Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Nineteen ( Chapter 19 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
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Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Nineteen
Draco returned to school soon after feeling horrible. He had had to endure watching Ollivander being tortured yet again. Bellatrix had tried to teach Draco the Cruciatus Curse, wanting him to practice on the prisoners. Thankfully, he had been unsuccessful.
He sat in the headmaster's office, trying to find some measure of peace amid the horrors that the war had all ready brought to him. Professor Snape was a refuge for the young man. The older man understood and sympathized with the young blond.
"I know what you are going through," Snape said to him. "Fearing for the life of one you love so dearly is taxing on the heart and soul. It's even worse when you don't even know where they are, whether they are safe or not."
Draco did not comment. He told Snape of Godric's Hollow. Though he did not speak Hermione's name, the headmaster knew who he spoke of. Thankfully, Potter had been able to see through Nagini's terrifying disguise. Both young adults had escaped with their lives.
Draco thanked Snape for the butterbeer and the company. Bidding the headmaster a fair night, the teenager made his way to his dormitories.
(II)(II)
Draco did not go straight to bed. He knew Patil was sleeping. She always went to bed early and he didn't return until late that night.
He went to his room and, digging into his trunk, he pulled out a picture. Smiling to himself, he brought the picture to the Common Room and sat on the couch. Tears filled his eyes, but did not fall, as he watching the laughing girl in the picture.
It was a picture of her. She was in her beautiful periwinkle robes and she was laughing at something Krum had told her. She twirled coyly and smiled at the camera. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight of the Great Hall.
As he watched her, Draco felt his hand slip into his pocket and pull out his ring. The ring burned his fingers, but he did not care. Seeing her and holding the ring was all that mattered to him. He longed for her embrace, the touch of her soft lips. He longed to see her smile at him as she smiled at Krum in the picture.
"Is that Hermione Granger?" a voice questioned from behind him.
Draco jumped, nearly dropping the picture. He wheeled around to stare daggers at the offending snipe. Patil looked at him curiously before plucking the picture from his fingers.
"Give that back!" he demanded, making a grab for the photo.
She looked at the picture with a puzzled expression. "Why would you have a picture of Hermione Granger?"
"That's none of your business! Now, give it back!" he shouted, jumping over the couch to make a grab for her.
She deftly stepped out of harm's way, still clutching the picture. "How did you get it? You didn't steal it, did you? Plan on using it to try to find her for your Lord?" she taunted.
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I didn't steal it, I bought it. Now, give it back," he tried to maintain calm, but he was failing miserably.
Why the hell was she up? She should've been in bed hours ago. She gave him a confused look. "Why would you buy it? Hermione means nothing to you."
"She means everything to me," he growled, stepping towards her.
Patil froze in shock. Seeing his opening, Draco quickly took advantage of her surprise and nicked the picture from her fingers. "Goodnight, Patil," he said as he made his way to his room.
"No, Draco! Wait!" she begged, running to stand between him and his door. At Draco's glare, she pleaded, "Talk to me, Draco. Why do you have Hermione's picture? Who gave it to you? I will not allow you or your Lord to harm her."
"I'm not going to harm her," he said, groaning in frustration. He just wanted to go to his room, get away from this pesky girl. He wanted to dream of his wife in peace. Throwing his hands up in defeat, for he knew the girl was stubborn, he went back to the couch.
He dropped into the emerald cushions of the couch and sighed, "You told me once that you are nothing like your sister. Can you keep a secret?"
Patil joined him, sitting in a royal blue armchair next to the couch. "Of course," she told him.
He nodded and began, "The night of the ball, there was this kid snapping pictures. Creevey, I think his name was. He took pictures of everyone and everything, including myself. I knew he had taken some of her as well. So, a few days later, I approached him in the hallway and asked him if he had actually taken a picture of her. When he confirmed, I offered him monetary exchange for the photograph."
"But, why?" she asked. She glanced down at his hand and saw he was holding the Soul. Realization clicked. "Hermione holds the Heart, doesn't she?"
He gave her a half smile. "Seems as though Ravenclaws really are intelligent after all," he commented. "Yes, she has the Heart. She has my Heart."
Patil smiled. "You are a very lucky man, Draco," she told him.
He nodded. "You don't know how right you are."
(III)(III)
So, Draco no longer had just Snape to keep him company. His confession to Patil had been kept between her and him and he found himself with a new friend. A good friend, too. Apparently, Patil had known Hermione more than she had let on.
They would spend hours sitting in front of the fireplace reliving memories of Hermione. Patil found delight in hearing about Draco's adventures into the Muggle World.
Draco found solace in the girl's company. She wasn't Hermione, but she turned out to be a good, trustworthy friend. It was new to Draco, who had come to realize he had never had any real friends, with the exception of Blaise Zabini. And even then, the friendship only went so far.
For the teenage boy, it was a nice change from the horrors he knew at home and in the corridors of the school. He still had an act to play, and he explained this to Patil. And, thankfully, she understood. She never approached him in the halls unless it related to business. She, like Draco, maintained a brazen attitude towards those she supposedly didn't like.
Perhaps, Draco thought as he climbed into bed a few nights before Easter holiday, this year won't be so bad after all. All I need now is my wife.
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< br> Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. I'm sorry. But, it is essential to the plot. It'll especially be beneficial to the sequel that I'm planning on making. (Not saying that I will make a sequel, but it definitely is something I'm thinking about.)
