Well, hello! So I've started a new story. I am trying to get I was only seventeen a little more not so repetitive and dead-endish? But this one I think I have kinda going in head like a movie and I know what should happen, and everything!(: so I hope you like it!
disclaimer: I own nothing except the the story idea and stuff, yeahh etc. etc.
The fog settled low on the dead, brown grass that cold November morning. There was no life anywhere. The trees had no leaves, the grass had no hint of green, every step you took there was soft "crunch" underneath your feet. All of the birds had flown away from their nests, and the worms stayed way under the hard surface.
Hermione Granger pulled her double breasted coat in closer to her trying to stay warm. She stood looking down on a cold, gray, headstone reading the words over and over again in her head. "Ronald Bilius Weasley. Amazing husband, father, best friend, son, and brother. You may be gone from our world but you will never leave our hearts. You are missed and you will be loved forever."
Hermione held in her tears. She got very good at it. She had those words going through her mind over and over like a song that would never get out of her head.
After a while she finally decided to leave when she saw a small burial service going on. She could only see the silhouettes of a grieving woman and a tall standing man. "I know what you are going through." She whispered to herself. Then the man looked over at her. "Did he hear me?" she thought. He looked at her for a minute and then looked down at the grave again. His stare made Hermione uncomfortable.
Hermione was walking back folding her arms when she heard a crunch on the ground coming from some other feet than her own. She stopped and turned around quickly with her wand whipped out. She could barely see past her nose with the fog rising, but she could feel someone around her.
"I knew it was you Granger." A soft, but menacing voice said out of the fog that had lifted into the air and swalloed everything surrounding the grave yard.
"Who are you?" Hermione said squinting her eyes and tilting her head in a attempt to look through the fog.
"Come on Granger,"
After a puse she finally realized who it was. "Malfoy?"
"Bingo." Draco said and took a few steps toward her.
"What are you doing here?" She said taken aback
"Burying a distant relative." He said bored
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be it was no one special."
There was a long pause. Draco and Hermione stood there uncomfortably until Hermione gave a weak smile and turned to leave.
"What were you doing here?" Draco said takeing a step toward her.
"Visiting." She tried to leave again
"Who?"
Hermione turned around to face him. "None of your business Malofy and I really don't understand why I am standing her wasting my time with someone I haven't wanted contact with since we left school eight years ago." she replied flippantly.
"No need to get snotty Granger. I was just trying to be polite." Hermione huffed and turned around hoping it was the last time. "Just so you know I'm not the same guy I was when I we were in school!" He shouted to her as she walked away briskly. There was a pop and Draco was left alone.
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"You will never guess who I saw today." Hermione told Ginny as she set down a plate of cookies and two mugs of tea.
Ginny and Hermione had become best friends and even closer since Ron had died. Ginny had a very demanding job playing Quidditch professionally they hadn't seen each other since the spring. Ginny and Harry got married two years after they left school.
"Who?" Ginny said with her mouth stuffed with a cookie.
"Two words. Draco. Malfoy."
Ginny choked on her cookie as she spoke. "Malfoy?!" Hermione patted her on the back trying to get her to stop spraying half chewed cookie chunks all over the kitchen table.
"Yes Malfoy. It was so strange. He said he was burying a relative."
"You were at the cemetery?"
"Yes. I hadn't been in a while and his flowers were dead so I thought I bring some new ones. I jus-"
"Wanted to torture yourself some more?" Ginny said finishing her sentence.
"No. I just I don't know. I wanted to visit is all."
"It's been two years Hermione. You are in a slump!"
"It's been two years but we were in love for seven years. That is from seventh year. I can't just let go that easy. I don't want to forget about him and I certainly don't want Rose to forget about him either." Hermione walked over to the window and lifted the thin white curtain to get a better look at her daughter playing with their large, brown spotted dog in the yard.
"I know, but you can't let her see you sad all the time." Ginny said putting a hand on her friends shoulder.
"I'm not always sad I'm just not always happy. I need some more time. And besides even if I wanted to get back out there I wouldn't know where to start! And my job is pretty demanding I'm having a hard enough trying to be with Rose as much as I can." Hermione turned around to face Ginny.
Hermione had become head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement . She is the first and youngest woman to hold the position in the department. She is also became part of the Wizengamot. She eradicated the old laws biased in favor of pure-bloods. She was very successful everything was looking bright with her husband, and growing family until Ron died.
