Special Delivery
Sadly I do not own these Harry Potter characters. I am just a poor college student writing to make a major improvement in my meagre writing skills, and to get these characters in my head to shut up! For Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy...I hope I am doing you justice...now will you please be quiet?!
LoVe*lOvE*LoVe A Special Prologue lOvE*LoVe*lOvE
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby
"Delivery for Miss Hermione Granger."
Hermione turned to the voice behind her. "Wh-what's that?" She pointed to a basket filled with blue blankets. "Why is there a stork in your drawing room?"
"Miss Hermione Granger?" The stork asked.
"Y-yes," Hermione stuttered.
"Sign here," a parchment appeared in the storks beak.
"What if I refuse?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"I wouldn't refuse a stork Granger," Draco Malfoy was definitely having his fill of entertainment this morning. "Those storks can get pretty violent," he tried to advise.
"This has to be a joke. Ha ha, very funny. Now take it back! I don't want it!" Hermione raised her voice to the stork, to the amusement of the other occupants of the drawing room.
"Sign!" The stork snapped, his white feathers turning a nice shade of pink.
"Sign Granger. When his feathers turn red-"
"Fine!" Hermione snatched the parchment from the stork's beak and signed. Her signature glowed a baby blue, and the parchment disappeared with a snap, along with the illustrious Mister Stork. "This has to be a joke, but George is too depressed to play a joke of this magnitude," Hermione started talking to herself trying to figure out what kind of sick joke someone was playing.
"I believe this may give you a clue," Narcissa Black picked up a letter laying atop the blue bundle. The letter had Hermione written in Harry's messy handwriting.
Hermione,
I just found out I'm a father! Unfortunately his mother gave him up, and I haven't any idea how to raise a baby. I'm lucky Andromeda wanted to raise Teddy. Please be a good Mother for him. Thank you 'Mione.
Harry
P.S. He also needs a name. I thought I'd give you the honours...
"Hermione!" Lucius Malfoy caught the curly-haired witch before she hit the floor with her body, and placed her on his brown favourite chaise. Draco picked up the parchment Hermione dropped.
"Who would have thought Harry Potter was that type," Draco shook his head and handed the parchment to his father. Narcissa revived Hermione, and helped her sit up.
LoVe*lOvE*LoVe Before I Fell In Love. Before I Saw My Life Flash Before My Eyes lOvE*LoVe*lOvE
"Narcissa Malfoy has asked for you to be her family's secret keeper," Albus Dumbledore said to Hermione in a private conversation at 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione was stunned. The Malfoys wanted her as a secret keeper?!
"W-why me?" Hermione stuttered in surprise.
"Through reasons of their own," Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Will you accept?" Hermione thought about the request for a few moments.
"Yes." She agreed hesitantly.
"Wonderful! Now I would like to discuss the location of a safe house with you," Dumbledore said merrily.
"You're of age. You can use magic you know," Draco Malfoy informed Hermione, who was brewing tea...the muggle way.
"Yes, but this way is more relaxing, and it tastes better too," said Hermione. "Here...try some," she poured a cup for Draco. "Would you like a cup Mrs. Malfoy, Professor Dumbledore?"
"I would like a cup Miss Granger," said an irritated Lucius Malfoy. He was tired of being ignored by the witch.
"Lovely," remarked Narcissa Malfoy. "What kind of tea is this? I haven't had the pleasure of tasting anything like it."
"The main flavour comes from mint leaves. The other flavours...well that's my little secret," Hermione winked conspiratorially.
"Miss Granger's special blend. Always enjoy a cup of her tea," Professor Dumbledore smiled. "Well, I believe it is time. Everyone ready?" He held out a book and turned it into a portkey.
Everyone gathered around and seconds later the portkey landed everyone in a U-shaped driveway of a three-story colonial home with a very picturesque view of the surrounding mountains. The home was built with red bricks, six tall pillars held up the over-hang of the wide porch, and four smaller pillars, with a semi-circle of five more steps, as the base of these small pillars, lead up to the front door. The smaller pillars held up another landing (semi-circle) on the second floor. A total of twenty-five steps led up to the landing of the front porch of the home.
