruments, was within the soft breeze.
Then, the song changed. It became their song. The song that had caused him to fall in love with her. The soft Muggle tune beat with the rhythm of his heart and Draco felt as if the words were the words he was speaking in his mind. "I am... the luckiest man alive," he murmured in her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of lilac and forget-me-knots.
She pulled back ever so slightly and placed a feather-light kiss on his lips. "I have not forgotten my promise, darling," she assured him. "I know that is what has you troubled and I swear to you, we will be together again."
He caressed her jaw line with a gentle finger and smiled. "I shall not lose hope," he pledged. "I, too, remember my promise... It's a difficult road I travel, however..."
"You are not alone," she told him. He could see the concern in her eyes as she placed a confident hand upon his cheek. "I am here, in your heart, my love. I will always be here."
He nodded slowly in agreement. "My parents... they understand. They do not approve, but they know and understand. They have not given us away, but, instead, wish to help you. My mother wanted me to tell you she thanks you."
He didn't know why he was telling her these things. It was all just a dream... But, it felt so real. She felt so real.
Her smile was soft and kind. "This is a dream, darling," she reminded him, as though talking to her fantasy Draco. "You and I are currently miles apart. There's no way..."
"If this is a dream, how come it feels so real?" he interrupted before bending down and kissing her.
If there was anything to prove the validity of the moment, it was their kiss. He was lost in her. She tasted so good, so real. She was there, and he knew it. They were together, for there was no way he could have conjured a kiss like this with his mind. It didn't matter how many times they had kissed in the past. This kiss was as original as the first.
When they broke apart, he could see the awe and confusion in her honey eyes. "How can this be so?" she questioned.
He smiled as he took out his ring. The large emerald glistened from an inner light. "We are united, heart and soul," he explained, though he wasn't quite sure of his words. "It's a magic older than any spell the Dark Lord can conjure up. And more powerful than he can imagine."
She nodded in slow understanding. "So, this is really happening? We are having this conversation? You're really here and dressed so handsomely? I'm really dressed in these beautiful robes?"
He nodded. "We are," he confirmed, though he did not know why.
Elated, she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him tightly. "Oh, my love, my darling, my Draco! I've missed you so much," she cried.
He chuckled as he tried, without effort, to pry her away. He failed miserably and gratefully returned the embrace. Having her in his arms after so long, after so much, felt incredible. "I suppose this means you are no longer angry with me?" he hoped.
She tilted her head back slightly in confusion. "Why would I be angry?"
He shrugged. "I hazard a guess that you learned of my involvement in the headmaster's death..."
She shook her head. "Harry told me everything," she told him, his worst fear realized. "He was on the tower that night, though you couldn't see him. He heard the entire conversation between you and Dumbledore. He related every detail to me."
He paled, his throat constricted. "And?" he gulped.
She smiled. "I thought it over and found him to be right. You didn't harm or kill anyone. At least, not seriously. There's good in you still, my love. I don't intend to give up on you," she confessed.
He breathed a sigh of relief and embraced her again. They danced slowly and peacefully for the rest of the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In Wiltshire
Narcissa sighed as she lay next to her husband. She knew he was still awake. The Malfoys rarely got any sleep anymore. Besides, he never fell asleep before her. "I worry about him," she whispered quietly.
Lucius gathering her in his arms and brought her hand to his chest. "He's a fool," he grumbled as he glanced down at her. "He never should have trusted that filth."
"I'm not going to disagree with you, darling, but it is his choice to make," she pointed out, rubbing her cheek against his chest while clasping his hand. "I'm more concerned with this other path he's taking."
"What path?" he questioned, letting his fingers lightly make circles on her arm.
She answered, "With the Dark Lord. With Bella. Thank Merlin he's in school right now. I hate to think what sort of Dark Arts my insane sister would be teaching him otherwise."
"Any spells your sister teaches him will backfire," he assured her. "Our son is not a man to sit back in the shadows while his family is in danger. We may not like her, but that Mudblood is his wife. He's not going to abandon her. Not even for the Dark Lord."
