The Woman I Love

The Woman I love

'Something lost and something gained'

Tears and fears and feelin' proud to say 'I love you' right out loud. Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed. Well something's lost and something's gained in living every day...I've looked at life from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow, it's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.
-Joni Mitchell

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"There, that's done," said Ronald Weasley, throwing down his quill. He stretched his long arms above his head glad he had finished today's homework.

Hermione Granger, one of his best friends, (who now after 7 years in Hogwarts was Head Girl) picked up the parchment and studied it. After about five minutes of silent reading, she pointed a mistake out. "The T looks like an F". She informed him.

Ron rolled his eyes at her. "Can't you just say it's good? I mean, honestly!"

"Hear, hear!" voiced Harry Potter, the third of the trio, who had been forced to redo the homework because Hermione pointed out that the essay was supposed to be based on the spell Priori Incantato and not Priori Incantatem. Harry, disgruntled, had thrown away his beautiful essay describing how his parents came to life three years ago.

Hermione sighed and got up. "Fine, Ron," she began, noticing Ron's satisfied grin, "If you want to describe Hinkypunks instead of Hippogriffs, I understand." Ron groaned as he tried to figure out how in the world he could have spelled a simple word wrong in every sentence.

Grinning at how often Harry shook his head bending over his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework and how Ron continuously crumpled up pieces of parchment and threw them over his head, Hermione sighed. "Well," she said, picking up her schoolbag, "I'm off to Arithmancy, see you lot later... And, mind you, catch up on Divination." Ron had decided to skip Divination, knowing no one would miss him, and Harry, of course, had to keep Ron company. Harry thought Professor Trelawney would pay more attention to other students if he wasn't there. Hermione had been against this idea, but after hearing that today her two best friends were doing Tarot cards today, and knowing that Harry and Ron were usually good students and hardly ever skipped classes, she decided to let it go.

She climbed out of the portrait hole and turned to the Alternation Corridor. It was a dark hallway leading to a shortcut that opened up to the Arithmancy Corridor. Turning a corner, she nearly choked when she saw what lay ahead. Draco Malfoy, her arch-nemesis, was kissing a Ravenclaw Hermione had never seen before. The people in the portraits were gasping and turning red. Hermione, thinking she could make the best of this, took out her camera. She kept it with her, knowing that there would always be an occasion to snap a picture.

"It's good," she told Harry later, "because sometimes you never know-a simple picture could be blackmail for life." She focused the camera on them, making sure she got a clear picture. Hermione clicked the button and listened to the grinding of the machine.

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Draco raised his head. He had just found out that Anna Rosenthall, a stunningly beautiful Ravenclaw, had a crush on him. After hearing this, he had set her up to meet him there. He had started on her mouth when he heard a click and saw a brief flash of light.

To his horror Hermione Granger, the cheeky Mudblood was grinning at him. "Take a picture," she said mockingly, "it'll last longer." With that she darted into the secret passage.

"Damn!" he swore. Pushing a hurt Anna to the side, he ran to catch up with Granger, but it was too late.

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Hermione hardly paid any attention to Professor Vector that class-she couldn't wait to show Harry and Ron the picture. When the bell rang she was one of the first to shoot out of the classroom, nearly knocking the slower students over.

Maybe Hermione was too excited on showing the picture to her friends, or maybe she was trying to remember what the Arithmancy homework was. In any case, she didn't notice when someone thrust his foot into her path. Hermione tripped over the protruding limb and fell. Distantly, she felt someone dragging her somewhere.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the Astronomy tower. Draco Malfoy was dangling a necklace in front of her tantalizingly. Her necklace! It was her treasured possession, the only object Hermione owned that belonged to her late Grandmother. It was a family heirloom! Without it she would loose all of her magical powers-or worse, loose control of them!

Seeing Hermione's horrified expression, Draco grinned. "I know you still have the picture, you're just not willing to give it to me. But how about a little bargain..."

