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Author: Irisri
Title: Changing
Rating: PG
Summary: And she finally lit the candle...
Pairing: Draco/Hermione (again, I'm SORRY!)
Word Count: 881
Theme: Candle
Themes Complete: 12/100
She searched defiantly for her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered. A soft glow began at the end of her wand, and then it died. She whispered it again, and nothing happened at all this time. "Fuck," she swore. The sleeper beside her didn't wake, yet she felt him shivering. She sighed. Finally, she lay down beside the stranger, only a hands length apart from him, and after what felt like hours, she fell asleep.
She'd gotten better at knitting, but she preferred working with a needle and thread, or a loom. At the moment, she was taking some wool fabric and turning it into pajamas. She looked up and saw the large snow tiger's eyes. He growled.
"What's your name?" she asked abruptly. He looked at her with sad eyes.
"You do not need to know," he replied softly.
"Yes I do," she insisted. "I'm prisoner here, so why can't I know my keeper's name?"
"It is better if you do not." And he turned and walked out.
She sighed and continued working on the pajamas.
Three weeks later, she'd finally made the pajamas. She lay them out, took off her clothes, and slipped between the covers.
The door opened and closed. Silently, she heard the rustle of clothing, the slip between the sheets and then that faint, steady breathing. He was asleep. She almost, almost reached out her hand to touch him, but something forbid her.
"Mama!" She ran to hug her mother and father. "Dad!"
The two of them were grinning. They hadn't seen their daughter for a long time.
"Will you stay long?" her mother asked.
She flinched, knowing the not so subtle question, of, are you going to stay home this time? Silently, she shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. Business is very tight right now, Mum."
Her mother sighed. "Very well."
They turned to walk inside, but she looked back and stared into deep black eyes.
She walked towards the hill that she'd last seen him. She could run. Leave. Never go back to that castle of a prison. But she'd promised, her conscience told her. And she tried to keep her promises.
She didn't know who the hell he was though, she reasoned. Why should she go back? He was complicated, spoiled.
But it didn't change the fact that she'd promised, her conscience replied.
Damn, she thought. She'd be going back one way or another. Why put up a fight?
She talked with the white tiger, especially when he wouldn't talk to her. It seemed to upset him, and there was something, some weird whispering in her ear, that made her want to upset him. She felt like she knew him, and yet she didn't. She didn't know who he was, why he was here, why he could talk. She didn't know.
Full Moon, she thought. It would be a perfect time to use the gift her mother had given her. She'd accidentally told her about the stranger coming to sleep in her bed, and her mother being her mother, was worried and gave a candle to her.
She carefully and quietly got up and moved to the bedside table and opened the small drawer. Getting out the candle, she got out a match and lit it, and put it to the candle. She waited for the wick to start burning.
Then she turned and saw the stranger. She gasped and put a hand over her mouth. She came closer, inspecting the person.
Long, blonde hair surrounded a beautiful exquisite face. She knew him. They'd wondered where he'd gone for years. High cheekbones, aristocrat nose, slender lips and mouth, thick eyelashes, and she thought even his ears were beautiful. The image of a sculpted angel.
And suddenly, he woke up. "Granger!" He shouted. He was angry. Why, she didn't know, seeing as she was the one who'd been struck with worry on who the person sleeping next to her was.
"What!" she asked.
"What are you doing?" he replied in a terrified whispered.
"I'm seeing who's been sharing MY bed for the past two years, that's what!"
"You would have found out in a month!" he replied. "A month." He looked up at her with gorgeous pained grey eyes. "Why couldn't you have done that? I know you're nosy, but couldn't you have just waited???"
"No!" She yelled.
And suddenly, the scenery changed. They were in a hot place now, with flowers and trees. And then she saw a figure.
"Thank you, Miss Granger," the figure said. "For now, this boy is mine." And then, he and the white bear were gone.
Hermione awoke with a start and looked around her surroundings. She was now in a cold, icy place, travelling west, towards what she thought might be where he was. She hated the dreams, the dreams that came every night for two months. They reminded her that while she'd gotten free from a prison, she'd put someone else that didn't deserve to be one in one as well.
She'd made up her mind. She would find him. And save him from whoever had taken him. She hoisted her backpack up higher on her back, and headed due west. No matter what it took, if it took the rest of her life, she would find him.
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by the book, "East" By Edith something. I'll have to look it up. Really awesome book. And, by the way, I take a small disclaimer on the plot. Some of it, was the East author's writings. :)
Title: Changing
Rating: PG
Summary: And she finally lit the candle...
