Seasons change and so do I But my love for you is timeless Evergreen it is, never will it change I keep rewinding seasons in love
Once upon a time, the story begins In the summer of my life, I met you, walking on the beachside Watching the sailing ships Pure joy shining in your eyes How I wished to be the waves to Playfully touch your cheerful steps !
Spring was the season of love In my life, when we finally Confessed our love for each other Secret glances turned to secret kisses Longing paved way for cherishing our love Togetherness bloomed in our hearts We spread the fragrance of love everywhere !
In the autumn of my life When you left me alone to cry Every leaf in my branch Every flower in my garden Every petal in my dreams Every piece of my heart Fell, the way you broke my heart !
Now it's time for the cold The winter of my life's season Where the sideways of my heart Are covered in chilling snow So, I don't know where the way is And I am stuck inside my heart It isn't even warm here without you !
Seasons come and seasons go But your memories never left me With every day, every season, it just Changes emotions and colours And the person remains the same For every season in my life forever What hurts me is it's not like that for you !
Hermione turned her head to look at Draco. She was surprised, no shocked, over what he'd just said. He squeezed her hand and pulled her closer to him to clarify what he truly meant. "It's misery to be away from the one you love. It's misery to not know if the one you love loves you just as much. It's misery when night falls and you aren't holding your girl as you sleep. It's misery...." He stopped. "But I love Hermione. More than anything. And for that, I would endure any misery whatsoever. But I guess you have never loved like that, have you?"
Snape was silent, but shaking. Hermione couldn't tell if he was near tears or violent explosion. His lip trembled, and he bit it, drawing blood.
"You can obliviate my memory all you want," Draco said with a surety to his voice, "but the heart will remember one day."
A sound issued from Snape's mouth. It was born of anguish, knowing young Malfoy was right.The memory of the mind and the longing of the heart were on two different tracks. He closed his eyes and for a moment he too remembered the heart's lonely path. And he knew the path of action he must take, even if it was only a temporary thing. He opened his eyes and pointed his wand at Draco. "I am sorry, young Malfoy. Love is the darkest art for a reason. You aren't supposed to have it." Before Draco could react, Snape made a swirling motion with his wand as if it were just dying to snatch memories right out the air.
Hermione screamed. "Professor, no!!"
There was a crackle building in the air, a charging of electricity, as if Severus was going to let loose the most terrible of curses. Then a dark shape collided into him, knocking the wand from his hand, wrapping its teeth around his wrist. The boarhound drove him to the icy ground, growling and thrashing, even as the wizard tried to escape the furious beast.
"Get off me," Severus snarled. The creature held on, drawing blood in a tight toothy grip. For this reason, Snape couldn't repel his attacker with magic. It could rip his own hand off in the process.
Draco looked at the scene in front of him, his mind quickly deciding whether to help Snape or not. His eyes took in the still unconscious forms of Harry and Ron, short term memories obliviated by Severus. They were starting to stir. They would be awake soon. He turned his eyes on Hermione, who was recoiling in horror at the bodies rolling in the snow, Snape beating the huge dog thing with his free fist to no avail.
"Fang!" Hagrid's voice bellowed. "Good boy! Now release him."
"We have to go, love," Draco whispered. And before she could protest, he clutched her hand and said, "Disapparate!"
"No," Snape screamed, upon hearing the command that made the couple disappear before the eye. He knew they were gone, magically fleeing to some other destination. He was going to have to hunt them now, if he were to obliviate their memories and set things back on track again. As Fang let go of his wrist, he angrily threw Hagrid's dog aside and clambered to his feet.
"Hagrid," he snarled. "You let them escape. I was returning all these unruly students to Hogwarts, and you have the gall to sick your fur pest on me. I will report this to Umbridge. That should go well with your already poor record."
The gamekeeper consoled Fang by rubbing the back of his big head. He looked up at Snape, seemingly unconcerned by his threat. "Yer was pointing yer wand at defenseless students," he said. He looked over at Harry and Ron, who were now awakening. "And looks like you'd already used it on some of them. Unruly indeed."
Snape snorted in disgust, peering across the snowy landscape. "You fool," he muttered, but it was hard to tell if he meant Hagrid and his interference, or Draco, spiriting he and Hermione away to some unknown location. He scanned the area quickly to see if he could spy them, but he knew at the moment it was futile. Draco would hide them well. Snape would just wait for them to resurface. Christmas was almost upon them. They had to come out from hiding in order to board the holiday train to go home to their families. Severus shook his head. He didn't need this. It slowed down things. He needed to do better at reeling Draco back in if he was to fulfill his destiny. Hermione Granger was going to have to go, one way or the other.