The main landing stretched the length of the front of the home, green silk curtains hung from the tall grand windows. The fourth story of the home was a circular room situated on the centre of the small grand house with elaborate railings surrounding the circular structure, suggesting a fourth landing, stretching out the length and width of the whole house.
"Your safe house," Professor Dumbledore motioned to the home, and led everyone onto the porch. "Miss Granger, I trust you will set everything in order? I have some important business to attend to. I leave you in Miss Granger's capable hands. Miss Granger, if you will be so kind to give the Malfoys a tour?" He asked before taking his leave.
"Yes sir," Hermione said absent-mindedly while skimming over the book in her hand.
"Is it safe to ask where we are?" Draco asked.
"Grahams, Idaho, USA," Hermione informed him, and handed Mister Malfoy a piece of parchment with their new address. "On the right," Hermione began her tour by leading the group through the front door and through the entrance hall, "is the woman's parlour room, or the drawing room," she informed them as she led them into a room decorated in cream, dark browns, and rich dark greens. "Right across from this room is the man's public study/parlour room," she led them into the room situated on the left side of the entrance hall.
All four walls of the room were covered in books, with book shelves above the doors. "All the books in this room are muggle Medical, Law (British and American), and Literature books (British and American). The personal study was the Sky room on the fourth floor, but that has been sealed off."
"Why has that been sealed off?" Draco asked.
"Personal reasons," Hermione said, then quickly continued. "The main floor consists of the woman's parlour, the man's public study/entertaining room, the kitchen located in the Northwest corner of the house, the family dinning room, a breakfast room, two public rest-rooms, and the conservatory/indoor garden." She led them into each room on the ground floor. The conservatory was a circular room in the back of the house with glass walls and windows. The floor was the dirt ground, covered in lush green grass with white rose bushes, lavender plants, white lilies, white gladiolas and white tulips. Everyone agreed this was their favourite room.
"The plants are green year-round," Hermione mentioned. The two public rest-rooms were small rooms for the men and women guests. The women's room contained a small dark brown cushioned bench in the women's rest-room, the walls decorated in cream, to match the woman's sitting room, a door off to the side of the room led to a smaller room with a toilet and sink to wash hands, but no bathtub or shower stall. "That is why these are public rest-rooms," Hermione explained.
The men's public rest-room was laid out the same, but contained a rich green armchair, and a small shelf that held seven books. Hermione led the small group back to the entrance hall and up the small grand stair case. "The second floor holds five bedrooms, a private family parlour, and a private study that has been left to you to decorate as you see fit, Mister Malfoy. The Master's bedroom is the largest, the Mistress's bedroom, is the second largest bedroom.
"The other three bedrooms are the same size. The third floor has five bedrooms also, and a large storage room, but the bedrooms are bit smaller. They are reserved for servants." Hermione led them to a room that contained a spiral staircase with gold and silver carved into the cherry wooden railings of the staircase.
"This leads up to the Sky room, which, as I said, is sealed off," Hermione pointed to tall double sliding doors, "but also leads to the roof landing." Draco tried to unseal the doors with every spell he knew, but they wouldn't budge. Hermione rolled her eyes and led them out onto the roof. Draco and Narcissa discreetly tried to look into the windows of the Sky Room, but were disappointed, as it appeared the glass panes were painted black, making it impossible to look into the room from the outside. The home was surrounded by trees and was rather larger then it looked like upon first glance.
"The home is located in the centre of fifty acres of land that contain nothing but trees and local wildlife," Hermione smiled to herself, looking almost proud of the home.
"Oh dear...it looks like rain," Narcissa commented, and started using rain repellent charms on a lounge chair.
"The lounge chairs are weather proof," Hermione informed her politely. "I have made sure to use every weathering charm on the chairs that I know." Hermione led them back inside to the family parlour, or as she called it, 'The Purple Room.' It was decorated in pearly whites, rich purples, with shades of dark grey.
