Hey guys! The setting of this story will be explained in the beginning of it. Everything prior is completely canon. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and I most certainly don't own Harry Potter. Ha. I wish.
Hermione sighed, and looked out at the ocean through the giant bay windows that lined the back of her and Ron's house. The music of the waves hit her ears and she inhaled the salty sea breeze. Ron. He was away on an Auror mission. He was gone so much more lately. However, she somehow didn't find herself missing him. "I'm an awful wife." She muttered to herself.
Ron and Hermione had purchased a gigantic home in a muggle community when they were first married, three years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Now it was another three years later, and she didn't know what to do with herself. After the war she had wanted to become a healer, but Ron had discouraged her, saying that he would make enough money to support the both of them. And he did… But Hermione hated being idle and was constantly doing things to keep her mind busy.
She got up from her plush window seat and walked over to her father's old computer. He and her mother had been killed in a fishing accident in Australia. The computer had been in a box of his things that she had collected. Ron didn't understand it, but it made her feel safe and at home. She logged on and decided to check on Craigslist to see of anyone had replied to a boat that Ron wanted to sell. (He wanted to buy a bigger and better one, but Hermione had insisted that he get rid of the old one first.) "Finally," she said. After two weeks someone had asked for it.
-2 Months earlier, Malfoy Manor-
"Sir, sir don't be mad. I'm sorry that these recent, um, 'problems' have gotten worse, but there is really, ah, nothi-" the short bumbling man was cut off.
"Look. I'm telling you that you're wrong. I'm not, I don't, I can't… You are one of the best healers out there, can you not fix me? Use magic! Make me better! Please…" Draco trailed off and looked pleadingly at the man in front of him.
"Mr. Malfoy… what you have is not 'fixable.' It is a muggle disease that magic can't fix. There is a reason that they haven't found a cure for it. I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do."
Draco sat down and closed his eyes. His breath was jagged, and tears were threatening to spill over. "How… How long?" he whispered.
"Five months."
The tears came out and he put his hands on his face. "Merlin. Merlin Merlin Merlin."
-Present day, Weasly Mansion-
BAM. BAM. BAM. Hermione jumped up and let out a small shriek. She clamped her hands over her mouth and scolded her self for acting so girly. It was someone knocking on the door. Granted, it was someone knocking very loudly on the door. Mr. M was just coming to pick up his new boat. Mr. M. It had been so strange that he hadn't given his full name. As she made her way to the front door, she let her imagination run wild on who it could be.
"Maybe… He is a really old man with long white hair who wants to see the world… He would be kind and caring and he would come and drink tea with me. We would become good friends. But I would end up devastated because he would end up dying at sea…
Or maybe he is a handsome young man who is planning an extravagant date to propose to his equally beautiful girlfriend. However he sees me and instantly forgets about her and marries me instead!" She laughed.
"Or he could be a gang leader, dressed in all black and scars on his face… He's buying the boat so that he would have a place to keep his hostages. No, that sounds to much like a Deatheater…" She shuddered then put on a smile. She pulled open the door, and stared at the man behind it.
He was not an old man with long white hair, or a man wanting to propose. Nor was he a gang leader, and he looked too frail to be a Deatheater. He was very thin and slightly bent over. His hair was platinum blonde, but it didn't look very healthy. He pulled out a Kleenex and coughed into it. His cough sounded terrible, and it racked his whole body. He looked up and Hermione's heart went out to him. His skin was very pale and sickly, and his eyes were sunken and had dark lines under them.
She was about to say something, when she noticed that he looked very familiar. Was it? Could it actually be…
"Malfoy?"
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and I'm sorry that it is so short. The following chapters will definitely be longer. I just had to get everything set up.. oops. You don't want to hear my excuses, so I will stop now. Please review! It would make me so happy, and make the next chapter come so much faster! Thanks.