"Give me the necklace," she demanded roughly.

"The picture" he insisted.

Hermione hastily shoved the camera into his hands. Draco, after examining it, put it in his pocket. "The necklace," she reminded him.

"Oh yes," Draco smirked, dangling it playfully above the Terrace. Hermione gulped. Quite unexpectedly, Draco slipped and lost grip of the necklace. To his horror he saw the glittering sapphire fall into the Forbidden Forest.

Draco stared at the fallen necklace for a moment, then turned back to its owner. Hermione was rigid, her eyes fixed on where the piece of jewelry had fallen. Against his will, he immediately felt sorry for her. Without thinking, Draco started to apologize.

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"Hermione, I..." but he stopped when he saw the girl begin to glow. Hermione gasped and bent over as if she was in pain. The shadows from the surrounding objects began to disappear one by one. Light engulfed them, but it was being pulled into Hermione as if by some invisible force. The mysterious force stopped, the light returned, and Hermione crumpled to the ground.

Draco was horrified. So what if he hated Hermione like hell? So what if he wanted to squeeze the life out of her in one of his father's machines? So what if he thought she had an amazing body and tried to get a peek at her in the Prefect's washroom (even though he got caught)? So what if he tried to get her away from Potter and Weasley? So what? He never thought he would do something this horrible to her. If a person loses control of her magic the results could be fatal.

Draco leapt over to her and caught the unconscious girl before she hit the ground. Hermione opened her eyes. "Malfoy..." she whispered weakly. Draco studied her face. He had never seen her this close. Her hair was only slightly bushy now-she had drenched it in Sleezy's potion on so many times it started to stay that way. Her cinnamon eyes pierced his heart. Her lips were pink-very kissable, in Draco's opinion. 'But let's not go there', Draco thought to himself, 'She's a Mudblood, the only reason I'm here is to take advantage of her...and now is the perfect time to do it.' He abruptly pulled out of his thought by the girl in question.

"Damn you-" Hermione began, but before she could finish her train of thought she fainted. Draco looked down at her body, she was very tempting. She started glowing again. At first he thought it was her magic. But before he could figure it out...

"Now is not the time, Malfoy," she said, her eyes snapping open. She stood up.

"But I thought...You... I mean, it looked like the light was..." Malfoy stammered, unsettled.

"Huh?" said Hermione, completely baffled. "Malfoy, if this is some lame excuse to force me to tell you that who spread those rumors about you wearing pink underwear, its not working."

"I know but..." He started, then seemed to realize what she had just said. "What about my underwear?"

"Never mind, what am I doing here?" She snapped impatiently.

"I dropped your necklace, remember?"

"What necklace?"

"I never thought a Mudblood could ever be that stupid!" Draco sneered scornfully.

Hermione pounced on him. The boy tried to dodge but she landed on him before he could roll out of the way. Draco examined her face carefully-she was kneeling on him and there was not much else to do. "You know," he said to her at last "You might be nice looking to some people, but I, Draco Malfoy, am not one of those idiots."

Hermione scowled and pushed him away as she got up.

"So you don't know about the necklace?" Malfoy asked after getting up and dusting himself.

"Malfoy! What are you talking about?" Hermione screamed, her temper getting the better of her.

Draco clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up!" he said, "I wouldn't like anyone finding me with you in the middle of the night in the astronomy tower."

