Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Twenty-One ( Chapter 21 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
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Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Twenty-One
Padma was sympathetic as she listened to Draco's story. She knew, from the countless hours talking with him, how much he loved Hermione. For him to have witnessed such a horrible thing... It was beyond her comprehension.
"I'm a coward," he said, at last.
She quickly shook her head. "No, Draco," she corrected him. "You are not a coward. It took a lot of courage to do what you have done. Most people would have crumpled, but you stood fast and strong."
"She hates me," he tried again, tears filling his gray eyes.
Padma sighed, "Perhaps at the moment she does, but I think that will fade. Especially if you follow Professor Snape's instructions."
"Help Potter?" he repeated, looking up at her. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? I don't even know what Potter needs help with."
The young Ravenclaw shrugged. "Nor do I. But, I'm still going to help him," she told him. "In fact, I shant be around here much longer. It's too dangerous for my sister and me. Neville’s found a good hiding spot..."
"Longbottom? Is he still here in the castle?" the Slytherin inquired.
She nodded. "But, please, don't tell anyone. It can't get around that he's still here. It's too dangerous."
"Who would I tell?" he asked, but agreed not to mention a word.
She was right. The castle was starting to get more dangerous with each passing day. With a quick hug and a promise to see each other again, if they survived, Draco and Padma parted ways.
(II)(II)
Blaise stared at his lifelong friend. "So, what's the plan?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "I haven't a clue. But, are you sure about this?" he questioned, concerned for his friend's safety. "What I'm doing isn't exactly part of the Dark Lord's plan..."
The tall black boy shrugged. "There's a lot of things going on that aren't a part of the Dark Lord's plan," he responded, straightening his robes. "Besides, you aren't the only one who's significant other is at stake."
Draco looked at his friend curiously. He had been cautious in trusting Blaise, but somehow the fellow Slytherin had found out about Hermione. He had, gratefully, remained mute on the point. But, this was unexpected. Hesitantly, Draco inquired, "You have a 'significant other'?"
Blaise snorted, "Don't sound so shocked, Malfoy. You aren't the only Slytherin allowed to fall head over heels for some girl. I want her to be safe, just as you want that Mud... your... wife to be safe."
The blond nodded. He knew his friend was still adjusting to the fact that he was married to a Muggle-born. It was quite a shock for the black boy when he found out. However, being a true friend, Blaise accepted Draco's decision. Course, he also made it a point to let Draco know how incredibly idiotic it was to tie one's family to a Mudblood.
Draco sighed, "If you're certain about helping me, then the path is clear. We have to help Potter."
"Help Potter? How?"
Draco shook his head. "No idea. Snape is under the impression that Potter will be returning to the school soon. Perhaps then, we could find a way to help him out. Other than that... Who knows?"
"What is he coming here for?" Blaise questioned.
Again, Draco had no answers. "I assume it has something to do with the mission Dumbledore gave him. My wife and Weasel are part of it, but she wouldn't tell me what it was. Actually, I told her not to. I don't want to know the mission until either it's over or right at the last minute."
The black boy nodded in understanding. "Smart move. We don't need to know anymore than we already know. After all, the D.A. knows about as much as we do. Which, in retrospect, is nothing."
"The D.A.? What do you know about the D.A.?"
Blaise just threw his friend a mischievous smile. "My girl is part of the D.A. She's actually a pretty proud member. You know her. You like her. She's actually a pretty good friend of yours."
Draco couldn't believe his ears. His two closest friends were... "Padma?"
Blaise just nodded.
(III)(III)
Between Blaise and Draco, they were able to convince Crabbe and Goyle that remaining as Draco's "bodyguards" was beneficial. Though, Draco knew he was treading on thin ice. They hated him, but he no longer cared. They were cowards. Imputants.
He had felt her presence and was determined to seek her out. He placed a Disillusion Charm upon himself and followed the gorms. Then, he saw her. She was there. In the castle. She looked horrible, but he didn't care. To him, she was as beautiful as ever.
He listened to her and her two comrades talking about Horcruxes and a diadem. So, that was her job? That was why she had broken into the bank.
He didn't have a whole lot of time to fit all the pieces together. He followed them to the Room of Hidden Things. He was careful not to be touched nor touch anything.
Help Potter. The words of Snape echoed in Draco's mind. Though he did not know what Horcruxes nor diadems were, he hoped he would soon find out. Right now, he felt useless.
He heard Weasley talk about house elves. Something about their liberation, though Draco wasn't sure he had heard correctly. And then, it happened.
Draco almost broke his concentration. He could feel his blood instantly boil as he watched them. She, his wife, his love, had kissed Weasley. There was no mistaken it.
Then, as suddenly as his blood began to boil, Draco paled. She had kissed Weasley. The image sunk into his mind as shock and dismay overwhelmed him. She had chosen another. It was obvious. There was no denying it.
