A/N: This chapter is named such because Hermione knows she loves Draco, but
isn't ready to admit it to anyone but herself. The poem is an original one
of mine, just for this story. If you email me at
no_name_the_walrus@hotmail.com asking if you can use it, I might let you,
as long as you put my name on it! Anyway, please enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Not Ready Yet
"Hermione!" *dammit* I thought as I heard my mother's voice calling for me. That summer she seemed to need me more and more. I shouted "Be right down!" before hiding my diaries and notebooks in a nifty hiding place I had found in my room.
As soon as I made sure they were well hidden, I ran down the stairs only to run right into Mom. "Yea, Mom?" I asked politely. "Honey..." she began slowly. *uh oh* I thought. *nothing good ever comes when Mom starts like that* "I found these papers of yours, would you like to explain them?" I knew that if she was asking me to explain them, she had probably read it, but nothing could have prepared me for the shock of what I saw-several of the poems I had written about Draco Malfoy. The top one read:
I hate you
But I need you because I love you
Why did you end up where you did,
While I am here without you?
It's almost like Romeo and Juliet
Yet no one knows if the feelings are mutual,
Least of all me
So can you tell me
Do you love me the way I love you?
"Oh God..." I moaned under my breath. I knew it wasn't one of my better poems, but it wasn't the worst one. I quickly shuffled through the remaining pages and thanked my lucky stars on finding out that none of them mentioned any names of houses, or worst of all, his name.
"Well Mom..." I began hesitantly. "You see...these are about a guy I like at Hogwarts, and we don't really talk much, and with all the rivalry at school between the houses, it almost is like a Romeo and Juliet story, like the top one here says."
I felt somewhat guilty about that. They were half-truths; it was true Draco was in another house, and we don't really talk, we just exchange insults. Mom seemed to have caught on to this, as she asked next "I noticed you mention a ferret in one of your poems. Is it maybe talking about that one boy that a professor turned into a white ferret?" *Dammit* I cursed to myself. I was hoping she didn't catch that. I had barely caught it myself. As I started thinking about how best to answer her, I slipped off into daydreams of Draco.
~*~Daydream~*~ (A/N: this is set somewhere in the future) A beautiful young woman by the name of Hermione Malfoy stood at the sink doing dishes (the muggle way) and loading the dishwasher. She had insisted to Draco that they get one, it would keep her busy, and it was always a chore she had never minded. She was completely absorbed in her work and humming a sweet love song when she felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist. She gasped, and then recovered as she realized it was her husband, home from work. "Draco, you're home already!" she said as she turned around to greet him. "I see my wife is keeping busy, like she wanted to," he said with a smirk and a kiss on the lips. Hermione soon deepened the kiss as she had been waiting for him all day. "Not even home for two minutes and already you want me undressed," he teased her as the kiss ended. ~*~End Daydream~*~
I was rudely awakened from my daydreams by my mother. "Well?" she demanded. "Mom, I really don't feel like talking about this, I'm just going to go to bed." I knew that the next day, being September 1, and thus my first day back at school, we wouldn't have much time to talk, so she wouldn't get another chance to ask me. Before she could answer, I was upstairs and in bed.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so some constructive criticism would be great! Please go easy, but don't sugar-coat your reviews! Disclaimer: I don't any of this, except maybe the plot. . .
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Chapter 1: Not Ready Yet
"Hermione!" *dammit* I thought as I heard my mother's voice calling for me. That summer she seemed to need me more and more. I shouted "Be right down!" before hiding my diaries and notebooks in a nifty hiding place I had found in my room.
As soon as I made sure they were well hidden, I ran down the stairs only to run right into Mom. "Yea, Mom?" I asked politely. "Honey..." she began slowly. *uh oh* I thought. *nothing good ever comes when Mom starts like that* "I found these papers of yours, would you like to explain them?" I knew that if she was asking me to explain them, she had probably read it, but nothing could have prepared me for the shock of what I saw-several of the poems I had written about Draco Malfoy. The top one read:
I hate you
But I need you because I love you
Why did you end up where you did,
While I am here without you?
It's almost like Romeo and Juliet
Yet no one knows if the feelings are mutual,
Least of all me
So can you tell me
Do you love me the way I love you?
"Oh God..." I moaned under my breath. I knew it wasn't one of my better poems, but it wasn't the worst one. I quickly shuffled through the remaining pages and thanked my lucky stars on finding out that none of them mentioned any names of houses, or worst of all, his name.
"Well Mom..." I began hesitantly. "You see...these are about a guy I like at Hogwarts, and we don't really talk much, and with all the rivalry at school between the houses, it almost is like a Romeo and Juliet story, like the top one here says."
I felt somewhat guilty about that. They were half-truths; it was true Draco was in another house, and we don't really talk, we just exchange insults. Mom seemed to have caught on to this, as she asked next "I noticed you mention a ferret in one of your poems. Is it maybe talking about that one boy that a professor turned into a white ferret?" *Dammit* I cursed to myself. I was hoping she didn't catch that. I had barely caught it myself. As I started thinking about how best to answer her, I slipped off into daydreams of Draco.
~*~Daydream~*~ (A/N: this is set somewhere in the future) A beautiful young woman by the name of Hermione Malfoy stood at the sink doing dishes (the muggle way) and loading the dishwasher. She had insisted to Draco that they get one, it would keep her busy, and it was always a chore she had never minded. She was completely absorbed in her work and humming a sweet love song when she felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist. She gasped, and then recovered as she realized it was her husband, home from work. "Draco, you're home already!" she said as she turned around to greet him. "I see my wife is keeping busy, like she wanted to," he said with a smirk and a kiss on the lips. Hermione soon deepened the kiss as she had been waiting for him all day. "Not even home for two minutes and already you want me undressed," he teased her as the kiss ended. ~*~End Daydream~*~
I was rudely awakened from my daydreams by my mother. "Well?" she demanded. "Mom, I really don't feel like talking about this, I'm just going to go to bed." I knew that the next day, being September 1, and thus my first day back at school, we wouldn't have much time to talk, so she wouldn't get another chance to ask me. Before she could answer, I was upstairs and in bed.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so some constructive criticism would be great! Please go easy, but don't sugar-coat your reviews! Disclaimer: I don't any of this, except maybe the plot. . .