"Do you believe he's changed sides?" she asked, a bit fearful. "If he tries to go up against the Dark Lord..."
"He's a fool, not an idiot," he interrupted her. "He's going to bide his time. He won't go against the Dark Lord until he knows he can do so safely. Especially when he worries for us as well."
Narcissa nodded and prayed her husband was right.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He had spent an entire night with her, just dancing. It was an incredible feeling, like he was still in the clouds. He half expected to wake and find her lying next to him in his bed. He was sorely disappointed.
Not letting that ruin his day, he got up and went to the bathroom. He showered, shaved, and dressed before going down to the Common Room. He did not feel like eating breakfast, so he decided to try to get in some studying before classes started.
Studying? He mused as he grabbed his book bag and pulled out his Potions book. A wide smile formed on his face as he thought of what he was doing. His wife would be very proud.
Unfortunately, he found himself reading the same line over and over again. He just couldn't get his mind off of her. She was so beautiful in his dream... his reality.
Curious, he pulled out his ring and examined it. The emerald shimmered in the firelight from the hearth. It also burned.
He shook his head. He hated that the ring burned. He wanted it to be warm. Just warm. To know that she was safe. He pulled out his chain and saw that the small flowers were perfectly content with one another, dancing along the chain as though they were happy. They were close together, which spoke of her happiness. She was no longer angry with him.
He felt elated at the thought. He knew he would be able to move forward with her now. She didn't hold Dumbledore's death against him! Nor did she hold the mead or the necklace.
"Is that the Everlasting Soul?" came a voice from behind, interrupting his thoughts.
He jumped at the sound and nearly dropped the ring. He glared at Patil. "That is none of your business!" he barked, annoyed at having been found.
She just shrugged. "I suppose you are old enough to have the ring now," she commented, coming to sit down in an armchair by the fireplace. She was dressed in her school clothes, like he was. "But, why just the one? Have you already given the Heart to someone else?"
"How do you know about the Heart?" he snapped, not at all friendly with her.
She rolled her eyes. "The Everlasting Heart and Soul? The two most prized heirlooms of the ancient Malfoy line. I don't think there's a girl in this school who wouldn't mind gaining the precious Heart," she commented. "Well, perhaps a Muggle-born. They really don't know about the rings, do they? But those of us who are from wizarding families, well, the Heart and Soul are legends to us. I never thought I'd gain the chance to see one."
Draco's eyes narrowed. To think she knew so much about the rings unnerved him. "It's none of your business who I've given the Heart to," he said, answering her earlier question.
"Not Pansy Parkinson, I hope?" she inquired, deliberately ignoring the fact that he did not wish to talk about it.
"What in bloody hell is it with people inquiring about Pansy Parkinson and me?" he demanded. "Just because I brought her to that damn ball does not mean we are an item. And I most certainly would not let her get her greedy paws on the Heart."
She nodded in satisfaction. "I'm pleased to hear you say that. Course, it still makes me wonder, if not Parkinson, then who?"
"As I've said, it's none of your business. Do you think I would tell some little Ravenclaw snip so she could go and tell the rest of the school? You're out of your bloody mind!" he growled.
She stood up and glared at him. She was mad. Good. Maybe she would leave him alone now. When she spoke, it was with contempt. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not like my twin. There's a reason why she is in Gryffindor and I'm in Ravenclaw. I do not take pleasure in spreading incessant gossip about people. Perhaps, Malfoy, before you judge a book by it's cover, you should try getting to know the text in question."
With that, she turned on her heel and left. Draco sat in the armchair, utterly bewildered. He didn't know she had a twin, but apparently she was quite annoyed with her sibling. But, could he really trust her?
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Author's Note: Just to let all of you know, I shall never write about Lucius in any other way save for a loving husband and a caring father. That is the way I view him and nothing that anyone can say will change that idea. The image of Lucius being anywhere near abusive to his son has only been protrayed in the movies. Therefore, if you wish to read about Lucius' abuse, you will have to read another fanfic.