TITLE: Letters
AUTHOR: Warrior_of_starlight
E-MAIL: warrior_of_starlight@yahoo.ca
FEEDBACK: I'll sic Snuffles on ya!
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, and you shall recieve
CONTENT: D/H, R/H
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognise belongs to the almighty
JK Rowling.
This was a plot idea that just wouldn't go away, so here you
are, a Draco/Hermione fic. Not all fluffy bunnies, but not
angst. Not really anyway.
~
Letters
~
Helen was bored. Very bored.
It was her 2nd year at Hogwarts, and there was nothing to do.
As she looked around the room, something caught her eye.
A stone in the floor was loose.
She pried it up, and saw a pack of letters. Looking around to
make sure no one was around, she lifted it up and put the rock
back down.
It was a simple wooden box, and when she opened it, there were
folded up letters, yellowed with age and tied with a green ribbon.
She sat on her bed, pulled the curtains around, and carefully
untied the ribbon. She was always very curious, and noticed
everything.
"My Dearest Hermione..." She read softly at the beginning of
the first letter in shock. These were love letters to her
mother! Were they from Dad? She read on eagerly.
I can't get yesterday out of my mind. I know that this can't
ever work, but it's still true. You were the first person ever
to really see me as a person, not just a rich spoiled brat, or
just maybe treat me like it.
When we kissed, I can't describe the feelings that rushed
through me. I mean, imagine me, Draco Malfoy,
If she was in shock before, she was doubly now. Draco *Malfoy*,
the Death Eater who had turned against Voldemort and killed
him had written a love letter to her mother?
being at a loss for words.
Please, just meet me same place, same time, tonight, if
only to hear me through.
~Draco
She knew right then and there that she had to try and see if
her mother had written any letters to him. She rummaged through
the pile, and picked out another one.
March 3, 2004
To my Hermione:
I can't wait to see you again, so I'm writing. I wanted to
let you know that the last 3 months have been the happiest
of my life, and that I can't ever imagine life without you.
You're my world, my soul, and my whole existence. Without
you, I'd just be a hollow shell, going through the motions
of living...
And that's what scares me. If I wasn't in your life, you
would still be happy, still be able to LIVE. I don't expect
that of you, and just hope that I can make you as happy
as you make me.
I'll see you tonight...
Love
Draco
The rest of the letters were as sweet, if not more. Eventually,
she came to the breaking point.
Hermione: June 12, 2006
I knew this day would come, that you would marry Weasley.
Why so soon? Why didn't you tell me? I thought we could
trust eachother, tell eachother anything! It seems I thought
wrong.
Don't you think I would rather hear it from you than hear
Goyle and Crabbe sniggering about it? Don't you love me?
Did you ever?
I still love you...
Draco
That was the last letter. Helen sighed, and put it down.
She HAD to see her mother's side on this... but how would
she get into the Slytherin boys dormitory? She hid the
box quickly as Allana Potter, her best friend, walked in.
"Hey Hel, what're you doing?" She asked, sitting on the
other's bed.
"Just thinking." Helen sighed. "Allana?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever think of your parents loving anyone else?"
She asked.
"As far as I knew, Mom was in love with Dad ever since
she was small, and as for Dad, never seriously." Allana
said. "Why?"
"Oh nothing. I was just wondering." Helen sighed, and
prepared for bed, Allana following suit.
"'Night Al."
"'Night Hel."
~
Helen felt bad, taking her best friend's invisibility
cloak, but it was the only way.
She lurked around the Slytherin common room enterance
until she could get in with someone else.
Ignoring the chatter in the dungeon, she made her way
up into the boy's dormitory.
As she thought, there was a loose stone in the wall.
When she took it out, there was a small box. She
quickly put it under the cloak, replaced the stone,
and stole out.
The Slytherin chatter wasn't very interesting. It
mainly consisted of bragging about who you had tormented
that day, and how only pure-bloods should be let in.
Finally, someone left, and Helen was able to slip out.
~
That night, when everyone was asleep, Helen brought
out the second box and began to read.
Draco:
I can't stop thinking about it either. Astronomy tower,
at midnight.
~Hermione
It was simple, but the rest of them weren't. Her
mother's heart and soul was poured out onto paper,
for her supposed worst enemy to see. Finally, she
saw the letter she was looking for.
Draco: March 5,2006
I didn't know how to tell you. I love you, but you
and I know this won't- can't work. You're a Slytherin,
I'm a Gryffindor. You may say that it's only houses,
but it goes deeper than that.
You're going to be a Death eater Draco, and I'm going
to be against Voldemort. It's destiny.
I love you forever and a day more
~Hermione
Helen sighed, before shutting off her lamp and going to
sleep.
~
"Mom?" Helen asked during Christmas break.
"Yes Helen?" She asked, coming into the room.
"Did you love Draco Malfoy?" Hermione almost cholked on
the glass of water in her hand.
"Pardon?" She coughed.
"I found your letters, and I know I shouldn't have read
them but..."
"But you're just so incorrigably curious that you had to."
Hermione smiled, as only a mother can.
"Do you love Dad then?" Helen asked.
"Yes I do, it is possible to love more than one person at
a time. Draco and I had... passion, your father and I, it's
more like a warm glow. You'll understand when you're older
dear."
"Everyone says that true love is only for one person, and
one person alone." Helen said.
"Those people don't know what they're talking about. I can
love you, and your father at the same time, and Draco will
always have a place, no matter what." She stroked her
daughter's hair.
"So that means I can date that cute Slytherin 3rd year? Oh
fine fine..." She added at her mother's stern look.
~
Yaagh, there it is. My strange D/H fic. Ah well, it has
Draco, even though I kill him. *sobs*
Ja!