"Oh and I would just love that"

"I'll bet you would. High time you got yourself a real man instead of screwing Longbottom. I could expect something like this from a little slut like you"

Hermione's anger reached a new record-breaking high. "Malfoy, you are truly scum. You have no respect for anyone. If you bother me with that necklace of yours, I will rip you to pieces. Your family is one of the worst I have ever met, and in my opinion, you and your family-all the Malfoy's-are filthy blood! They-"

Malfoy grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Listen to me." he said clearly. "By wanting not to get caught in the middle of the night with any girl, I don't think I offended you, your friends, or your family. Therefore your outburst was uncalled for and unnecessary. I do not like it when someone offends the Malfoy name, I do not like it when someone offends me, I do not like it when someone walks in on me talking to a girl in the darkest hours of the day. When someone does, it is not forgotten easily. You do remember what happened to Seamus Finnigan when he insulted my father, don't you? Surely you wouldn't want to spend a week as Hagrid's blast-ended skrewt, would you? I don't think you do, so out of courtesy I will allow you to be excused of this misdemeanor. Since there's no one here but you and I-another reason to leave-I am willing to be forgiving. Can I assume that the topic is closed? You will not insult me again now, would you?"

Hermione grit her teeth angrily. "Good," Draco said taking that as an affirmative. He let go of her chin.

"So...the necklace? The one you always wear around your neck?" Draco asked, considerably calmer.

"I always wear necklaces, which one are you talking about?" She snapped.

"The one that curves gently around your neck and sits about five inches from the base of your throat. It has some sort of blue stone- a sapphire I think- set in the middle of a silver pendant. " He explained patiently.

Hermione just stared at him. "Have you memorized what my neck looks like?"

"No," Draco said, "I just look at your neck sometimes-"
"You look at my neck!" She bellowed.
"No not exactly..." He hastily amended

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"I feel sick, I'm leaving," Hermione announced, disgusted that her arch-enemy sometimes stared at her neck. And then she left, leaving Draco with his very confused thoughts.

Draco watched her back as she descended the steps down to the Astronomy Corridor. He followed Hermione slowly, thinking about the necklace. 'What was it?' he thought to himself, 'It seemed so... dangerous' He paused at the entrance to the Slytherin dorms to say the password.

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Muttering "Death Eater" to the wall, he decided to grab her during Potions tomorrow and force her to remember. Getting into bed, he recalled her beautiful face and decided that Potions with the Gryffindors wasn't going to be so bad, after all.

"Isn't he ever going to wake up?" were the first words Draco heard the next day. Unfortunately, Pansy Parkinson spoke them.

"I don't know, maybe he's dead?" Goyle rumbled idiotically.

Pansy adopted a grief-stricken expression. "But he had to take me to dinner in Hogsmeade!"

Draco sighed and got up. "I am not dead!" He announced loudly so that everybody in the room could hear. "And if you could leave the room now, I'd like to change."

Crabbe and Goyle instantly fled the room sensing Draco's tetchy mood, but Pansy stayed. "I don't want anything from you now, Parkinson!" Draco barked. Pansy grinned slyly, putting her hands on Draco's shoulders. "Oh don't, Draco dear. We have an hour until a useful lesson, let's blow off Transfiguration-I didn't do my homework anyway-and have a little fun."

Draco wrinkled his nose and started putting on his pants, "The only time I would have 'a little fun with you is when dad asks me to, and that won't be anytime soon mind you, I heard your dad is trying to take over Lucius's position."

Pansy frowned. "Draco, darling, why do you always have to listen to your daddy?" she whined, watching him finish dressing, "Follow your heart!"

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Draco picked up his book bag and marched out. "My heart tells me to get away from you as soon as possible," he said snidely.

Hermione headed down to breakfast alone. Muttering about lazy boys she headed towards the Great Hall. She didn't make it to there, though. Someone pulled her into a broom closet abruptly, startling her. Hermione turned and found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy. She tried to scream but, unfortunately, he had thought of that possibility and had covered her mouth.

"Listen to me," he growled. "What about the necklace? The one I threw off the balcony last night. Why don't you remember it?" Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver chain. Examining it closely, Draco realized it was the one he threw off the Astronomy Tower. "Where did you get it?" he asked.

"From my Grandmother..." Hermione said slowly.

