My Soul Mate

Chapter Eighteen - Answer and TwO LOvers...

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Kuch to hua hai, kuch ho gaya hai.

Do chaar din se, lagta hai jaise -

Sab kuch alag hai, sab kuch naya hai.

Cheeze main rakhke, bhool jaati hoon,

Bekhayali mein, gungunati hoon,

Ab akele mein, muskurati hoon.

Badli hui si, meri ada hai.

Pighla pighla hai, dil mera jabse,

Acha reheta hai, mood bhi tabse,

Haske milta hoon, aaj kal sabse.

Khush ho gaya hai, jo bhi mila hai.

Rang chamkile, saare lagte hain,

Raha mein bikhre, taare lagte hai,

Phool ab zyaada, pyaare lagte hain.

Mehki hui si, jaisi hawa hai.

Dhyaan ab apna, zyaada rakhta hoon,

Sochta hoon mein, kaissa lagta hoon,

Aina ho to, dekhleta hoon,

Kaise yeh chehra, aise khila hai.

Yeh nasha jisme, dono rehte hain,

Yeh leher jisme, dono behete hain,

Ho na ho isko, pyaar kehte hain.

Pyaar mila to, dil kho gaya hai.

Kuch to hua hai, kuch hogaya hai.

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Something has happened, something has happened.

It's been two to four days and I feel as if -

Everything is different, everything is new.

I forget where I have kept my things,

Subconsciously, I start humming.

My attitude has changed.

Ever since my heart has melted,

My mood stays gay,

I grin and greet everyone.

I am very happy with whatever I have found.

The colors all seem to glitter,

The stars seem scattered on my way,

And the flowers seem to be more beautiful than ever.

The wind smells sweet now a days.

The intoxication both of us stay in,

The wave both of us float on,

It is love for sure.

And now that I have found my love, my heart is lost.

Something has happened, something has happened.

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Hermione smiled at Draco affectionately. "I have a feeling that we're going to feel caged for ages now," she said. "But I know the perfect place where we can have get fresh air."

She got up and said, "Come on."

"Huh?" said Draco, surprised.

"Come on, we need a break," said Hermione, a steely glint in her eyes.

"Are you sure," asked Draco weakly, "that its you thinking of taking a break from school crap?"

Hermione smiled grimly. "Homework is not crap," she said lightly. "And I'll never think of taking a break in my right mind, that is until I am not forced to. Anyway, I am not neglecting my schoolwork, its just we are so meddled up ... we surely need some enjoyment. And I know the perfect place for it."

"You're right, but what is your 'perfect place'? The library? That would be too morbid, if you ask me."

Hermione wanted to tell him that the library wasn't morbid, but she knew that he was joking anyway, so she chose to ignore that comment. "No, it isn't the library," she said. "It's something very different."

"What is it?"

"If you want to know, then come with me," said Hermione crossly.

"All right," said Draco getting up, "I'm coming. What about Ginny?"

Hermione leaned sideward to see Ginny asleep on the bed, her History of Magic, Grade Five by Bathilda Bagshot propped open in front of her. Hermione shook her head exasperatedly.

"Can you believe her?" she said. "She's in her fifth year and she'll take her OWLs in only a few months and she is sleeping."

"There are five months until her exams," pointed out Draco.

"You can't fool around with the OWLs," said Hermione firmly. "Harry and Ron did the same, and how many OWLs did they get? Seven or eight."

"I did the same too," said Draco. "And I pulled down eleven OWLs."

"And I got twelve," replied Hermione smugly.

"That's because you have one subject more than what I have."

"All right, let that be. And let Ginny be too. I guess she needs some rest also ... anyway, let's go."

"Fine," said Draco, walking out of his dormitory with Hermione and closing the door softly behind him.

Hermione led the way. She walked to the Entrance Hall first and then headed off for the staircase.

"Hey!" protested Draco. "That way leads to the Gryffindor common room! Whom are you kidding? I'm not going in there!"

"It doesn't only lead to the Gryffindor Tower but many other places," said Hermione, stopping in her tracks and turning back. "Come up."

"You're taking me to a tower?" asked Draco as he ascended the flight of stairs too.

"Yes," replied Hermione when Draco was level with her. "But it's no ordinary tower."

