Yes I am le Jasmine and I am here bringing to you another one of the lovely fanfics on the love between Draco and Hermione. I don't own Harry Potter, but ya know the future changes things...
Anyways, here's prologue...
Mortified that he woke up late, a young boy, no maybe soon a man, reached bleary eyed for his clock. seeing a promising 8:00 a.m., he dismissed castigation for later times.
Rolling his body to the edge of the bed, he reached for his robe and stumbled slightly. Red-faced, he warned himself not to get angry. Afterall, he should be thankful. Many were much worse off.
Bright open terrace windows welcomed him to the morning. Slowly coming onto the cool damp marble, he squinted. Then shaking his hair to release sleep, he opened his eyes.
And the morning sun and nature held their breath. His clear eyes, glittered like the cool waters of the arctic.
He lifted his arms and put one behind his neck, arching his back in a primitive gesture that was so natural.
Everything felt perfect so far, it was going to be a beautiful day.
He couldn't know he was being watched.
Not much was interesting in watching this boy. That's what most people thought with their skimming glances.
He was a Malfoy and true to his heritage. His cornsilk blonde tresses were neatly trimmed and were hanging loosely. He had a strong eyebrow, and his nose was a perfect sillouete of his British ancestry, straight and pointed.
Then they were the thin and supple lips that were now shaped in his girl catching grin. And the strong jaw that was more often clenched against his father than anyone else. Yes, he was beautifully built...to a point.
His upper body was lean and held the strength of years of good use.
But further down lay is problem. His legs were neatly encased in the metal braces of his wheelchair...
She watched unknowingly gaping at him in his most private moment. She couldn't help but think,"Malfoy, smiling to greet the day...?"
She shook her head as best she could in her disguise and decided that she wanted a short break. He couldn't get into too much trouble in the morning.
But the afternoon was a different story.
a/n: This is only ze' beginning!
woo hoo! yea I know, I'm excited...
He turned around quickly...sometimes he thought he was crazy. It felt like someone was watching him just now. Slowly shaking his head, Draco looked down at the land below, it stretched on for miles, his inheritance, he thought.
Just sitting in the chair made him feel incapable of handling it all. He was haughty around the others, but in truth, he knew his limitations.
He would never be able to run, barely walk according to St. Mungos and several other "alternative" places of medicine his father had taken him to.
His eyes grew sad and he sharply turn in his chair and rolled back into the darkness of his room.
The clean look of his room exemplified the prestige of his family. A soft lightest of gray rug covered the floor under his bed and ran onto the edge of the walls.
There was an air of modern fetish in the room mixed with classic taste.
His king size bed sat in the middle and was made of ebony wood with sheets and pillows of black satin edged with silver silk. Of course the sheets were embroidered with the family crest.
And his huge fireplace was large enough to fit several people with ample head room.
All the dressers were of a deep dark stained wood from the Black forest, centuries old and embossed with a single family crest.
the smooth curves of all his possessions was highlighted with the high gloss and magical knobs. Enchanted by merlin, they were made of a stone that shone like the liquid sand in an opal.
and the magnificence of the room saddened him.
The comfort he was accustomed to had little sentiment to uplift him.
He wheeled over to the marble bathroom.
It was no exception to the rest of his room. It was made of black and white marble, and quite sizeable.
There was a huge inground bath made in 250 B.C. and a shower made more recently the knobs all ornately built to match the theme of his bath.
He took off his robe and gingerly began to remove his legs from their casings.
As he did so he couldn't help but feel as if he was being watched.It happened a lot lately. He turned expecting a wandpoint and breathed in relief when he found just a small bird.
It must have come in through the window...
Hermione almost died. She returned to find that he was moving out of the terrace with that same broken look he always had when thinking.
She was annoyed at herself for caring. He was only an assignment afterall...
She breathed a small bird sigh when he turned back to his legs. She twitted and turned to fly out the window when it all went black.
Draco was not one for pets, but somehow he wanted to at least pet the bird without causing hysteria. He put his hands around it and picked it up.
when he lifted his thumbs from it's face, his eyes went wide in surprise when it turned and glared at him...those eyes reminded him of something.
He laughed out loud. The sound echoed off the tiled walls...he hadn't laughed out loud in a long time. Hearing it was welcome.
Draco liked the little bird, it was so soft and a bright brown that brought the only color besides his own bright eyes to the black and white room.
He had to admit sometimes he felt as if the lack of color drained him. It was nice to hold the warm bird in his cold hands.
Hermione could have sqawked when she felt his hands close around her, he had scared the sound out of her.
Gasping for breath, she turned and glared at him. How dare he grab me like that!
Then she noticed how lovingly he looked at her, but his hands were way too cold.
She made a pathetic bird noise and he snapped from his reverie and let her go.
He watched her sadly as she hopped then flew to the door and out into the sky.