"The whole home contains electricity, muggles use this form of energy in place of candles." She pointed to the chandelier above them, and pointed out a circular knob on the wall that dimmed and raised the lighting of the room, then proceeded to show them every lighting switch in the whole home. "Please excuse me," Hermione said after giving the family a tour of the whole home, and took her leave for the drawing room, never noticing a pair of steely grey eyes following her till she was out of sight. Narcissa followed her ex-husband's gaze.
"She's perfect for you Lucius," she whispered. "I think I will go for a walk outside with Draco. Explore a little," she said and winked. "Come Draco."
hEaRt*HeArT*hEaRt
Hermione always wished she was at least a little taller. It was always a pain when she couldn't reach for a book on a higher shelf.
"Need some help," a silky voice whispered in her ear. Its owners voice wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him while removing the book from its resting place.
"T-thank you Mr. Malfoy," said a blushing Hermione.
"You are very welcome Miss Granger," his lips brushed against her ear. Hermione turned, facing him.
"Pardon me," she said, trying for a firm tone, but failed miserably. She moved to the side, but he blocked her escape.
"Going somewhere?" He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the bookshelf.
"Mister Malfoy, need I remind you you are married?" Hermione whispered.
"Really?" Lucius played dumb. "I thought my divorce was finalized two weeks ago," he said while looking at a very naked left ring finger. "May I ask who this wife of mine is I am supposedly married to?" He whispered against her lips.
Hermione was speechless. He lightly kissed her, moving his lips against hers, deepening their kiss when she responded, nibbling on her lip, taking the chance to slide his tongue into her mouth to further their kiss. "Hmm..." she breathed into their kiss.
"Hermione," he breathed huskily, taking her lips once more with his. "Tell me to stop if you do not want this," he whispered while pressing his hips into her centre, making her moan and involuntarily ground back. He took out his wand and locked the drawing room door. His hand found its way under her blouse, "Tell me to stop," he whispered again and squeezed her breast, making her moan again.
She ran her fingers through his long blond hair and pulled him down for another kiss. He backed her against a chaise, "Very well," and he brought them down on the brown chaise, whispering a wandless spell to remove their clothes.
"I have never-"
"Shh, I will make this as easy for you as I can," he whispered while leaving soft kisses along her neck.
lOvE*LoVe*lOvE The End is Her Beginning LoVe*lOvE*LoVe
The war was over. Hermione just wanted to leave. She was tired of attending funerals, the crying, the mourning...the acquired paranoia. Hermione decided to take the first portkey to America to inform the Malfoys and Narcissa Black that the war was over...Harry Potter won...and to search for her dearly missed parents in Australia after that little side trip to America.
"Merlin Hermione! When were you going to let me know?" Harry asked.
"That's the point of a secret keeper Harry. It's a secret," Hermione smiled at that.
"But it's the Malfoys!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes, it's the Malfoys. It's Lucius Malfoy who sold out Voldemort. It's Lucius Malfoy whose information led to the capture of almost all the Death Eaters. It's Lucius Malfoy whose invaluable knowledge led us to the last three horcruxes, and thus the demise of Voldemort," Hermione explained.
"Well, when you put it that way..." Harry drifted off. Hermione remained quiet. "Are you sure you want to find your parents alone?" He asked.
"Yes Harry. You have my mobile number, you can call or video chat with me any time," Hermione said while shrinking some last minute items to go into her beaded bag. Truthfully, she wanted to spend some time alone. Being here reminded her of everyone she lost, the atmosphere was just too depressing.
"I love you Hermione. You are my only family, be careful. Call me as soon as you can before 7 our time...and please be careful with the Malfoys," he added. "If you don't call I will come looking!"
"I love you too Harry," Hermione said before her portkey pulled her away from her best friend.
"She's going to give them quite the scare," Harry muttered to himself.
Why do us girls always fall in love with a good villain? Are they really a villain if we fall in love with them? There is, after all, always two sides to every coin..Just a thought I had to share...
P.S. Please forgive me if this story has started out dry...hopefully it becomes more interesting..
P.S.S. I love technology, don't you? That's why I included advanced technology in my story for their time. (Well I'm not really trying to follow the original timeline for Harry Potter..) Or is it really advanced technology? The Military's technology is way more advanced than our Civilian technology market...