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"My only love sprung from my only hate, Too early seen, unknown, and known too late, Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy..." The soothing voice of Jean Granger lilted heavenly as she read those famous words. She sighed happily finishing the scene and looked down at the little girl tucked into her side.
"Mummy?"
"Yes Hermione?"
"How can you love someone you hate. I couldn't imagine loving Kevin Dillian, he's horrible" the little girl made a disgusted face, which Jean could only laugh at. Her daughter was extremely smart and could grasp the understanding of problems that even she had trouble with; this particular problem could only be learned with age.
"You'll understand when your older. Just remember, 'there's a fine line between love and hate'. Your a smart girl, you'll figure it out" Jean kissed her seven year old daughter on the forehead and tucked her into bed, smoothing down the bushy brown hair that promised to turn into soft curls as she grew; just as it had done with Jean. "Goodnight Mione, sweet dreams"
"Goodnight mummy, I love you"
"Love you too" Jean left, leaving the door slightly open, the way her daughter liked it.
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(Malfoy manor)
"Draco!" Narcissa Malfoy the blonde vixen shouted in shock, her little boy almost crying in the doorway. "Baby, whats wrong? Come here" she said patting the bed.
"I had a bad dream" he wimpered quietly. Lucius-Draco's father-turned over to face his wife and son sleepily.
"What's wrong?" he yawned peering at his heir, as his mother placed the boy on her lap.
"He had a bad dream, dear"
"Was it the demetor again?" he asked his son. Lucius didn't blame him, Draco was seven and those Dementor's terrified even the most evil of men. Draco just nodded and curled into his mother trying to hide in her warmth. Lucius reached over, grabbed his wand, cast Lumos and sat up against his headboard. Narcissa lent back into him, summoned the 'tales of beedle the bard' and settled Draco comfortably in her lap. The Malfoy's were considered dark wizards and pureblood elitest, but in the subtle glow of Lucius's wand and the privacy of their manor, they were simply a mother, father and son.
"A long time ago, in a land far far away, a king decided to keep all the magic in the world for himself..." Lucius immediantly drifts back off to sleep-his arms wraped protectivly around his wife and son. Narcissa carried on into the night, amusing her little boy with the tales of 'Babbitty Rabbitty and her cackling stump'. Draco engrossed in the sound of his mothers voice fell swiftly off into a dreamless sleep.
*Prologue, I thought it was cute :P xx