Disclaimer[Doesn't Go Along With the Books. I am not JK Rowling and I do not claim to be
AN - Hi. I haven't written fanfic in years so I might be a little rusty. But basically I want you to know that I am writing this from my knowledge of the basic rules of Hogwarts. I am not pushing this story in between any specific book. Nothing in the books has happened in this story. Don't assume something has happened or will happen or is happening, if you're meant to know I'll write it in so don't feel as if you have to figure out where this is supposed to fit in with the books because it wont. I hope you have a blast experiencing this story with me as I write it. It might come off as cheesy at times or unrealistic but it's all about fun. Please don't be disappointed at the length of this chapter its just to introduce you to what's going to be going on and soon I will have chapter two up.
Chapter 1 - Tell Me A Story.
At a young age of twenty-five, Hermione Malfoy sat in the practically empty tavern. The dark wood, old chairs, and the pungent smell of beer filled the small place. It was closed down for one reason and that reason was her. The only other people in the tavern with her were the interviewer and her assistant. The interviewer herself looked as if she had a few years of stories that could be told. Her face showed years of wisdom and experience, a few wrinkles marred her face, while her wheat colored hair was pushed into a bun that lay atop of her head. Hermione sat there admiring the woman and her features when in fact she should have been proud of her own. She certainly had grown into a gorgeous girl. Not a girl; a woman, a mother, a wife. A wife. That's why she was here. She wasn't here for her brains, or beauty, she was here because of her position as a wife to a brilliant and famous man. Draco Malfoy.
"So, Mrs. Malfoy. We've heard a bit of your story, through the grapevines, but we want to hear the entire story," said the female interviewer that had introduced herself earlier as Margaret.
As she had asked this, Hermione didn't quite know how to go about answering. She still wasn't quite used to being in the public eye but she had to be and she knew it well; being married to whom she was married to and all.
Hermione smiled, tucking a fallen curl behind her ear. "My story is umm…" She shook her head as her face showed a small hint of confusion. "It's… unbelievable." She gave the interviewer a smile before looking down at the her pad of parchment that was writing itself into a frenzy; copying down every word, breath, and even facial expression she made. Yeah. No pressure.
The interview gave her a genuine smile and nodded. "So I've heard. Years ago we all read in the paper about the seventeen year old impregnating a school mate. Then a few days later we hear she's in danger. Of course we never knew the full story. But you do. You were that girl. We want to know what you went through and how it happened. I hear some people look down at you for some choices you made during that time but others look up to you for risking love for the greater good, and then in fact turning the Malfoy name from a name of fear into hope."
Hermione smiled a little from embarrassment as she had never heard it told to her that way. "I… I guess you could say that. I made a few… unconventional decisions, using certain circumstances to my advantage to do what I felt was right at the ripe young age at seventeen. But you also have to understand that at seventeen we all thought we knew it all." The interviewer smiled in understanding. "But we didn't and we all made choices. However, my choice just so happened to work itself out..."
The interviewer quickly interrupted her, feeling that she had something to say. "Worked itself out? Didn't people die because of this; because of your choice? I've checked my facts and even your best friend died because of this choice…" She thought for a moment. "Oh yes, I know his name, a Mr.…"
Hermione quickly interrupted her, her eyes shut trying to take back her use of words. She had felt her stomach drop at the mention of that and she didn't want to talk about it anymore, no matter how much she promised she'd do the interview. "Please. I didn't mean that. I just… I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this." Hermione quickly got up from the table before she felt the interviewer's hand on her wrist pulling her back down.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, I didn't mean to upset you. If you like we can move on straight to the story." Hermione stood there thinking for a moment about whether or not she should continue, and after a moment of consideration she sat down and nodded. "Okay. I can do that."
The interviewer gave her an apologetic nod before speaking. "Feel free to not leave anything out. We want to know it all."
Hermione sat back in the chair and swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding, she took a second to get all the events straight in her head before closing her eyes and letting all the memories come flying back to her.
