Another story for y'all who are waiting for me to update my other story…don't worry…I'll get it done…sometime…
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Anything associated with Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I am just eternally grateful to her for creating them!
Claimer: I own Amanda!
Harry and Hermione were standing in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was their very last day at Hogwarts. Hermione's face was already flushed pink while Harry's face was turning red in anger.
"You can't marry him!" Harry sputtered.
"And who are you to tell me who to marry?" Hermione shot back.
Harry ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm your best friend! I know what's good for you and what's not!"
Hermione stomped her foot. "Just cause you're my best friend doesn't' mean you can tell me what to do!"
Harry sighed. "Hermione, just trust me, Malfoy doesn't love you. He's not right for you."
"His name is Draco! And how would you know that!" Hermione shouted back.
"Whatever! There's going to be no love in your marriage!"
"What do YOU know about love?"
At this time, Harry thought, "I know that I love you."
All Harry said aloud though was, "Just trust me!"
"NO!"
Harry was taken aback.
"You can't tell me what to do! I'm marrying Draco and there's not a thing you can do about it!" Hermione stormed towards the door then suddenly stopped and whirled around.
"I never want to see you again," she hissed. "And for goodness sake, comb your hair, you always looked ridiculous!"
Harry was so stunned he looked like he had been drenched with a bucket of cold water. After Hermione left, he fell to the floor and broke down in sobs as he realize she had just left for what he thought was forever.
8 years later…
Hermione Malfoy (A/N: Ewww…that totally doesn't flow!) was rudely awakened by Draco's shouting.
"Woman!" He bellowed from the kitchen. "It's already eight o'clock! Get up you lazy swine and make some breakfast for me!"
Hermione groaned and pulled the sheets over her head.
"Woman!" Draco shouted, "Don't make me come up there!"
Hermione quickly threw the sheets off her and scrambled out of her squeaking bed. She scurried across the dusty floor and pulled open the door to her rickety closet. If Draco came up, that would mean only one thing for her: a beating and a scolding. Hermione pulled out a red and tattered dress. After dressing and quickly brushing her hair, she made her way down from the attic. The attic was her room and contained nothing but a bed, a desk, and a closet. There were no windows.
As she started down the hallway, she began to think. "What happened to my life?" She continued down the hall, which was decorated with paintings of the Malfoy family all sneering at her. The walls and ceiling were adorned with bright and shining chandeliers. Basically, everything was beautiful, except the attic, where she slept.
After her 6th year, Draco, for some unknown reason, started being nicer to her. He had asked her out and she said yes. After all, he had promised her the world and gave her hugs and kisses. She felt loved. Draco was the first person to make her almost forget about Harry. Almost. Harry had been nothing but a schoolgirl crush. At least, that's what Hermione had thought back then. Yet now, as Hermione Malfoy 8 years later, she found herself thinking about Harry Potter practically 24/7. Her brain and heart would scream at her for making such a stupid mistake in her 7th year. Any further thoughts she had about Harry were quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she entered the white and sparkling kitchen. Draco sat at the wooden round table, glaring at her.
"About time," he snarled. "Now," he mentioned to the stove, "make me scrambled eggs and pour me a glass of orange juice. NOW!" he roared.
As Hermione went to the stove, Draco stood up.
"No, no! Get the orange juice first!" he yelled, and then sat back down, glaring at Hermione with eyes full of hate, that used to be full of love.
Hermione's trembling hand took the orange juice from their refrigerator and poured a glass. Still shaking, she set the glass in front of her husband, accidentally spilling some. Draco growled, "Wipe it up…" Hermione obeyed her husband's command by wiping it with her already stained sleeve.
"Now, hurry up and make breakfast," Draco sipped daintily from his glass and leaned back in his chair. "No, not the Muggle way, you've already wasted enough of my time this morning by being too slow. Here's your wand."
Draco pulled a wand from his pocket and gave it to Hermione.
"Quickly now."
Hermione waved her wand and a plate of scrambled eggs appeared on the table. She handed her wand back to Draco. She was about to sit down across the table from him when he snarled.
"Don't…sit…down…"
"Why not?" retorted Hermione, "I'm tired." She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening as she realized her mistake.
With a roar of anger, Draco stood up so quickly the chair fell back on the floor.
"What did you say?" his voice dangerous and low.
Hermione shrunk back in fear and braced herself to be punished. Draco walked around the table, his fists clenched, and face red. Hermione hugged her knees to herself and curled into a ball. "Remember, he's only doing this because he wants to discipline you because you've been bad."
Hermione shut her eyes tightly and lowered her head onto her knees, waiting for the slap. It never came. She opened her eyes and lifted her head up.
Smack!
Draco's hand made direct contact with her cheek. Seething, he went back to his chair. Hermione reached up and gingerly touched her cheek. It was swelling and turning red.
"Don't you dare talk back to me again…" Draco growled.
Hermione sat there, hand on cheek, watching her husband finish his breakfast. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then pulled out his own wand.
"Scourgify!" The plate became sparkling clean.
"Lucky for you I did the washing," Draco said coolly. "I'm going out, stay in your room. Go on!"
Hermione started back up to the attic. After Draco was sure she had gone into her room, he locked the door, confident she wouldn't be able to get out. He then left for a wizarding pub, ready to get drunk and stay there for the whole day.