Hermione had moved on.
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Twenty-One
Padma was sympathetic as she listened to Draco's story. She knew, from the countless hours talking with him, how much he loved Hermione. For him to have witnessed such a horrible thing... It was beyond her comprehension.
"I'm a coward," he said, at last.
She quickly shook her head. "No, Draco," she corrected him. "You are not a coward. It took a lot of courage to do what you have done. Most people would have crumpled, but you stood fast and strong."
"She hates me," he tried again, tears filling his gray eyes.
Padma sighed, "Perhaps at the moment she does, but I think that will fade. Especially if you follow Professor Snape's instructions."
"Help Potter?" he repeated, looking up at her. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? I don't even know what Potter needs help with."
The young Ravenclaw shrugged. "Nor do I. But, I'm still going to help him," she told him. "In fact, I shant be around here much longer. It's too dangerous for my sister and me. Neville’s found a good hiding spot..."
"Longbottom? Is he still here in the castle?" the Slytherin inquired.
She nodded. "But, please, don't tell anyone. It can't get around that he's still here. It's too dangerous."
"Who would I tell?" he asked, but agreed not to mention a word.
She was right. The castle was starting to get more dangerous with each passing day. With a quick hug and a promise to see each other again, if they survived, Draco and Padma parted ways.
(II)(II)
Blaise stared at his lifelong friend. "So, what's the plan?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "I haven't a clue. But, are you sure about this?" he questioned, concerned for his friend's safety. "What I'm doing isn't exactly part of the Dark Lord's plan..."
The tall black boy shrugged. "There's a lot of things going on that aren't a part of the Dark Lord's plan," he responded, straightening his robes. "Besides, you aren't the only one who's significant other is at stake."
Draco looked at his friend curiously. He had been cautious in trusting Blaise, but somehow the fellow Slytherin had found out about Hermione. He had, gratefully, remained mute on the point. But, this was unexpected. Hesitantly, Draco inquired, "You have a 'significant other'?"
Blaise snorted, "Don't sound so shocked, Malfoy. You aren't the only Slytherin allowed to fall head over heels for some girl. I want her to be safe, just as you want that Mud... your... wife to be safe."
The blond nodded. He knew his friend was still adjusting to the fact that he was married to a Muggle-born. It was quite a shock for the black boy when he found out. However, being a true friend, Blaise accepted Draco's decision. Course, he also made it a point to let Draco know how incredibly idiotic it was to tie one's family to a Mudblood.
Draco sighed, "If you're certain about helping me, then the path is clear. We have to help Potter."
"Help Potter? How?"
Draco shook his head. "No idea. Snape is under the impression that Potter will be returning to the school soon. Perhaps then, we could find a way to help him out. Other than that... Who knows?"
"What is he coming here for?" Blaise questioned.
Again, Draco had no answers. "I assume it has something to do with the mission Dumbledore gave him. My wife and Weasel are part of it, but she wouldn't tell me what it was. Actually, I told her not to. I don't want to know the mission until either it's over or right at the last minute."
The black boy nodded in understanding. "Smart move. We don't need to know anymore than we already know. After all, the D.A. knows about as much as we do. Which, in retrospect, is nothing."
"The D.A.? What do you know about the D.A.?"
Blaise just threw his friend a mischievous smile. "My girl is part of the D.A. She's actually a pretty proud member. You know her. You like her. She's actually a pretty good friend of yours."
Draco couldn't believe his ears. His two closest friends were... "Padma?"
Blaise just nodded.
(III)(III)
Between Blaise and Draco, they were able to convince Crabbe and Goyle that remaining as Draco's "bodyguards" was beneficial. Though, Draco knew he was treading on thin ice. They hated him, but he no longer cared. They were cowards. Imputants.
He had felt her presence and was determined to seek her out. He placed a Disillusion Charm upon himself and followed the gorms. Then, he saw her. She was there. In the castle. She looked horrible, but he didn't care. To him, she was as beautiful as ever.
He listened to her and her two comrades talking about Horcruxes and a diadem. So, that was her job? That was why she had broken into the bank.
He didn't have a whole lot of time to fit all the pieces together. He followed them to the Room of Hidden Things. He was careful not to be touched nor touch anything.
Help Potter. The words of Snape echoed in Draco's mind. Though he did not know what Horcruxes nor diadems were, he hoped he would soon find out. Right now, he felt useless.
He heard Weasley talk about house elves. Something about their liberation, though Draco wasn't sure he had heard correctly. And then, it happened.
Draco almost broke his concentration. He could feel his blood instantly boil as he watched them. She, his wife, his love, had kissed Weasley. There was no mistaken it.
Then, as suddenly as his blood began to boil, Draco paled. She had kissed Weasley. The image sunk into his mind as shock and dismay overwhelmed him. She had chosen another. It was obvious. There was no denying it.
Hermione had moved on.