"Is it the Eiffel Tower?"

"Course not."

"Than it must be the goddamned Owlery."

"Will you shut up and come with me?" asked Hermione irritably.

"I'm sorry, my Lady," said Draco with a slight bow. "Lead me to the path thou thinkest to be Paradise."

Inspite of herself, Hermione sniggered.

"Find me witty?" asked Draco, rubbing his chin and raising his eyebrows.

Hermione didn't answer. She started walking, chuckling silently.

Draco followed her. He followed her through twists and turns until he landed in a corridor that had no rooms and windows, but just many more corridors.

"This is your idea of fresh air?" he asked. "Hermione, are you sure you haven't lost your mind? Well, that's plausible, since you fancy Gilderoy Lockhart."

Hermione rolled her eyes. He always had to be so saucy. And in an unexplainable way, she liked it.

"I don't fancy Lockhart," she said. "Anyway, how could you forget this place so soon?"

"Forget this place? Have I been here before?"

"Yes. You caught Harry over here back in our fifth year after a DA meeting, remember?"

Draco looked around carefully; Hermione was right. It was that very place. He didn't know how he really forgot that place.

"Hermione, you haven't lost your head," he said impressively. "How sweet of you to help me recollect some sweet memories! Oh, I can feel that same satisfaction seeping into me again. The way Potter tripped -"

"Enough," cut off Hermione sternly. "Can you leave Harry out, please?"

"Sure. I'd be glad to ... anyway, is it true that here is a 'Room of Requirement'?"

"Yes," said Hermione incredulously. "How did you know?"

"Umbridge told me. That was how she got proof against the DA."

Hermione scowled at Umbridge's memory. Bitch, she thought to herself. To Draco, she said aloud, "Yes, here is the Room of Requirement."

"What happens here exactly?"

"Well ... you can get almost everything you wish for." explained Hermione.

"So if I ask for a pair of Veelas who would bed me, then I'd get them?"

"Draco!"

"My little old joke." said Draco hastily.

I don't need a Veela. I'll have you one day.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "So, what d'you want?"

You, thought Draco.

"I was thinking of a room with a large window through which we could have some fresh air," went on Hermione. "Will that be all right?"

"Sure,"

"Okay..."

Hermione walked past one particular turn three times, concentrating hard. Soon enough, a large oak door with a polished brass handle appeared right in the vicinity of her position.

Hermione turned her head back and smiled at Draco and clicked the door open and then, stepping into it, with Draco right behind her.

Hermione last remembered this room as a large, rectangle one with cushions everywhere. Where the DA meeting was held. Her last DA meeting, when everything had gone wrong.

But this time, the room was circular and stony. The walls looked ancient and of yore age. Huge pieces of brown rocks made up a tower. There was one flat and large, quadratic cushion of deep red velvet. On the opposite wall of it was a huge window, the only one in the whole room-cum-tower. The window was almost the same length as of the walls and about five feet wide. Outside it, was a beautiful, typical winter sight.

Small, greyish-black mountains were visible, and the sun, a deep orange and carmine was threatening to set behind them. The snow was falling, and when Draco looked down, he supposed that it was disappearing once again about a foot from the ground. The snow was tinted scarlet by the sun's rays. The rays, though dim, themselves were falling into the room in slanting blocks, lighting up the whole room in a crimson glow.

Draco's eyes looked around the sanguine luminescence and then, they fell on Hermione. She was looking at him with warm amber eyes. Draco could see the sun in them, waiting for him to sit. As if only he was comfortable, it would set into the whirlpool of zealous golden stare.

Draco took the invitation and sat down on the cushion, crossing his ankles. His knees were in front of his face, his hands resting on them, entangling their fingers together loosely.

Hermione slid down next to him, on his left. Her legs were bent on the left side so that her whole weight was resting on her right waist. She twirled her hands (perhaps in nervousness) on her lap, waiting for Draco to say something.

Draco looked at the sun directly. It was large and round and red. It hung lower then before, the mountain summits grazing its feet. The sky around the horizon was lit a purplish yellow, in straight lines. The snow was tinted red still. Perhaps still disappearing a feet above the ground.

"How did you get this room?" he asked quietly.

"I imagined it."

"Schvn," said Draco softly. "Beautiful."