Pairing: Draco/Hermione (again, I'm SORRY!)
Word Count: 881
Theme: Candle
Themes Complete: 12/100
She searched defiantly for her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered. A soft glow began at the end of her wand, and then it died. She whispered it again, and nothing happened at all this time. "Fuck," she swore. The sleeper beside her didn't wake, yet she felt him shivering. She sighed. Finally, she lay down beside the stranger, only a hands length apart from him, and after what felt like hours, she fell asleep.
She'd gotten better at knitting, but she preferred working with a needle and thread, or a loom. At the moment, she was taking some wool fabric and turning it into pajamas. She looked up and saw the large snow tiger's eyes. He growled.
"What's your name?" she asked abruptly. He looked at her with sad eyes.
"You do not need to know," he replied softly.
"Yes I do," she insisted. "I'm prisoner here, so why can't I know my keeper's name?"
"It is better if you do not." And he turned and walked out.
She sighed and continued working on the pajamas.
Three weeks later, she'd finally made the pajamas. She lay them out, took off her clothes, and slipped between the covers.
The door opened and closed. Silently, she heard the rustle of clothing, the slip between the sheets and then that faint, steady breathing. He was asleep. She almost, almost reached out her hand to touch him, but something forbid her.
"Mama!" She ran to hug her mother and father. "Dad!"
The two of them were grinning. They hadn't seen their daughter for a long time.
"Will you stay long?" her mother asked.
She flinched, knowing the not so subtle question, of, are you going to stay home this time? Silently, she shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. Business is very tight right now, Mum."
Her mother sighed. "Very well."
They turned to walk inside, but she looked back and stared into deep black eyes.
She walked towards the hill that she'd last seen him. She could run. Leave. Never go back to that castle of a prison. But she'd promised, her conscience told her. And she tried to keep her promises.
She didn't know who the hell he was though, she reasoned. Why should she go back? He was complicated, spoiled.
But it didn't change the fact that she'd promised, her conscience replied.
Damn, she thought. She'd be going back one way or another. Why put up a fight?
She talked with the white tiger, especially when he wouldn't talk to her. It seemed to upset him, and there was something, some weird whispering in her ear, that made her want to upset him. She felt like she knew him, and yet she didn't. She didn't know who he was, why he was here, why he could talk. She didn't know.
Full Moon, she thought. It would be a perfect time to use the gift her mother had given her. She'd accidentally told her about the stranger coming to sleep in her bed, and her mother being her mother, was worried and gave a candle to her.
She carefully and quietly got up and moved to the bedside table and opened the small drawer. Getting out the candle, she got out a match and lit it, and put it to the candle. She waited for the wick to start burning.
Then she turned and saw the stranger. She gasped and put a hand over her mouth. She came closer, inspecting the person.
Long, blonde hair surrounded a beautiful exquisite face. She knew him. They'd wondered where he'd gone for years. High cheekbones, aristocrat nose, slender lips and mouth, thick eyelashes, and she thought even his ears were beautiful. The image of a sculpted angel.
And suddenly, he woke up. "Granger!" He shouted. He was angry. Why, she didn't know, seeing as she was the one who'd been struck with worry on who the person sleeping next to her was.
"What!" she asked.
"What are you doing?" he replied in a terrified whispered.
"I'm seeing who's been sharing MY bed for the past two years, that's what!"
"You would have found out in a month!" he replied. "A month." He looked up at her with gorgeous pained grey eyes. "Why couldn't you have done that? I know you're nosy, but couldn't you have just waited???"
"No!" She yelled.
And suddenly, the scenery changed. They were in a hot place now, with flowers and trees. And then she saw a figure.
"Thank you, Miss Granger," the figure said. "For now, this boy is mine." And then, he and the white bear were gone.
Hermione awoke with a start and looked around her surroundings. She was now in a cold, icy place, travelling west, towards what she thought might be where he was. She hated the dreams, the dreams that came every night for two months. They reminded her that while she'd gotten free from a prison, she'd put someone else that didn't deserve to be one in one as well.
She'd made up her mind. She would find him. And save him from whoever had taken him. She hoisted her backpack up higher on her back, and headed due west. No matter what it took, if it took the rest of her life, she would find him.
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by the book, "East" By Edith something. I'll have to look it up. Really awesome book. And, by the way, I take a small disclaimer on the plot. Some of it, was the East author's writings. :)