"Well, how about Draco Malfoy?!" Ginny laughed.
"Anyone but him!" They both laughed.
"Well, just give it a thought I mean you may need more time but at least you try." Ginny said grabbing her bag and stepped into the fire place.
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Draco walked into his dark house and flopped onto a near-by leather chair.
He flicked his wand and a fire was lit.
"Why so glum?" A slick voice said from the shadows. Draco jumped out of his chair. A slim, curved figure stepped into the light.
"Pansy! What the fuck?! Why are you here?" Draco said defensively
"I wanted to check on you is all. After today I thought you would need a friend. Or two. Blaise is on his way."
"I don't need comforting. I'm perfectly fine. See." Draco stood up. He winced trying to make it look like a smile and pointed to his mouth. He looked like he was in pain, or getting a very uncomfortable check up at the doctor's office.
"Oh yeah you look like one big bowl of freaking sunshine." Pansy replied flippantly.
She walked around flicking the lights on with her wand.
Pansy and Draco had become best friends after she had gotten over the most pathetic crush she had on Draco in school. After Pansy's parents died the Malfoy's became her family. Death somehow brought people closer together.
She had a black bob, and wore her favorite turquoise heels with a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Draco sometimes wishes he hadn't blown his chance with her, but realizes that she is his best friend and she is his other best friend's girlfriend.
"Look Pans, I am really beat. And You don't have to come check on me all the time. I can take care of myself."
"But your-" Draco put up his hand stopping her from finishing that sentence.
"Look I don't need comforting I just need to get caught up on my work. My mother grieving and coming to me has gotten me behind."
"Please. You didn't miss anything. Nothing exciting has happened. The goblins aren't very happy nothing has been found. But the ministry is pleased nothing is going wrong." Pansy said waving her hand in the air carelessly.
"That is not what I was told. The goblins were being very generous with the few days they gave me and the ministry was not only happy about my family's loss they need me back. You're not a good actress Pans."
"I try at least. Besides the Ministry gave you a few extra days. You can't just listen to Gringotts you know." Pansy said in a bossy voice with her hands firmly on her hips.
Draco and Pansy work together as curse breakers. They worked for Gringotts and the ministry trying to keep people safe and giving gold to Gringotts. It is one of the most dangerous jobs and a lot of witches and wizards are killed while on the job.
Draco sighed not giving her words a second thought. "Well, tell me about this Blishwick Mansion. One of them at least. And we belong mostly to Gringotts."
"It is high security. There were er are tons of curses protecting the inside instead of the out. There is something in there that isn't supposed to be found. The rest of have tried to break them but all we get are bursts of lightning. WE almost lost half the team." Pansy said exhausted and threw herself onto a long sofa.
"I'll be back tomorrow and hopefully the curses and things will be broken." Draco said dully
"Yes, I don't know how we could manage without you!" She said putting the back of her hand delicately on her forehead.
"Stop being such a smart ass."
Just as the words came out of his mouth out came Blaise from the fireplace.
Blaise was an auror for the ministry and was one of the best on the force. He wore a long black coat, with a plain white shirt and black slacks. His dark skin in the dim light of the fire made his features look hard.
"Good evening all." Blaise said politly bowing his head.
"Blaise!" Pansy shrieked as she jumped up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
"Hi Blaise."
"How's your mother Draco?"
"Better now that the funeral is over with." Draco said getting up to fix himself a drink.
"That's good."
"Yeah. Want one?" Draco said pointing to down at the bar in the corner.
"No. I can't stay long I have some business at the ministry I have to take care of-"
Pansy gave a whimper and clasped her hands tightly togehter.
Blaise rolled his eyes and sighed. "And me and Pans are going out to dinner."
Pansy gave a sigh of relief, unclasped her hands and smiled big.
The fire cracked and let out some sparks as the three sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments until Blaise said goodbye and with a pop was gone. A few more moments later Pansy left saying she still needed to get ready. Draco was left alone.
He flicked his wand and the lights died out except for the fire. It glowed against his pale skin and gave the furniture large shadows.
Draco was left with his thoughts. They were mostly about work and in the back of his wandering mind the picture of Hermione Granger in the cemetary became clearer. He wondered for a few seconds why she had been there.