Title: Respect (1/1)
Author and vB Username: Jaya
Distribution: ask and I will let you...maybe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.
Feedback: is the foundation of my universe.
At: jacey111@yahoo.com
Beta'd by: Ray the Red Witch.
Summary: Draco ponders the meaning of the word respect, and has a couple of
encounters.
Ships: None at this time.
Character(s): Draco and Hermione.
Archived at: FF.net, The Dark Arts; Fiction alley
Note: This is a standalone fic. As with all standalones I write, if there is
a favourable response, and ideas, it may be turned into a series, but at this
point it is unlikely.
Written: 20th March 2002.
Dedication: To all the people, whom, like me belive that a Draco/Hermione
relationship IS possible in the books.
********
Respect
********
"Watch it Mudblood." Draco sneered, turning, he walked away, robes sweeping
the ground. He didn't notice the piece of parchment flutter to the ground
behind him.
Hermione stood there, seething. She was irritated by the tone of his voice,
and the insult that rolled off his tongue with such ease.
'But what was that?' She thought.
The girl picked up the piece of parchment. She began to read it as she walked
off.
*
Respect is not a given thing. It must be earned, it cannot be taken. Or
bought.
Fear and respect are two extremely different things.
It is possible to lose respect, but, it is your own fault if it occurs.
You must respect yourself before you can respect others.
We all need it.
We can live without it, but it makes for a very bad life.
I do not respect my parents.
You can respect people you do not like. I know I do.
I do not respect the man, no the creature, my father says I will one day
serve.
After all, he has been defeated many times by Potter of all people. My father
is trying to relive and recapture his glory days.
My father is an imbecile, and lost my respect a long time ago.
Although she beats me in nearly every class, I respect Granger for her
dedication to her studies.
Bizarrely enough, I actually respect Neville Longbottom. Although he is
absolutely hopeless at Potions and everything else, he still turns up, every
lesson. Most people, if they had to suffer through the comments, and the very
presense of Professor Snape when he obviously scared them silly, deserves
some kind of recognition.
Professor Snape is the one who commands the most respect from me out of all
the adults that I have contact with on a daily basis.
If I am troubled, I can walk into his office or workroom at any time, and
just talk.
It's even worse to admit that a Malfoy's father figure, is not in fact his
actual father.
I respect Professor Snape because is seems that he just turned his back on
'the Dark lord' and went about his life, agreeing to teach (and perhaps spy)
for Dumbledore.
Ah yes, Dumbledore.
A man who appears generally to be a doddering old fool, or someones aged,
wise and slightly senile grandfather. And then when an occassion presents
itself, turns into a venerable, smart, powerful wizard, with an aura about
him that makes people follow him.
Albus Dumbledore, regardless of his failings whatever they may be, commands
respect, even grudgingly given. And he has secured the love or respect of
nearly every student at Hogwarts. Those whom have neither for him are fools
like Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe and Goyle certainly do not have my respect. They are walking mountains
with apparently brains to match.
I respect Potter for finding two true friends in Granger and Weasley. I know
that their fathers did not order them to become friends with him.
I also respect Potter for living with those monsters he calls relations. I
know that if even a _quarter_ of the things I've heard are true, he could
have gone on a psychotic rage, killed the lot of them, and probably would not
have had anything happen to him in the way of Azkaban.
And regardless of my comments, I know that Weasley is not after Potters
fortune. Fame perhaps, but not the money.
Although it is much too easy to rile Weasley on that score, and maybe this is
a sign that I should not go for such easy targets.
No challenge.
The one teacher whom I have no respect for whatsoever is Professor Trelawney.
The woman is a fraud. My great grandmother was a true mystic. She was a stern
no-nonsense woman who always knew if I hadn't washed behind my ears. The only
thing was, she made true predictions.
'It will rain on thursday for eight hours and two minutes.' and of course
she'd be right. 'Africa will surrender suddenly to he who was once Tom
Riddle, and your father will be back three weeks early.' This had also been
true.
Father had her killed when I was four, as she had predicted the fall of
Voldemort, and he hadn't believed her at the time. And then he realised it
had come true, that his Master had been severely diminished by the baby
Potter, and had had her killed.
Pathetic!
Weakling!
Father just hadn't wanted his master to know that there were problems within
the Malfoys.
And of course we don't have problems. Why would the Malfoy's have problems?
No one can ever know about these things that I write. No one.
Although I am rich and have everything that you would think that I could
want: money, looks, toys, books, clothes; all simple material things.
There is one thing I lack. One thing that I don't have besides love.
From others.
Respect.
*
"Watch it Mudblood." Draco snarled.
He had not been having a good day. Pansy had been hanging all over him at all
meals, and classes they had together had been no different. She had been
constantly touching him, and then he finally got a moment to himself. But to
make matters worse he had to bump into Mudblood Granger.
Again!
He was beginning to think that some deity or a Higher Being had it in for
him.
It would explain some of the problems in his life.
With no expression on her face, Hermione faced him and handed him a piece of
parchment.
"I believe this is yours." she said crisply.
He took that parchment, and she quickly left, much in the same way he had
last time.
Draco was shocked, no, horrified to find that he was holding his own
parchment.
She had read it.
Flipping it over, his heart nearly stopped.
Written on it, in a slanted flowing hand was just three words.
'You have mine.'
Respect.
Every one needs it.
***************************************************************************
That's it, my first HP fic. So, what do you think?
