The Buddhist monk with the baseball sized Moonstone laying centrally against his rusty coloured toga acknowledged the foreigners. He slowly bowed his head, and then returned to his perfectly controlled posture. Charlie approached the man with respectfully delicate steps and bowed in return. They spoke in hushed tones in a language the other two boys could not comprehend, and then the monk began to shuffle away towards a thick wall of vines and hanging roots that at first glance seemed impenetrable.
Far enough to be partially out of earshot of the busy tourist gates, the monk stopped before the vegetated screen. He uttered a few words under his breath, and then stepped through and vanished altogether. Charlie followed suit through the mirage, encouraging Draco and Ron to move quickly and inconspicuously.
Ron tenderly stuck a finger out towards one tuberous root in obvious denial that the entryway was real. Draco and the entire school of Hogwarts had found out about the hysterical event in their second year in which Ron and Harry had run straight into the wall at platform nine and three quarters, and it was no shocker that the ginger haired boy now doubted the authenticity of such facades.
Draco smacked Ron's hand down and walked through ahead of him with impatience. On the other side of the veil he reappeared in a haunting brick tunnel laced around all four sides with more of the hardy root systems. Where the stone was not exposed to the unforgiving elements outside, the vitrification of the brickwork within the structure was dramatically lessened. Water percolated gravitationally down the rock surfaces, producing a constant symphony of trickling and dripping. Spiderwebs were uncomfortably illuminated by the meager spacing of torches, which had been rammed into cracks at random intervals down the quickly slanting tunnel that reminded Draco of the inside of an Egyptian tomb.
Ron peered around with puffy, slit eyes in perturbation of the dank environment they were now in, "Bit minging in here, innit?"
Draco clapped him on the back, "I'm sure it's positively crawling with spiders Weasley." Ron whimpered and whined as they picked their way downwards, following their escorts. The air grew colder and damper, and a peculiar sense of love and peace began to vibrate in their chests without any obvious source.
Ron put a hand over his heart as they dodged around large stones that had begun sticking out of the walls at odd angles, "What do you reckon that feeling is? I feel proper brilliant, like I have all the fancy in the world."
Draco felt it too. It was as though he was fulfilled on every level of affectation and had no desire to cause anyone pain. All matter of forgiveness for anything wrong done to him seemed to well out of nowhere against his actual nature. He glanced away from the Weasleys feeling awkward and uneasy.
The tunnel continued for quite a while until they were practically cave crawling through the volume of jutting rock that was impeding on the passageway. Ron virtually knocked himself clean out when his face tangled in a sinuous spiderweb and he yelped dramatically, driving his skull backwards into a hard surface. Draco ignored the loud assault behind him, now blinking through the drunken and tender emotions he was being inflicted with by the strange environment.
His mind had grown distractedly filled with images of his beautiful wife that he was so infatuated with. Her silly attitude, amazing magical skills, and her perfect body. The way she cared so fondly for plants as though they were her babies; he found himself praying that she would love their own children in the same, if not a more deeper manner. He was so visually caught up with the elating reality that he would very soon have infant Malfoy's of each variety to create a better life for than he himself had been subjected to, that he also almost walked face first into a stalactite.
Finally the shoddy carved floor flattened into a typical plane, and the cramped corridor opened up into a rock cavern. Charlie was the first to step out into the shrine, and stood frozen on the spot with his jaw dropped. Draco swung out through a garden of rocks and his eyes widened at the glittering anomaly, stuck next to the lanky Weasley in awe. Ron was lost somewhere several meters behind, rambling romantically about Hermione's attributes and how she was the love of his life to no one in particular.
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FanfictionA horrific wizarding war has finally concluded proceeding incredible loss and trauma: the dark lord Voldemort has finally been defeated. Both Draco and Madeleine have miraculously survived through their volatile roles as death eaters and double age...