"I know that but didn't I chuck it of-" he shook his head. Hermione raised her eyebrow, "Why are you so interested, anyway?" she asked testily

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Draco frowned, he didn't know why, why should he care if she lost her beloved necklace? Draco shook his head and exited, leaving Hermione with her confused thoughts.

"What's the matter?"

"He's not dead again, is he?"

History of Magic had just ended and Draco had jerked awake from his doze. "For the last time," he growled menacingly at Crabbe and Goyle, "I am not dead! I will never be dead! You two bloody idiots know it, and if you say one more sentence containing me and death in my education at Hogwarts, I swear it will be the last thing you do!" With that he shoved his books into his bag and stormed out of the classroom. He didn't know why he was being nasty to the two, honestly, he didn't care.

He was starting to realize that Crabbe and Goyle were not his friends, they wouldn't give up their miserable lives for him. They wouldn't care if he'd die. Harry and Ron would care if Hermione died, though... I would too. Where did that come from? Mentally slapping himself, he turned around the corner and bumped into...Potter.

"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," Harry muttered before turning to the staircase.

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'Huh?' thought Draco 'no "slimy git!" ' Something is definitely screwed.

By that evening Draco was thoroughly disgusted with himself and showed it by stomping across the Slytherin Common Room, turning people into frogs.

'I dropped your necklace, remember?' nice Malfoy! As if you want her to report you!

'But I thought...you... I mean, it looked like the light was...' Keep doing that she would love it!

'Smooth Draco,' he thought, the memories of the former day surfacing. 'I can't believe it! I lost my cool and in front of...that Granger!'

"Damn the world!" he shouted out loud, causing everyone-frogs and humans-to jump.

"Um...Draco," Pansy said cautiously, getting up. "are you feeling okay? Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey."

Draco shook his head impatiently, wanting to out of the Common Room. He decided to go out for a stroll, hoping to calm his frazzled nerves. He paused when he saw Hogwart's own human punching bag.

"Hey, Longbottom!"

Neville Longbottom, the most stupid kid in the whole school, (in Draco's opinion) squeaked and tried to make a run for it. But-too late! Longbottom joined the miscellaneous Slytherins as a frog .

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"Company for your toad!" said Draco, smirking.

"Maledica che poca parte di merda ha chiamato Malfoy !" said Ron, cussing in Italian. The redhead was feverishly hoping that Snape would have no idea what he was saying.

"Detention, Weasley," said Snape, multilingual phenomena, coming towards them. "And if I ever catch you insulting a student in any language, the consequences will not be pleasant." Ron groaned. Harry and Hermione tried not to laugh.

"Isn't there any language in the world Snape doesn't know?" whispered Ron, who had gotten 12 detentions so far, trying to swear at Malfoy in French, Spanish and a variety of different languages, including Troll (his directions were very gross in that particular language).

"Try mermish," Harry suggested helpfully.

Hermione shook her head, smiling. They were making a Pollution Solution that helped save trees and animals from Muggle machinery. She looked around and caught Malfoy staring at her. Hermione adjusted her collar and hoped he wasn't staring at her neck. Draco licked his lips confirming Hermione's worst fear. "Professor," she said, raising her hand "May I go get a glass of water?"

Snape waved her away. Hermione got up and left the room.

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She leaned her head against the wall, taking short breaths. Something about Draco's stare made her feel so...uncomfortable. Not just like 'eww, gross' but it made her feel very...dark? scared? She could sense the dark magic. It was evil, it was coming towards her. She shuddered, this was starting to get abnormally weird. Maybe she should go to Madam Pomfrey... But feeling woozy is hardly an excuse to go to the hospital wing. She put her hands to her head and slowly rotated them.

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'This is so bizarre', Hermione thought, 'What is it about Draco that makes me shiver? What is it about him that makes me feel scared? Why was he talking to me about Grandma's necklace? She grabbed the aforementioned piece of jewelry and held it tight, shaking her head to clear it of her contradicting thoughts. She then marched back into the classroom, ready to face the battle.