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Nineteen
Draco returned to school soon after feeling horrible. He had had to endure watching Ollivander being tortured yet again. Bellatrix had tried to teach Draco the Cruciatus Curse, wanting him to practice on the prisoners. Thankfully, he had been unsuccessful.
He sat in the headmaster's office, trying to find some measure of peace amid the horrors that the war had all ready brought to him. Professor Snape was a refuge for the young man. The older man understood and sympathized with the young blond.
"I know what you are going through," Snape said to him. "Fearing for the life of one you love so dearly is taxing on the heart and soul. It's even worse when you don't even know where they are, whether they are safe or not."
Draco did not comment. He told Snape of Godric's Hollow. Though he did not speak Hermione's name, the headmaster knew who he spoke of. Thankfully, Potter had been able to see through Nagini's terrifying disguise. Both young adults had escaped with their lives.
Draco thanked Snape for the butterbeer and the company. Bidding the headmaster a fair night, the teenager made his way to his dormitories.
(II)(II)
Draco did not go straight to bed. He knew Patil was sleeping. She always went to bed early and he didn't return until late that night.
He went to his room and, digging into his trunk, he pulled out a picture. Smiling to himself, he brought the picture to the Common Room and sat on the couch. Tears filled his eyes, but did not fall, as he watching the laughing girl in the picture.
It was a picture of her. She was in her beautiful periwinkle robes and she was laughing at something Krum had told her. She twirled coyly and smiled at the camera. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight of the Great Hall.
As he watched her, Draco felt his hand slip into his pocket and pull out his ring. The ring burned his fingers, but he did not care. Seeing her and holding the ring was all that mattered to him. He longed for her embrace, the touch of her soft lips. He longed to see her smile at him as she smiled at Krum in the picture.
"Is that Hermione Granger?" a voice questioned from behind him.
Draco jumped, nearly dropping the picture. He wheeled around to stare daggers at the offending snipe. Patil looked at him curiously before plucking the picture from his fingers.
"Give that back!" he demanded, making a grab for the photo.
She looked at the picture with a puzzled expression. "Why would you have a picture of Hermione Granger?"
"That's none of your business! Now, give it back!" he shouted, jumping over the couch to make a grab for her.
She deftly stepped out of harm's way, still clutching the picture. "How did you get it? You didn't steal it, did you? Plan on using it to try to find her for your Lord?" she taunted.
Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I didn't steal it, I bought it. Now, give it back," he tried to maintain calm, but he was failing miserably.
Why the hell was she up? She should've been in bed hours ago. She gave him a confused look. "Why would you buy it? Hermione means nothing to you."
"She means everything to me," he growled, stepping towards her.
Patil froze in shock. Seeing his opening, Draco quickly took advantage of her surprise and nicked the picture from her fingers. "Goodnight, Patil," he said as he made his way to his room.
"No, Draco! Wait!" she begged, running to stand between him and his door. At Draco's glare, she pleaded, "Talk to me, Draco. Why do you have Hermione's picture? Who gave it to you? I will not allow you or your Lord to harm her."
"I'm not going to harm her," he said, groaning in frustration. He just wanted to go to his room, get away from this pesky girl. He wanted to dream of his wife in peace. Throwing his hands up in defeat, for he knew the girl was stubborn, he went back to the couch.
He dropped into the emerald cushions of the couch and sighed, "You told me once that you are nothing like your sister. Can you keep a secret?"
Patil joined him, sitting in a royal blue armchair next to the couch. "Of course," she told him.
He nodded and began, "The night of the ball, there was this kid snapping pictures. Creevey, I think his name was. He took pictures of everyone and everything, including myself. I knew he had taken some of her as well. So, a few days later, I approached him in the hallway and asked him if he had actually taken a picture of her. When he confirmed, I offered him monetary exchange for the photograph."
"But, why?" she asked. She glanced down at his hand and saw he was holding the Soul. Realization clicked. "Hermione holds the Heart, doesn't she?"
He gave her a half smile. "Seems as though Ravenclaws really are intelligent after all," he commented. "Yes, she has the Heart. She has my Heart."
Patil smiled. "You are a very lucky man, Draco," she told him.
He nodded. "You don't know how right you are."
(III)(III)
So, Draco no longer had just Snape to keep him company. His confession to Patil had been kept between her and him and he found himself with a new friend. A good friend, too. Apparently, Patil had known Hermione more than she had let on.
They would spend hours sitting in front of the fireplace reliving memories of Hermione. Patil found delight in hearing about Draco's adventures into the Muggle World.
Draco found solace in the girl's company. She wasn't Hermione, but she turned out to be a good, trustworthy friend. It was new to Draco, who had come to realize he had never had any real friends, with the exception of Blaise Zabini. And even then, the friendship only went so far.
For the teenage boy, it was a nice change from the horrors he knew at home and in the corridors of the school. He still had an act to play, and he explained this to Patil. And, thankfully, she understood. She never approached him in the halls unless it related to business. She, like Draco, maintained a brazen attitude towards those she supposedly didn't like.
Perhaps, Draco thought as he climbed into bed a few nights before Easter holiday, this year won't be so bad after all. All I need now is my wife.
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< br> Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. I'm sorry. But, it is essential to the plot. It'll especially be beneficial to the sequel that I'm planning on making. (Not saying that I will make a sequel, but it definitely is something I'm thinking about.)