AUTHOR: Warrior_of_starlight
E-MAIL: warrior_of_starlight@yahoo.ca
FEEDBACK: I'll sic Snuffles on ya!
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, and you shall recieve
CONTENT: D/H, R/H
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognise belongs to the almighty
JK Rowling.
This was a plot idea that just wouldn't go away, so here you
are, a Draco/Hermione fic. Not all fluffy bunnies, but not
angst. Not really anyway.
~
Letters
~
Helen was bored. Very bored.
It was her 2nd year at Hogwarts, and there was nothing to do.
As she looked around the room, something caught her eye.
A stone in the floor was loose.
She pried it up, and saw a pack of letters. Looking around to
make sure no one was around, she lifted it up and put the rock
back down.
It was a simple wooden box, and when she opened it, there were
folded up letters, yellowed with age and tied with a green ribbon.
She sat on her bed, pulled the curtains around, and carefully
untied the ribbon. She was always very curious, and noticed
everything.
"My Dearest Hermione..." She read softly at the beginning of
the first letter in shock. These were love letters to her
mother! Were they from Dad? She read on eagerly.
I can't get yesterday out of my mind. I know that this can't
ever work, but it's still true. You were the first person ever
to really see me as a person, not just a rich spoiled brat, or
just maybe treat me like it.
When we kissed, I can't describe the feelings that rushed
through me. I mean, imagine me, Draco Malfoy,
If she was in shock before, she was doubly now. Draco *Malfoy*,
the Death Eater who had turned against Voldemort and killed
him had written a love letter to her mother?
being at a loss for words.
Please, just meet me same place, same time, tonight, if
only to hear me through.
~Draco
She knew right then and there that she had to try and see if
her mother had written any letters to him. She rummaged through
the pile, and picked out another one.
March 3, 2004
To my Hermione:
I can't wait to see you again, so I'm writing. I wanted to
let you know that the last 3 months have been the happiest
of my life, and that I can't ever imagine life without you.
You're my world, my soul, and my whole existence. Without
you, I'd just be a hollow shell, going through the motions
of living...
And that's what scares me. If I wasn't in your life, you
would still be happy, still be able to LIVE. I don't expect
that of you, and just hope that I can make you as happy
as you make me.
I'll see you tonight...
Love
Draco
The rest of the letters were as sweet, if not more. Eventually,
she came to the breaking point.
Hermione: June 12, 2006
I knew this day would come, that you would marry Weasley.
Why so soon? Why didn't you tell me? I thought we could
trust eachother, tell eachother anything! It seems I thought
wrong.
Don't you think I would rather hear it from you than hear
Goyle and Crabbe sniggering about it? Don't you love me?
Did you ever?
I still love you...
Draco
That was the last letter. Helen sighed, and put it down.
She HAD to see her mother's side on this... but how would
she get into the Slytherin boys dormitory? She hid the
box quickly as Allana Potter, her best friend, walked in.
"Hey Hel, what're you doing?" She asked, sitting on the
other's bed.
"Just thinking." Helen sighed. "Allana?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you ever think of your parents loving anyone else?"
She asked.
"As far as I knew, Mom was in love with Dad ever since
she was small, and as for Dad, never seriously." Allana
said. "Why?"
"Oh nothing. I was just wondering." Helen sighed, and
prepared for bed, Allana following suit.
"'Night Al."
"'Night Hel."
~
Helen felt bad, taking her best friend's invisibility
cloak, but it was the only way.
She lurked around the Slytherin common room enterance
until she could get in with someone else.
Ignoring the chatter in the dungeon, she made her way
up into the boy's dormitory.
As she thought, there was a loose stone in the wall.
When she took it out, there was a small box. She
quickly put it under the cloak, replaced the stone,
and stole out.
The Slytherin chatter wasn't very interesting. It
mainly consisted of bragging about who you had tormented
that day, and how only pure-bloods should be let in.
Finally, someone left, and Helen was able to slip out.
~
That night, when everyone was asleep, Helen brought
out the second box and began to read.
Draco:
I can't stop thinking about it either. Astronomy tower,
at midnight.
~Hermione
It was simple, but the rest of them weren't. Her
mother's heart and soul was poured out onto paper,
for her supposed worst enemy to see. Finally, she
saw the letter she was looking for.
Draco: March 5,2006
I didn't know how to tell you. I love you, but you
and I know this won't- can't work. You're a Slytherin,
I'm a Gryffindor. You may say that it's only houses,
but it goes deeper than that.
You're going to be a Death eater Draco, and I'm going
to be against Voldemort. It's destiny.
I love you forever and a day more
~Hermione
Helen sighed, before shutting off her lamp and going to
sleep.
~
"Mom?" Helen asked during Christmas break.
"Yes Helen?" She asked, coming into the room.
"Did you love Draco Malfoy?" Hermione almost cholked on
the glass of water in her hand.
"Pardon?" She coughed.
"I found your letters, and I know I shouldn't have read
them but..."
"But you're just so incorrigably curious that you had to."
Hermione smiled, as only a mother can.
"Do you love Dad then?" Helen asked.
"Yes I do, it is possible to love more than one person at
a time. Draco and I had... passion, your father and I, it's
more like a warm glow. You'll understand when you're older
dear."
"Everyone says that true love is only for one person, and
one person alone." Helen said.
"Those people don't know what they're talking about. I can
love you, and your father at the same time, and Draco will
always have a place, no matter what." She stroked her
daughter's hair.
"So that means I can date that cute Slytherin 3rd year? Oh
fine fine..." She added at her mother's stern look.
~
Yaagh, there it is. My strange D/H fic. Ah well, it has
Draco, even though I kill him. *sobs*
Ja!