Hermione walked into the classroom with a funny expression on her face. Draco saw her glance his direction, but she turned to Professor Snape and informed him that she had returned. She winced as Professor Snape scolded her about being late to class, then took five points off of Gryffindor. Hermione returned to her seat, fuming quietly.

Ron leaned over and whispered something to her, presumable about the oh-so-evil Professor. Draco scowled. 'That Weasley,' he thought, 'always eyeing Hermione! What makes him think she'll like him? He doesn't deserve her. She deserves someone rich...like me.' He mentally slapped himself again. 'Me and...that Mudblood! I must be out of my mind!'

The bell rang. Still shaking his head at his stupidity, he stood up.

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Draco wasn't watching where he was going when he bumped straight into...Granger. Her books fell, and Draco swept down to pick them up. He handed them to her and with a meaningful look in his eyes, and again left her standing with an expression of deep confusion .

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I ducked under the bushes...I had to find it. A thorn scratched my cheek but I couldn't care less. It was all that mattered. It was all I needed to have it done. I saw something shining on the ground, and, I snatched it up. I was disappointed to see that it was just a silver sickle. I had to find it...where was it? I saw something glowing through the bushes. Yes! There it was, hanging on a branch, shining bright red. I carefully pocketed it. Then, hoping no one spotted me, I darted to the castle, one with the shadows.

"It's grunt, groan, point, Ron, I know it is!"

"I should know...Percy called me it a dozen times. Its grunt, point to your head, point to the person!"

Hermione sighed as she watched Harry and Ron try to learn Troll for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Finally, after watching their fruitless efforts to properly insult Malfoy, she showed them herself. "Harry, Ron, look at this! You," she pointed to Ron, "slimy," she slammed her forefingers together, "git!" She squeezed her fingers into a fist and tapped the table with her knuckles.

"Well, there's one way to find out, isn't there?" asked Harry, pulling out a picture of a troll and setting it on the table. He repeated the sequences of motions that Hermione just showed him. As a result the forest-troll shook his fist at him. Ron and Harry grinned and thanked Hermione, then started to teach themselves how to say idiot.

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Hermione picked up the book 'Objects That Conceal Magic' that she had gotten from the library, and tried to research her necklace. Abruptly she spotted something very interesting. Getting up, she headed towards the portrait hole, ignoring Ron and Harry's questions. She was going to find out what Malfoy was going on about...once and for all.

"If anyone finds out about this," said Draco Malfoy, "I'm dead meat." Mr. Malfoy was currently in the 'Romance' section of the library. He pulled out 'Are You In Love' from a shelf, and randomly flipped a page open. "Are you in love?" he read aloud, "Do you:
a) Stammer when he/she is around?
b) Stare at him/her and not notice it?
c) Think about him/her in disturbing ways?

"If you answered yes to all three questions, congratulations, you are 100% in love."
Draco snapped the book shut. Fat lot of help that was, he thought, now all I have to do is find some way to un-love her.

"Malfoy?" Draco whipped around. Just his luck...Hermione Granger. Draco sighed dramatically, "Hey, Granger." he smiled to himself, proud that he didn't stammer.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked slowly.

"None of your business." he snapped. He watched Hermione's mouth shape into a smirk, and he saw her glance at the sign above his head. Uh-oh. Dead giveaway. The sign clearly said 'Romance'.

"Uh...Pansy..." Draco stuttered "...asked me to get Romeo and Juliet for her." He finished lamely. Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Draco had a mad urge to grab her and kiss her then and there, but fortunately decided against it for his own-and Hermione's-sake.

"Um...bye?" Hermione said uncertainly

"Bye." Draco said firmly, grabbing 'Are You In Love'. He slowly walked to the door, reliving the short encounter with Hermione.

"Mr. Malfoy," a voice snapped, "Are you going to borrow that book?"