"Thanks," whispered Hermione. "Its peaceful."

"Tranquil..."

"Yes. It feels so good here ... away from the world; its worries and tensions."

Draco nodded, fascinated. "If I ask for anything can I get it?" he asked dreamily.

Hermione turned her head sharply towards him.

"Don't spoil the mood by mentioning the Veelas," said Draco, still looking forward. "It's just you and me. Nobody else."

It was nobody else. It was only him and her. The sun and the mountain. The snow and the red color.

Draco was still looking out and Hermione at him. The mountain summits were pulling the sun down. The sun's last, faithful rays tinting the snow red.

"Yes," said Hermione in a whisper, turning away from his handsome face. "It'll get you almost anything."

Draco didn't respond, but barely a moment or two later, a soft music filled the air.

Hermione jumped a bit and looked at Draco. He was still unmoving.

The music was barely audible but gentle and of the sweetest notes Hermione had ever heard. Each cord quivered in the air, which was warmed magically. The mountain summits pulled the sun lower still. The snow was less red.

Hermione kept looking at Draco. The sun's scarce rays lit up his face too, seeming to float in his liquid, clear bluish-grey eyes. The sun looked rather azure and the mountains more dusky in them.

Draco felt Hermione's stare burning into his face. But he didn't look back at her. He could see an image of her before the less cerise snow.

Suddenly, something dazzled on his left and caught his eye. Draco turned his head sharply to the source of the sudden gleam and got the shock of his life.

An egg-shaped, compound-sided green emerald was shining brightly, even in the dim light. It was tinted redder then the snow, hanging from a thin and delicate platinum chain. It was hung around Hermione's neck.

If your answer is yes, then wear it.

She had worn it. Hermione had worn it.

She had said yes.

Draco looked up at Hermione, his face eager and his eyes alive. The sun was still visible in them. And so was Hermione too. And between the sun and Hermione, the pendant gleamed. More red than the snow.

"Hermione ... does this mean that...?"

"I love you too," Hermione whispered back. "I love you for making me feel. I love you for being with me. I love you for loving me."

Draco stared at her warm face, radiant with love. She loved him. She said it. She declared herself as his. She was his.

Only mine

.

Mine to love

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Draco couldn't control the sudden burst of passion in him. And he didn't think it necessary to control it. The pendant gleamed on Hermione's chest, just between the line dividing her breasts, exposed by the half unzipped serge sweatshirt.

The summits of the mountains pulled down the sun completely. All traces of red vanished as the curtains dropped to hide the sun and reveal the moon in the north. A white moon. The snow tinted blue. Slanting rays of silver moonlight shot into the room. Some distant thing gleamed in Draco's eyes. Hermione looked like a shadow in them. The pendant shone teal now.

Draco unfolded his legs and leaned forward to kiss Hermione. Her amber eyes welcomed him as she snaked her arms shakily around his broad neck. Draco wrapped his around her narrow waist; leaning forwards still until his lips touched hers. His hot tongue came out and darted on the edge of her mouth, making her gasp at the feeling.

Draco closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful abyss as he started kissing her. He kissed her slowly first, licking her mouth with his tongue. Hermione shivered and broke into his arms, moving her hands up and down his neck.

Suddenly, Draco fell back, taking Hermione with him. Hermione slammed into him and in a blink of an eye, she found herself under him; being kissed in the fieriest passion. Draco sucked her lips and pressed his against her hard. A strange feeling, like an electric shock, formed in the pit of Hermione's stomach, making it compressed and strained. Hermione knew nothing else, only Draco. Draco kissing her, intoxicating her. Murmuring heavily on her lips 'I love you.'

His tongue came out to battle with hers, discovering her mouth more properly than the last time. To feel each crevice and depression. After a long time of savage snogging, Hermione withdrew, gasping for breath. But Draco was not tired at all. His kisses trailed down her neck, sucking each inch of the luscious skin. Savoring it. He went as far as where the emerald pendant rested on Hermione's chest. Only the line dividing her breasts was visible, the locket on it. Draco, not wanting to scare Hermione, traced the saliva slick skin back to devour her inebriating mouth.

There were no Veelas. Only him and her. The moon and the mountains. The snow and the blue color. Fervent emotions suppressed for too long. Love for each other suppressed for too long.

