Disclaimer – I, of course, own none of the Harry Potter characters, settings, or anything else. I am just extremely bored.
A Simple Love with a Complex Touch:
Chapter One: Letters
"Hermione Granger, get down her right now!" screamed Mr. Granger from the bottom of the stairs.
" Fine! I'm up are you bloody happy?" Hermione yelled back down to her father.
Hermione threw off her covers and slumped out of bed. She noticed a note on her desk, but decided to save it for later. She went into her bathroom and picked up her hairbrush. Looking into the mirror she grew angry.
" Why do I even bother?" she asked herself slamming her hair brush back down, … her hair was in far more need of just a hair brush.
Sighing, she went downstairs and into the kitchen where she found her dad reading a newspaper and her mom cooking. Sitting down she glanced up at the clock.
" Why do I have to be up at 11:00 A.M.? She asked irritated.
"Because, you have been sleeping to late and watch your language. Do not think I didn't hear you say bloody to me earlier," her father said to her in an annoying voice.
"Your father is right, Hermione, and we expect you to be in bed by 11:00 tonight," her mother added.
"It's summer break!" Hermione half yelled growing very annoyed at her parents.
"Do not argue or it will be earlier then 9:00 every morning dear," Her father threatened.
Hermione got up and ran to her room slamming the door behind her and locking it. She stalked into her bathroom deciding to take a shower. Three hours later she merged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head, went downstairs and read. After five hours of just sitting there reading she grew bored and went outside. There she sat alone on her porch waiting for something to happen. Anything to happen she wanted some adventure and mystery in her life. Her parents were inside watching TV, while she sat there working on some extra work she had asked for before school ended.
Later, she went into her room falling back onto her bed. It was 9:30. Yes, this was the life of Hermione Granger, until she noticed the letter on her desk. She opened it slowly and unfolded the parchment. It was a very strange note indeed.
Dear Hermione Granger,
As you probably know my father has been locked away in Azkaban and my mother was found dead. If you didn't know I'm telling you know, my father killed my mother and didn't even attempt to defend himself in court. I know that this may sound way out of character and fake but I'm totally serious. I offer you my sincerest apologies for the things I have done and said to you. Truth being I've always wanted to talk to you, I don't really care if you are a muggle born or not. It was my father, he wants me to be a Death Eater, and, therefore I was forced to be someone I'm not. Now, that he is gone, I am free to be my own person. Truly sorry,
Please write back, just to, at least, let me know this got to the right person.
Draco Malfoy
Folding the parchment back up and placing it neatly in her drawer she got out a bare piece of parchment and her ink and quill. She didn't know exactly how to respond to him, but she tried.
Dear Draco Malfoy,
I am extremely sorry to hear about your mother's death. It was not brought to my attention before now. I am glad to hear that her murderer was caught and is where he deserves to be, but I am sorry to hear that it was your father and that you have lost both of your parents. I have taken to heart your apology and fully accept it. A part of me always knew you were acting. If you don't mind me asking, whom are you staying with? My parents are telling me to get to bed so please write back and keep me updated on how you are doing.
Your friend,
Hermione Granger
Just as she was done tying her note to Draco to her owl another owl came to her window. Opening it her owl flew out and the other owl flew in landing on her desk knocking over her inkbottle. Dropping the letter straight into the ink it flew off leaving the mess behind for Hermione.
She jumped to save her letter from the black ink and opened it slowly being careful not to rip it.
Dear Miss Granger,
All of the staff members have read your letter. We have had a conference about your offer and suggestion and agree that it would be marvelous to have a class teaching some of the things muggle kids learn at school. The suggestions you made, such as, society views, a very basic health class, drugs, morals, alcohol, etc … we all agree would be a great class. A letter has been sent home to every student in forth year and above asking for permission to attend this class if enough people can go to it we will be more then delighted to clean an old classroom for you and get you any supplies you need. Please be aware that you will be responsible for having a lesson for each class and that this will be a part of yours and your classes' grades. When school starts again I will let you know the outcome of how many people would like to take the class and inform you of when it will begin.
Best wishes,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Full of excitement Hermione ran down the stairs to her living room as fast as she could.
"Mom! Dad!" Hermione said excitedly.
They didn't even look at her, so she went up to her mom and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mom, you're never going to believe what happened," she stated in a normal, but cheery tone.
"Could you keep it down Hermione we are trying to watch TV here," her father growled.
"But it's a commercial?" Hermione said looking confused and betrayed.
"Oh, fine, what is it you want?" He asked her hatefully.
"I, umm, got a letter from Dumbledore. He said it was a wonderful idea to start a class teaching some of the basic things muggle kids learn in school. Like, you know, society views, and basic health and stuff like that!" Hermione squealed.
A pause.
"He also said I ca- "
Hermione was cut off by laughter. She then noticed the show they were watching had come back on and apparently something funny had happened. Hermione's eyes began to swell as tears cascaded down her cheeks, realizing they hadn't even been listening to her wonderful news. She ran up her stairs and slammed the door very hard locking it.
Throwing herself on her bed she slowly cried herself to sleep.
A/N – If anyone noticed the name of this story "A Simple Love with a Complex Touch" is a line from one of my favourite songs, which I can't think of the name of the song at the moment but it's by Maroon 5.
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