He looked so alone in that big room...
so how was it? Please Read and review!
Anyways, here's prologue...
Mortified that he woke up late, a young boy, no maybe soon a man, reached bleary eyed for his clock. seeing a promising 8:00 a.m., he dismissed castigation for later times.
Rolling his body to the edge of the bed, he reached for his robe and stumbled slightly. Red-faced, he warned himself not to get angry. Afterall, he should be thankful. Many were much worse off.
Bright open terrace windows welcomed him to the morning. Slowly coming onto the cool damp marble, he squinted. Then shaking his hair to release sleep, he opened his eyes.
And the morning sun and nature held their breath. His clear eyes, glittered like the cool waters of the arctic.
He lifted his arms and put one behind his neck, arching his back in a primitive gesture that was so natural.
Everything felt perfect so far, it was going to be a beautiful day.
He couldn't know he was being watched.
Not much was interesting in watching this boy. That's what most people thought with their skimming glances.
He was a Malfoy and true to his heritage. His cornsilk blonde tresses were neatly trimmed and were hanging loosely. He had a strong eyebrow, and his nose was a perfect sillouete of his British ancestry, straight and pointed.
Then they were the thin and supple lips that were now shaped in his girl catching grin. And the strong jaw that was more often clenched against his father than anyone else. Yes, he was beautifully built...to a point.
His upper body was lean and held the strength of years of good use.
But further down lay is problem. His legs were neatly encased in the metal braces of his wheelchair...
She watched unknowingly gaping at him in his most private moment. She couldn't help but think,"Malfoy, smiling to greet the day...?"
She shook her head as best she could in her disguise and decided that she wanted a short break. He couldn't get into too much trouble in the morning.
But the afternoon was a different story.
a/n: This is only ze' beginning!
woo hoo! yea I know, I'm excited...
He turned around quickly...sometimes he thought he was crazy. It felt like someone was watching him just now. Slowly shaking his head, Draco looked down at the land below, it stretched on for miles, his inheritance, he thought.
Just sitting in the chair made him feel incapable of handling it all. He was haughty around the others, but in truth, he knew his limitations.
He would never be able to run, barely walk according to St. Mungos and several other "alternative" places of medicine his father had taken him to.
His eyes grew sad and he sharply turn in his chair and rolled back into the darkness of his room.
The clean look of his room exemplified the prestige of his family. A soft lightest of gray rug covered the floor under his bed and ran onto the edge of the walls.
There was an air of modern fetish in the room mixed with classic taste.
His king size bed sat in the middle and was made of ebony wood with sheets and pillows of black satin edged with silver silk. Of course the sheets were embroidered with the family crest.
And his huge fireplace was large enough to fit several people with ample head room.
All the dressers were of a deep dark stained wood from the Black forest, centuries old and embossed with a single family crest.
the smooth curves of all his possessions was highlighted with the high gloss and magical knobs. Enchanted by merlin, they were made of a stone that shone like the liquid sand in an opal.
and the magnificence of the room saddened him.
The comfort he was accustomed to had little sentiment to uplift him.
He wheeled over to the marble bathroom.
It was no exception to the rest of his room. It was made of black and white marble, and quite sizeable.
There was a huge inground bath made in 250 B.C. and a shower made more recently the knobs all ornately built to match the theme of his bath.
He took off his robe and gingerly began to remove his legs from their casings.
As he did so he couldn't help but feel as if he was being watched.It happened a lot lately. He turned expecting a wandpoint and breathed in relief when he found just a small bird.
It must have come in through the window...
Hermione almost died. She returned to find that he was moving out of the terrace with that same broken look he always had when thinking.
She was annoyed at herself for caring. He was only an assignment afterall...
She breathed a small bird sigh when he turned back to his legs. She twitted and turned to fly out the window when it all went black.
Draco was not one for pets, but somehow he wanted to at least pet the bird without causing hysteria. He put his hands around it and picked it up.
when he lifted his thumbs from it's face, his eyes went wide in surprise when it turned and glared at him...those eyes reminded him of something.
He laughed out loud. The sound echoed off the tiled walls...he hadn't laughed out loud in a long time. Hearing it was welcome.
Draco liked the little bird, it was so soft and a bright brown that brought the only color besides his own bright eyes to the black and white room.
He had to admit sometimes he felt as if the lack of color drained him. It was nice to hold the warm bird in his cold hands.
Hermione could have sqawked when she felt his hands close around her, he had scared the sound out of her.
Gasping for breath, she turned and glared at him. How dare he grab me like that!
Then she noticed how lovingly he looked at her, but his hands were way too cold.
She made a pathetic bird noise and he snapped from his reverie and let her go.
He watched her sadly as she hopped then flew to the door and out into the sky.
He looked so alone in that big room...
so how was it? Please Read and review!