J
Author and vB Username: Jaya
Distribution: ask and I will let you...maybe
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.
Feedback: is the foundation of my universe.
At: jacey111@yahoo.com
Beta'd by: Ray the Red Witch.
Summary: Draco ponders the meaning of the word respect, and has a couple of
encounters.
Ships: None at this time.
Character(s): Draco and Hermione.
Archived at: FF.net, The Dark Arts; Fiction alley
Note: This is a standalone fic. As with all standalones I write, if there is
a favourable response, and ideas, it may be turned into a series, but at this
point it is unlikely.
Written: 20th March 2002.
Dedication: To all the people, whom, like me belive that a Draco/Hermione
relationship IS possible in the books.
********
Respect
********
"Watch it Mudblood." Draco sneered, turning, he walked away, robes sweeping
the ground. He didn't notice the piece of parchment flutter to the ground
behind him.
Hermione stood there, seething. She was irritated by the tone of his voice,
and the insult that rolled off his tongue with such ease.
'But what was that?' She thought.
The girl picked up the piece of parchment. She began to read it as she walked
off.
*
Respect is not a given thing. It must be earned, it cannot be taken. Or
bought.
Fear and respect are two extremely different things.
It is possible to lose respect, but, it is your own fault if it occurs.
You must respect yourself before you can respect others.
We all need it.
We can live without it, but it makes for a very bad life.
I do not respect my parents.
You can respect people you do not like. I know I do.
I do not respect the man, no the creature, my father says I will one day
serve.
After all, he has been defeated many times by Potter of all people. My father
is trying to relive and recapture his glory days.
My father is an imbecile, and lost my respect a long time ago.
Although she beats me in nearly every class, I respect Granger for her
dedication to her studies.
Bizarrely enough, I actually respect Neville Longbottom. Although he is
absolutely hopeless at Potions and everything else, he still turns up, every
lesson. Most people, if they had to suffer through the comments, and the very
presense of Professor Snape when he obviously scared them silly, deserves
some kind of recognition.
Professor Snape is the one who commands the most respect from me out of all
the adults that I have contact with on a daily basis.
If I am troubled, I can walk into his office or workroom at any time, and
just talk.
It's even worse to admit that a Malfoy's father figure, is not in fact his
actual father.
I respect Professor Snape because is seems that he just turned his back on
'the Dark lord' and went about his life, agreeing to teach (and perhaps spy)
for Dumbledore.
Ah yes, Dumbledore.
A man who appears generally to be a doddering old fool, or someones aged,
wise and slightly senile grandfather. And then when an occassion presents
itself, turns into a venerable, smart, powerful wizard, with an aura about
him that makes people follow him.
Albus Dumbledore, regardless of his failings whatever they may be, commands
respect, even grudgingly given. And he has secured the love or respect of
nearly every student at Hogwarts. Those whom have neither for him are fools
like Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe and Goyle certainly do not have my respect. They are walking mountains
with apparently brains to match.
I respect Potter for finding two true friends in Granger and Weasley. I know
that their fathers did not order them to become friends with him.
I also respect Potter for living with those monsters he calls relations. I
know that if even a _quarter_ of the things I've heard are true, he could
have gone on a psychotic rage, killed the lot of them, and probably would not
have had anything happen to him in the way of Azkaban.
And regardless of my comments, I know that Weasley is not after Potters
fortune. Fame perhaps, but not the money.
Although it is much too easy to rile Weasley on that score, and maybe this is
a sign that I should not go for such easy targets.
No challenge.
The one teacher whom I have no respect for whatsoever is Professor Trelawney.
The woman is a fraud. My great grandmother was a true mystic. She was a stern
no-nonsense woman who always knew if I hadn't washed behind my ears. The only
thing was, she made true predictions.
'It will rain on thursday for eight hours and two minutes.' and of course
she'd be right. 'Africa will surrender suddenly to he who was once Tom
Riddle, and your father will be back three weeks early.' This had also been
true.
Father had her killed when I was four, as she had predicted the fall of
Voldemort, and he hadn't believed her at the time. And then he realised it
had come true, that his Master had been severely diminished by the baby
Potter, and had had her killed.
Pathetic!
Weakling!
Father just hadn't wanted his master to know that there were problems within
the Malfoys.
And of course we don't have problems. Why would the Malfoy's have problems?
No one can ever know about these things that I write. No one.
Although I am rich and have everything that you would think that I could
want: money, looks, toys, books, clothes; all simple material things.
There is one thing I lack. One thing that I don't have besides love.
From others.
Respect.
*
"Watch it Mudblood." Draco snarled.
He had not been having a good day. Pansy had been hanging all over him at all
meals, and classes they had together had been no different. She had been
constantly touching him, and then he finally got a moment to himself. But to
make matters worse he had to bump into Mudblood Granger.
Again!
He was beginning to think that some deity or a Higher Being had it in for
him.
It would explain some of the problems in his life.
With no expression on her face, Hermione faced him and handed him a piece of
parchment.
"I believe this is yours." she said crisply.
He took that parchment, and she quickly left, much in the same way he had
last time.
Draco was shocked, no, horrified to find that he was holding his own
parchment.
She had read it.
Flipping it over, his heart nearly stopped.
Written on it, in a slanted flowing hand was just three words.
'You have mine.'
Respect.
Every one needs it.
***************************************************************************
That's it, my first HP fic. So, what do you think?
J