Hermione wasn't thinking of going anywhere. She had apparated with her lover in a forest. The forbidden one. Where humans weren't supposed to walk. But she didn't care. She was with Draco now. He had been returned to her from the midst of frozen death, and now here they were reappearing in the forest, his strong arms wrapped around her protectively. But there was no need for protection now. They were alone. Still, he did not let her go. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm afraid I got us in this mess, being stupid as always."
"It's not your fault, love," she whispered. "We'll escape for the holidays and when we come back, everything will be alright."
"I wish I had your optimism, Hermione Granger. But Snape knows about us. He may protect our secret, but he won't allow us to continue either. If he's prepared to obliviate us, who knows what lengths he will go to?"
"So what are we going to do?"
He mustered a smile. "For tonight, we hide." He looked around the silent forest. "Do you recognize this place? Do you remember?"
Momentarily confused, she looked around, seeing nothing but rock, trees, faded footpaths made by forest creatures. "I'm not sure I..."
"Last time it was raining," he reminded her with a smile. He turned and drew his wand, pointing it to a congested stand of trees and shrub. "Revelio!" Suddenly, a tent appeared before them, still half hidden among the dense forest.
Hermione smiled, remembering the first time they'd taken refuge here. It had seemed like ages ago when she had summoned the tent in the rain, drawn from memory of seeing it in a shop window in Diagon Alley. They'd hid inside during a storm and fallen further in love from the close proximity. She remembered how Draco had kissed her that day, and said dreamily, "I really need to take this tent back before I get in trouble."
"No need," Draco replied. "I already returned it."
"Then why is it still here?"
He grinned. "I had father buy it for me. I told him I wanted it to camp out with Crabbe and Goyle." He flashed her a conspiratorial wink. "He thinks I have it hidden on the estate somewhere."
Hermione shook her head. "You're devious. I like that in a boy."
He laughed. "You're a thief. I like that in a girl."
She looked at the tent. "I just wanted to borrow it."
"I wasn't talking about the tent."
"Oh?" Hermione feigned ignorance. "What were you talking about then?"
He touched her face. "My heart, Hermione Jean." His finger stroked her cheek. "But you already knew that. Every thief knows what they have taken."
"What about the things you've stolen from me," she asked teasingly.
"I can only hope to steal more."
She put her hand in his. "Then perhaps we should go inside," she said, leading him to the tent.
"Yes, perhaps so." He allowed her to pull him into the tent, and once inside he uttered the charm that would hide it again, so none would find them in their special place.
"I had such a horrible dream," Draco confessed weakly, looking up into Hermione's teary eyes. "That there was a life without you and I ever loving one another."
"Never," she sobbed, overcome with emotion over Malfoy's return from icy darkness. "You will never be without me. I have loved you from our first kiss."
"Would that be our first kiss in the library or last year at the Yule Ball?"
"Well, you didn't actually kiss me at the ball, now did you?"
"Yes I did," he protested, with a cold rasp in his throat. "You slapped me, remember?"
"That was hardly a kiss. And hardly a slap, as I recall."
"Then why don't you show me what a real kiss is?"
Hermione smirked, shaking her head. "Even at the point of dying, you are scheming and mischievous."
He laughed, though it almost hurt to do so. "Impending death makes one appreciate life's little moments."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Little? I'll show you little, you smug little Slytherin."
Then her lips were upon him. Full, passionate, unsated. He welcomed the kiss and parted his pale lips upon hers.
"No, no, and triple no," Ron muttered, flabbergasted at the scene before him. "This can't be right."
Harry, stood beside him, jaw slack and open. "Somebody wake me," he stated matter of factly.
Ron shook his head. "I can't believe this!" He looked at the odd couple, still in the throes of their delirious kiss. "You lied to us, Hermione! I suspected you had a secret...but this! You and Draco! All this time...."
The two lovers separated, but Hermione was still looking dreamily into Malfoy's silver grey eyes. "All this time," she whispered. Then it hit her. The realization of what had happened. In her joy of Draco being returned from the lake, they both had forgotten themselves. For them, all that existed was their ecstatic happiness of life returned. There had been no Harry. No Ron. Not even Snape. And yet there they were.
She turned her face to her friends. "I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't know how to tell you guys..."