No one has understood me better than you have, and no one ever will.

The snow was tinted blue and was perhaps disappearing a foot above from the ground.

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It's a strange thing, love. After the worldwide cybernetic and spiritual conquests of man, he could never conquer love and live forever to live it. Love.

There are so many definitions for this simple, four-lettered word. Love.

L

and of happiness.

O

cean of joy.

V

ision of beatitude.

E

ternal bliss.

And there have been so many love stories around the world. All known, all unfinished. Literally. The ones that have completed their journey are yet to unfold. One shall from now on.

The tall coconut trees on Land around the beach were like combs to the vast sky. To strain out the scattered clouds of discontentment. The Ocean waves frothed at the sand, grazing the beach's feet. Washing away the grime of sorrow. To be blessed with such a sight was a Vision worthy. And stay with your lover forever there Eternally. Happiness, joy, beatitude and bliss.

Life completed. Two people completed. Achieved immortality.

The brain will stop recognizing the paramour one-day. The heart will stop beating in excitement at a paramour's touch. This is the earthly path of love, not its end.

What would recognize the lover and feel for it after death?

Soul.

It can never be destroyed. It is more powerful than the brain and more sentimental then the heart. It can never be changed. The souls will mate.

The paramours, Soul Mates.

Over an' over I look in your eyes

You're all I desire, you have captured me

I want to hold you; I want to be close to you

I never want to let go

I wish that this night would never end

I need to know

Could I hold you for a lifetime?

Could I look into your eyes?

Could I have this night to share this night together?

Could I hold close beside me?

Could I hold you for all time?

Could I have this kiss forever?

Over an' over I dreamed of this night,

Now your here by my side, you are next to me

I want to hold you, to touch you and taste you

And make you want no one but me

I wish that this kiss could never end, oh baby please

Could I hold you for a lifetime?

Could I look into your eyes?

Could I have this night to share this night together?

Could I hold close beside me?

Could I hold you for all time?

Could I have this kiss forever?

I don't want any night to go by

Without you by my side

I just want all my days

Spent being next to you, live for just for loving you, and baby oh by the way...

Could I hold for a lifetime?

Could I look into your eyes?

Could I, could I have this night to share this night together?

Could I hold close beside me?

Could I just wander all over you?

Could I have this kiss forever?

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Hermione lay against Draco, in the Room of Requirement that was currently like an old tower of the medieval times. With hard stone rocks and one window.

Hermione was flat on her back, with Draco leaning onto her left side. Both were looking out into the starry night. Nothing could be more peaceful. The union of two lovers and a soft music. Blue tinted snow perhaps disappearing a foot above the ground. A kind of understanding that was not audible to the trees outside, whose dark leaves swayed to the breeze in the shadowy dark.

The pendant gleamed teal.

"It's a phantasm," whispered Hermione. "I could have never believed this time to be possible when I had last entered this room."

Draco didn't answer. He nibbled at Hermione's earlobes.

"We're lucky, aren't we?" went on Hermione dreamily. "First, we get to know each other. Befriend each other and then fall in love with each other. It's a fairy tale -"

"It's not," interrupted Draco, leaning his face closer to Hermione's. "Fairy tales are illusions. This is real. You are real. I am real. Our friendship was real and now, our love is real. Our touch is real. Our feelings are real."

Hermione looked at his bluish eyes where she could see the pendant glowing and the snow falling.

"The story is real," she agreed, trailing one hand down Draco's torso.

Draco caught her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed each finger and the palm.

This moment was utopia for Hermione. Rapture and ecstasy in their purest form.

"Draco ... Will you promise me something?"

"Anything." whispered Draco, burying his head as far as he could into Hermione's neck, which was covered by shiny and silky reddish brown locks. Her collarbones were like an eagle in flight. With the wings straight.

Hermione caressed Draco's neck lightly, grazing it with her fingertips and making Draco feel goose-bumps arise on his hands.

"Draco," she said, "promise me that it'll always be like this, this moment, where both of us would be together. Forever and for always. With the spotless love alive."

Draco lifted his head and placed it directly on the top of Hermione's, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I promise."

Hermione smiled.

Draco leaned in to kiss her again.

And they would be together. Forever and for always.

But the ups and downs will always have their own way in people's lives.

Why?