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"Yes," Draco said listlessly, waiting for Madam Pince to finish. What was that?

Hermione watched Draco for a minute, then darted to into the 'Magical Objects' section. Being experienced with the library, Hermione found her book rather quickly. Taking 'What Wizard?' off of the shelf, she turned to the Amethyst section. "Yes," whispered Hermione, "I knew it"

Page 10, Chapter 1 of 'What Wizard?':

The ranks

The ranks of Wizards are very simple to explain. Every human has a grade, this grade is based on the magical ability of the person, example 1-10 = a or 10-20=b. This is a chart of the grades of a human being, and what they are called ( /w = without wand): ¹

1-10 = Dying person or wizard.

10-20 = Infant/child, without magical ability.

20-30 = Muggle, with no information of magic.

30-40 = Muggle, with relations that is/are magic.

40-50 = Squib, born into a magic family but with no magical ability.

50-60 = Psychic, born into muggle parentage. Has magical ability with no knowledge of any other magic.

60-100 = Witch/Wizard, normal magical person, average of those with magical knowledge, is able to predict rarely.

100-130= Healer, can only be there with the prophecy of the triangle 2.

100-110 = Seer, average witch/wizard with fortune telling abilities, is able to predict usually.

110-120 = Diviner, Witch or Wizard with powerful magic ability, able to keep predictions controlled.

100-1300 = Visor, Witch or Wizard with a variety of powerful magical abilities.

1300-1500 = Sorcerer, Witch or Wizard with very powerful magical abilities, a variety of magical powers, can never or rarely predict.

1000-2000= Enchanter, Witch or wizard with utterly powerful magical abilities, a variety of magical power, can predict. /w

2000up= Immortal, one of the triangle, has almost all magical abilities. Not seen in 100,000,000,000 years. /w

¹for more information please see 'rankings' by Algerta Hueth

²the triangle please see page 300 under 'the four elements'

"Hermione?"

Hermione spun around, slamming the book shut. "Hi Harry... How come I didn't see you at lunch today?"

Harry frowned, "We were supposed to serve detention today, remember?"

Hermione groaned. "Was Professor. McGonagall angry?" she asked.

Harry shook his head, "No, silly," he said, "we-meaning Ron and I." Hermione nodded slowly, "...and then you were supposed to help us study for the NEWTs" he finished. Hermione nodded quickly, but she was not really paying attention.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned. "What are you hiding?"

Hermione gulped. "Just a...book about ancient necklaces." An idea struck her. "You know, you should read it... Its about..." she launched into a speech about necklaces, glad that Harry had that a look on his face. "...and so Alborito said the neck-"

"Hermione," Harry interrupted her, "um...I think its time for lunch, so let's go..."

Harry and Hermione silently walked to the counter to get Madam Pince to sign out the book. They then walked quietly to the Great hall. Ron waved to them and they both sat down and got lost in thoughts.

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Draco wearily moved his mashed potatoes around his plate. He did not really feel like eating. He glanced up and saw her sitting and talking with her friends. Life was so difficult! He felt angry with her suddenly. He was going through a change and it was all her fault! Why did she have to chew on her bottom lip while working? Why did she always have to pronounce his sur-name as Mal-foy; pausing just a bit between syllables? Why did she always have to look at him with that twinkle in her eyes when she knew he was doing something humiliating? Why? Could anyone help him? Someone had to be able to help him! Some one would help him!

He pushed his plate aside and pulled out a spare piece of parchment and a quill. He started writing quickly...

Dear father,
I know you might be disappointed with what I'm going to say but this is important. I have started to have strange feelings about Hermione Granger, the Mudblood. I need some potion to stop that because it's quite difficult harassing her now. I don't care if its dark magic or anything! help me please! I'm starting to look like a fool and I'm fearing the dark lords anger. If there is some way to stop this please alert me.
Your Son,

Draco Malfoy

Draco stuffed the letter into his pocket as he gulped down his pumpkin juice. "Draco! Where are you going?" Pansy simpered, clutching at his arm.