Hermione wept bitterly while sitting her bed. "What happened?" she cried out.
She wanted to get out of the house. Hermione started running back and forth in the room screaming. She couldn't stand it anymore. After 8 long years, she finally broke down. On her third round running, Hermione's foot stepped on a floorboard and created a little hole. She fell flat on her face. After laying on the ground for awhile and calming down, she clambered to her feet and rubbed her now bruised cheek. She turned around and her eyes fell to the small gap and gasped. In front of her eyes, in the hole, laid a wand! (A/N: Yes, I know, WHAT KIND OF PERSON KEEPS THEIR WAND IN THE FLOOR? Just bear with me…I know it's weird…there'll be something else weird later on too….) She could hardly believe it. This was her chance to escape her horrible, miserable life. Draco must've forgotten he put it there. She picked it up, still a bit unbelieving, but seized her chance. Hermione waved the wand at the door.
"Alohamora!"
The door unlocked itself. Hermione wrenched it open and ran down the hallway, her feet pattering. She practically jumped down the stairs five at a time. Finally reaching the front door, she pulled it open. The sunlight hit her hard and she blinked a couple times, adjusting to the bright light, something she had not seen in years. Dropping the wand, she ran to the sidewalk and threw out her right hand.
BAM!
The Knight Bus appeared immediately, and Stan Shunpike threw open the door.
"I'm Stan Shunpike and I'll…Why it's Hermione Granger!" He exclaimed, noticing the woman in front of her. "What happened to you?"
He also noticed her ragged clothing.
"Actually, I'm Hermione Malfoy now…"
Stan stood aside and motioned for her to come aboard.
"Whatever happened between you and 'Arry Potter?"
Hermione took a seat in a chair and looked around. She was the only passenger. She sighed wearily. "We got into a fight…"
"Why I was sure you two would get hitched!" exclaimed Ernie from behind the wheel.
"I'd rather not talk about it…"Hermione leaned back and closed her eyes.
"What happened to your cheek?"
Hermione opened her eyes to find Stan goggling at her.
"Draco…hit me…"
"What? That filthy little…" Stan made some violent gestures, reminding her of Ron.
"Stan, just relax," soothed Ernie. "Now, where to Hermione?"
"Well…I was wondering, do you know where Harry lives?" Ern and Stan gave each other a secret look.
"As a matter of fact…we do!" Stan agreed by nodding his head vigorously.
"The only problem is…" Hermione went back to resting her eyes. "I don't have any money with me…"
"Oh now, that'll be alright…consider it a special favor from us." Stan and Ern gave each other another look.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Hermione was weary but grateful.
"Alright Ern, take her away!" Ern slammed the gas and off they went, clattering loudly.
Hermione fell asleep while Ern and Stan talked quietly amongst themselves as not to disturb her. She woke up to a much more pleasant way than in the morning. Stan shook her gently by the shoulders.
"Miss Hermione, we're here."
Hermione looked out the window and saw a huge mansion. The front lawn was completely green and had beautiful fountains and statues. The gates were solid black bars, with 2 golden lions guarding them. The house was at least 4 stories tall. It was painted a light shade of beige. Hermione got up from the armchair. Ernie turned around in his seat to give Hermione a toothy grin.
"Harry Potter's residence, miss."
As Hermione walked off the bus dazedly, she missed the wink that passed between Ern and Stan. She stepped onto the sidewalk, her gaze still fixed on the house, or rather, mansion. As she walked up to the bars, a loud "Bang!" announced the departure of the Knight Bus. Suddenly without warning, the gates opened. Hermione quickly hid behind the base of one of the lions. A black car backed out slowly, but its driver was not Harry, Hermione was sure of it. After all, the man was elderly with white hair and white gloves. There was no way Harry could've aged so much over 8 years. As the car drove away and the gates started closing, Hermione quickly dodged between the enclosing space and made it. She made her way up the driveway to the white double-doors. Her trembling hand rang the doorbell. The bell rang throughout the house, but instead of the normal "Ding-dong!" it went "Visitor! Visitor!" in a robotic voice. (A/N: I told you! This is the other part that's really weird…but wouldn't that be cool? Ignore me….)
Hermione waited nervously, smoothing down her dress and trying to use her hair to cover her bruised cheek. 'Are you sure you want to do this?' she asked herself. Before she could answer herself, the door was opened by a woman in her mid-20's. She had brown hair and had much jewelry adorned on her. Her fingernails were painted red and she wore many rings. To Hermione's relief, the woman wore no wedding band.
After looking from Hermione's unkempt hair to her worn shoes, the woman spoke.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Her voice was very girly, reminding Hermione of Professor Umbridge in her 5th year at Hogwarts. She wondered if this woman was as bad as Umbridge.
"Umm…I'm Hermione…Err….is Harry Potter…"
"Honey? Who is it?" came a voice behind the woman. Hermione gasped. It was Harry's voice calling.
"Amanda? Who is it?" Harry's face appeared over the woman's shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist. Hermione's eyes met Harry's emerald green ones.
"Her-Hermio-Hermione?"
(A/N: Errr…I apologize for any typos and grammatical errors…my beta went on vacation…AGAIN….So…What do ya think? Should I stick a fork in it? Kill it? REVIEW AND TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE! THEY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!)
