Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As I slowly begin to collect my thoughts, I remember that today is a Saturday, which means the rest of the day will be relaxing. I'll probably grab a few books from the library and study up a bit. The new year will be very busy, and its best to study up now then have to do it later when I'm trying to focus on the horcruxes. As I slowly crawl out of bed, it becomes chilly, so I find an insolating outfit as quickly as I can. Why did I choose white silk nightgowns? As I strip from my nightwear reluctantly, and pull on my bra, I rummage deep below my Gryffindor uniform and find a cozy red sweater and some jeans to put on. Red is a warm color, naturally. At least that's how I think about it. Harry would probably think of something horrid, like blood. And Ron would think of his mother's rosy cheeks. As I'm slipping my jeans on, I hear a knock on my door. I'm half way in my jeans, and the knock scares me, so I knock roughly against the wall with a thud. "Hermione? It's Draco," I hear from the other side of the door. I rub my sore arm and finish putting on my jeans before I answer the door. When I open it, Draco Malfoy is standing there with his deep brown eyes. There. I could have sworn they weren't silver. It must have just been my mind playing tricks. "Hi," he says with a smirk. "What is it, Draco?" I ask, leaning against the frame of the door and putting my hand on my hip. "Happy to see you too, Granger," he says, pushing me aside and walking into my room without permisson. "Draco, get out!" I order. I hope my undergarments arent splain out on the ground like last night. He ignores me and sits down on the bed with his feet still on the ground. "I heard you screaming last night," he confesses without warning. "You what?" I ask. "Are you ok?" He ignores my question again. "Yes. Of course I'm ok. And anyways why do you suddenly care?" I say, suspicious. "What was the dream about?" He continues. "Draco, get out," I command. He stands and walks to the door, but doesnt leave. "Just tell me one thing," Draco says. "Goodbye, Draco," I hough, pushing him out the door. "Granger!" He whines. I hold his arm to push him out, and my fingertips slide under his sleeve by accident.

And then I'm not there anymore.

I hear his voice. Its like a snakes voice, but worse. It creeps up your spine like a spider, then pricks you on the back of your neck. Voldemort. "I've seen everything you have seen. I feel everything that you feel. I will find you. You muggle scum! You idiot mudblood! I will kill you and all that is crucial to you and then save your filthy muggle parents for last, and rip them to shreds." The voice slithers.

And I return.

I'm screaming and catching my breath, because that whole time I couldn't find any oxygen. "Hermione, look at me. Your safe. Your with me, your safe. Its alright," Draco is speaking to me, but I stare straight ahead, unable to process all of this at once. "Hermione, please look at me!" He screams. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I feel Draco's arms cradling me. I won't deny that it made me feel better, but it still felt weird. This is going to take some getting used to. I catch my breath and finally i'm standing with the help of Draco. When I look at him, I see it again.

Deep, Smooth, Silver eyes. Not even grey, but just full on silver. "Your eyes," I whisper. He looks a bit embarassed, and I dont understand why yet. "Lets get you to the bed," He says, leading me to my bed. He pulls back the covers and lays me down. "Just lay there for a few hours and relax. I'll just be in the next room over," Draco says, looking at me one last time before exiting. I sigh heavily and try to comprehend what just occoured. I've touched Draco's mark before, and nothing like that ever occured. I'll admit, I did feel a shiver the first time. But this, was something much more powerful. I don't even remember why I'm in Draco's mess to start. I have better things to worry about. And what about my parents? Oh, no. "Draco, my parents," I say. My voice wavers. Draco is standing in the door in an instant. "What about your parents?" He asks. His eyes are brown again. What was going on with me? I hop out of bed and walk to the door, grabbing my wand out of the bedside table drawer before exiting the room. "Where are you going?" Draco asks. "Home to get my mum and dad," I say, decending the stairs. "Granger thats off limits! You can't do that," Draco shouts after me. I stop dead in my tracks, because I know his words are true. I just don't want to believe them. He walks over to where I stand and looks at me in the eyes. "You know my name is Hermione. Not Granger," I say softly. Before he can answer, I take the chance to run as fast as I can. "Hermione wait!" He yells after me. As I'm running, I have to map out the entire castle before I can really know what I'm doing. When I look behind me, I see Draco not a few feet away. "Stupefy!" He casts. I trip over my own feet and fall. My sobs come out heavy and watery. "Draco, no," I sob. He picks me up with both hands underneath me and carries me back the way we came. "Hermione I'm doing this for you," He whispers between my sobs. And then something clicks in my head. Veela. His mother has veela in her, and veela is hereditary. That means, if the gene handover was positive, Draco has some Veela in him too. Veela's each have a mate, on mate in the entire world that has been chosen for them. I remember reading somewhere that in intense moments of emotion a Veela's eyes are to turn a silvery white, or a deep purple. The color only changes when they're with their mate. And guess who's Draco's mate is. Me.