"To the Owlery... Do you want to come?" Draco said, he was referring to Crabbe and Goyle when he said this. He had decided that as soon as soon as things became normal between him and Granger he would want things to get back as normal. Pansy, thinking he wanted her to come, was delighted. She shot out of her seat and hooked her arm through Draco's. Draco shrugged and started towards the door glancing at Hermione's sapphire necklace one more time.

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Hermione was back in the library researching the triangle. She opened 'The mystic triangle' and randomly flipped open a page.

Chapter 6, page 391

The Necklaces

The four necklaces are made out of four different stones. The stones are listed first, their descriptions second.

Sapphire:
The sister gem to ruby, sapphire can refer to many colors. Most commonly found in blue though they can also be yellow, green, orange, violet, pink, black, or colorless.
Although sapphires are less expensive than rubies, the many-colored stones can demand high prices.

Emerald:
The distinctive rich green color is caused by chromium and/or vanadium impurities. Most emeralds have visible inclusions, and are prone to cracking if roughly handled. Emerald is the most valuable form of beryl.
Flawless gems are very rare and extremely expensive. Pale stones are moderately priced.

Ruby:
Belonging to the corundum family, ruby is aluminum oxide colored red by chromium impurities. Colors range from pinkish to purplish red, the most prized color being a brilliant blood red. Rubies exhibit strong fluorescence under incandescent lighting. Most of the worlds rubies are mined in Burma, Thailand, Cambodia, and Vietnam.
Prices vary widely. Naturally the finest stones are very expensive.

Diamond:
A form of crystallized carbon and the hardest of all gemstones. It has exceptional brilliance and strength which gives rise to its fame. Colors range from colorless to yellow, brown, green, blue, pink and - exceptionally rare - red. South African mines dominate the world market, and to a very great extent prices are controlled by the Diamond Trading Company.
Value is determined by a complex grading system based on color and clarity.

The Triangle Gems:

Sapphire:
The sapphire is of the element water. This stone will be in the hands of the element's enemy. The element will ask her about it, but she will deny anything about it and not let the element touch it. She should not do so for it says in The Prophecy of Mena (See 'The Prophecy of Mena' by Amanda Cow for more details) that it shall be done when she finds her love. The enemy shall one day know what it is for and shall stay away from it-unwisely, for he needs it. One day he will hold the stone and the hsis (see 'alck comes the hsis' by Xiao Chen Lee for more details) will take place and he shall discover his element.

Emerald:
The emerald is of the element earth. It shall be with him though he never notices it. One day the element fire, who will be well-known to him, will show him something that is unbelievable. On the night of his eighteenth month he will depart with the necklace. That is when the chita (see 'alck comes the chita' by Xiao Chen Lee for more details) takes place. He will then discover his element.

Ruby:
The ruby is of the element fire. The ruby will be with a friend of the fire who she has known for a long time. On his eighteenth month he will give the ruby to the element and she will think upon it. If she has fallen in love by then, the Maraq (see 'alck comes the Maraq' by Xiao Chen Lee for more details) shall take place and she shall discover the element. If she has not all the elements will be locked and the stones will be given to different owners.

Diamond:
The diamond is of the element air. This element will be a magical animal. This magical animal shall be the most important member of the triangle. The diamond will be somewhere unreachable and the rest of the elements shall have to travel far to complete the triangle. The diamond shall choose its element. This shall happen on the second moon after the Maraq takes place. When the creature is staring into the dephts of the diamond the Tresatr (see 'alck comes the Tresatre' by Xiao Chen Lee for more details) will take place. This will confirm the triangle and the four elements will be full powered.

Hermione sighed and flipped open 'The four seekers'

The seeker

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish

He who defies the prophecy may forever perish.....