Ron flushed angry, or perhaps it was just hurt. Often they can look the same. "How about, hey by the way, I've been sucking face with Draco Malfoy half the friggin' school year!"
Draco opened his mouth to come to Hermione's defense, but she put her finger upon his lips to shush him. Still, she heard him whisper and mutter under his breath. But when she looked at him to let him know she could handle this, she realized it wasn't him that was mumbling. It was Severus Snape.
He stood halfway between them all. Eyes closed, he was muttering under his breath in chant like tones. It stopped Hermione from addressing Ron's angry retort. For a moment she thought maybe Snape had been possessed somehow. Perhaps the dead spirits from the lake had found a way to claim a Slytherin after all.
Ron and Harry were also stunned to silence, both unsure what was happening to the Potions Master of Hogwarts. Only Draco suspected the truth. His teacher was modifying a curse.
Harry finally realized what was about to come, and raised his wand. Snape's eyes opened, dark and terrible. His wand was up a split second before Harry's. "Obliviate!" he snarled. The curse hit Harry full on and the boy collapsed on the ice before he could defend himself.
Ron gasped. "What?!" Holding his hands out in surrender, he pleaded "No, wait! Please! I don't want my memory erased! Hermione, please...tell him.. " He stopped. He knew Snape wouldn't listen. And in minutes, he himself wouldn't remember either. But maybe Hermione would. Ron looked at her with sad, lonely eyes. "I...Hermione...I've always lo...."
"Obliviate!" Snape's curse cut him off mid-sentence. The force of it drove him to the ice, where he lay unconscious, as the effect of the spell weaved its way through his mind like clouds chasing each other across a darkened sky.
Now there was no sound but wind in the trees and the slow exhalation of Hermione and Draco's breath. "What did you do?" Hermione asked incredulously. Suddenly brave, she glared at Prof. Snape. "You wiped their entire memory?"
"No," Snape answered. "Just the last hour of it."
"You modified the curse?" Draco asked, now sitting up on the ice. "Impressive."
"Of course, it was impressive."
"It was unnecessary," Hermione said sadly.
Snape looked at her. "It wouldn't have been necessary if certain parties had their priorities straight."
He took them both in with his cold, dark eyes. Draco noticed he hadn't yet put his wand away. But it was Hermione who put it all together. "You're going to wipe us all," she said.
There was a hard gleam in Snape's eyes. "I gave you so many chances. Overlooked so many things, and protected your secret, thinking it was but a candle flame soon to blow out in the beeeze. But no, you had to continue this forbidden course."
" Why is it so forbidden? Why can't we....?"
"Because," he snarled. "You both have a role to play in the coming war."
Draco struggled to his feet, clutching Hermione's arm to do so. "War?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.
"Yes, war. Do you think the arrival of Umbridge was just a chance thing? No, she and all her rules are the heralds of what is to come. She prepares the way for battle." Snape stared at Draco. "And you! You are supposed to be helping her."
"Don't play coy with me, Malfoy. You know what is expected of you..." He rolled up his sleeve to show the Death Eater mark. "...if you want this."
Hermione turned to her boyfriend, a look of surprise on her face. "Draco?" she asked, feeling slightly confused.
Draco couldn't look at her, but instead stared down Severus. "I don't care about that anymore," he said. "It's not important. Not like love. Nowhere near it, in fact. This is the only important thing to me." He reached out and took Hermione's hand.
She let him take it, despite her shock at realizing he'd wanted to be a death eater himself. Did he still feel that way? What had been doing all this time? Acting in the interests of the enemy or truly baring his soul to her?
Snape looked at them both and shook his head. "Your loyalty to your dreams is useless. You are still children, even if you think you are grown up now. Your dreams don't belong to you. You are here to do as you are told by those more experienced than you."
Hermione couldn't be silent any longer. Gripping Draco's hand in hers, she squeezed it for courage. "And what experience do you possibly have, professor? What do you know about dreams, or of the heart, or even love?"
"I know plenty! Love is the most destructive thing in the universe. It changes you. It takes every bright spot that may have existed within you and turns it to darkness. You yourselves have said it. Love is the darkest art."
"But it's not meant to be," argued Hermione. "It's meant to save us, to make us better, to fulfill our lives."
For a moment, Snape faltered. He smiled sadly. "Silly girl. Love will take all those notions from you one day and you will see it for what it is."
"Then what is it, Professor? Tell us in all your good wisdom what love is."
Before Snape could reply, Draco provided the answer. "It's misery," he said.