Hermione sighed as she quietly shut the meaningless book.
'He who defies the prophecy may forever perish'

Worthless piece of junk! thought Hermione leaning back into her chair. So what about the prophecy? These Ancient Symbols were killing her. "I couldn't do any better with a Confundus charm on me!" Hermione snapped irritably.
She picked up 'Legendary necklaces' and flipped to page 300.

Page 300, Chapter 12 of 'Legendary Necklaces'

The four elements

The four elements are Fire, Water, Earth, and Air¹. These elements take part in the triangle. Fire, Water and Earth are the corners and Air is the centre. The centre is special because it is the only thing non-mortal before the triangle. Therefore the centre is a magical creature and the corners are human. There are many procedures to become an element¹. You need to be chosen. Every century four beings are chosen. If the beings complete their tasks they will be an element, if they do not the century passes in suffering. If they do pass, the elements will help fight our world from evil.

¹See 'The Mystic Triangle' by Tabitha Lee.
¹See 'The mystic triangle'

"But how do you know if you're chosen?" Hermione wanted to scream, but thought the better of it. She packed up her books and gloomily exited the library.

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The next day wasn't a field day for Draco. He was again was woken up by Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco!" she simpered, "I just took a shower today...how about a little morning work-out?"

Draco looked at her, disgusted. "Shut up and get the hell out, Pansy! Hey...What did you do to my boxers?" Pansy giggled wildly and pointed to the black silk boxers that were hanging on the ceiling light. The blond frowned and looked up at the offending undergarments. "Pansy!" he said furiously "I'm not wearing anything!" Pansy snorted. "Well, duh!" she rolled her eyes dramatically, "Draco! Why do you think I took your boxers off? Why would I have to take them off for any reason other than-"

"You did it because you're a brainless floozy with a head filled with nothing but feathers!" Draco interrupted her.

"Draco!" Pansy said, outraged, "You were being so nice to me yesterday!"

"I was out of my mind then!" Draco retorted. Pansy looked up at him with puppy eyes,

"Please? Please? Please? With lots of passionate shagging on the top?"

Draco sighed, This was going to be a long day...

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Things didn't turn out any better at breakfast that morning. Instead of a solution to his problems his father sent him a howler. Draco's owl, 'Grey', had delivered it. After calmly picking it and putting it on his plate he took out his Defense Against the Dark Arts book.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE MALFOY NAME LIKE THAT? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOUSELF! YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! WITH THAT GRANGER! DONT ASK ME FOR HELP! YOU'RE THE ONE WHOS GOOD AT POTIONS! FAILED ME IN EVERY THING! AND IF I DONT SEE YOUR GRADES COME UP..."

To defeat a Dementor you will need to conjure a Patronus. Focus on a happy memory and chant 'expecto Patronus. Every Patronus is different to the owner.

"...I HAD SUCH HIGH HOPES FOR YOU! TO MINGLE YOURSELF WITH A MUGGLE-BORN! WATCH YOURSELF DRACO! IF I HEAR ONE MORE THING CONCERNING YOU AND THAT MUD-BLOOD YOU ARE OUT OF THAT SCHOOL AND INTO DRUMSTRANG! I WON'T EVEN LET YOUR MOTHER STOP YOU! YOU MY..."

Some wizards conjure up animals, others conjure objects, some just glimmer, some give off sparks, or sometimes are simple balls of light. The Patronus is a very advanced form of magic. They are rated XXXXX and you are not allowed to use one in a form of attack.

...AND THIS IS MY LAST WARNING! A BIT OF TROUBLE FROM YOU DRACO AND YOU WILL SOON REGRET IT!

The envelope burst into flames. Draco slowly poured water on it before someone/something caught fire.

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Hermione fingered her necklace. If it really was...she should give it to him shouldn't she? What if he isn't? Hermione stood up and announced "I'm going to give it to him!". She marched out of the common room leaving behind some very confused Gryffindors