Cold Sunset chapter one:

A/N: My writing is not of the best, I'm still improving so I apologize for any mistakes that may occur. I hope you enjoy my story

Diagon Alley:

Hermione Jean Granger walked silently alongside her parents Jean and Ghram Granger. Jean walked in the middle , conversating with Ghram who had a stoic face but his soft grey eyes sparkeld ever so gently when his wife was in his presence. Although Jean and Ghram never displayed any affection or concern and never did anything unless they could gain, they had a secrete soft spot for Hermione and she knew that even if her parents never showed public affection, they loved her none the less. Engulfed in her book, she tuned out the world as they silently strode through Diagon Alley, Hermione had heard so much about the strange wizard town that beheld many shops that rivialed those back in France.

Hermione had moved with her parents from France a few weeks ago, they had taken refuge in one of their manors in Scottland and were doing shopping for school that was going to start in two weeks. The Grangers had decided to abandon their home in France due to the Dark Lord's request that they move closer with the war that was soon uprising. Although she loved her parents dearly she did not agree with their beliefs. Yes, Hermione was raised with her parents' predejuce but she chose to see that every bood status were all equal but in fear of being disowend , she pretended that she had agreed with her parents ridicioulous beliefs.

" - What do you think Hermione dear?" Jean asked in her melodious voice. Hermione looked up from her book and blinked a few times at her mother. " Excuse me mother, what were you saying?" She asked Jean blankly who just gave a short beautiful laugh in response before saying

" I was asking you if you thought it would be nice to attend a party that the Lestranges are hosting in a few days for our arrival?''

Hermione turned this idea over and over around in her head, she had heard a lot about the Lestranges for they were known to be one of the the cruelest pureblood families among The Dark Lord's followers, so were the Malfoy's, Parkensons as well as the Grangers.

" Mother I would prefebly like to stay at home and read. " Hermione said in a flat tone and Jean placed a hand on the book Hermione was holding, with a gentle scold on her face. " Now dear, whilst I understand that you have to keep your grades perfect or else you would lose your title as smartest witch of our age, I am fairly certain that you can put aside studying for a single night." Jean said in a firm but soft tone.

Jean's beautiful rich dark eyes bore into Hermione's hazel eyes she had inherited by her grandmother on her father's side. She sighed deeply as she closed the book she was reading. Jean's insistance made her nervous but she hid it well. " I suppouse I could mother." She said in defeat knowing that it was pointless to argue with Jean. Once. Jean had her mind set on something she was determend to have it been done her way or else...

Jean smiled in delight before turning back to Ghram and continued to speak with her husband. Relieved , Hermione went back to reading but she couldn't really focus as she was thinking of ways to not attend the wrenched party she had reluctantly agreed to because she knew Voldemort was going to be attending as well and that was one of the main reasons she wanted to decline. She hadn't met Voldemort personaly yet and she wasn't eager to either. Jean had told her a few years ago that Voldemort had seen her once when she was a child but she was far too young to remember it and a piece of her her was grateful.

After three hours of shoping Hermione had gotten all the things needed for school except robes. The Grangers walked into Madame Pudifoot's robe shop, the shop was so crammed full of people that Hermione nearly got an elbow to the face. Hissing in annoyance she turned to her mother to tell her that she had thought it better to come back later when the crowed had subsided, but before she could utter more word out than " Mother -" A voice of a female cut her off.

" Jean, what a pleasant surprise. "

Turning to see who the voice belonged to , Hermione saw a tall beautiful woman who wore robes of pure velvet over a skin tight knee length black dress. Her hair was half blonde and half brown. Jean had a small smile on her face. " Hello Narcissa, if I may ask, what are you doing here? I'm sure your son already has his school robes." Jean said lightly.

Hermione couldn't help but stare at the male standing next to Narcissa. He was tall, much taller than Narcissa and had hair of pure white that was slicked back with only a few strands of hair that were defient and hung in his eyes. He had pale skin and a muscular built which she figured was from Quiddich. He had cold grey eyes and long black lashes that framed them along with pale pink lips. An undeniable cassanova. Hermione knew who he was. Draco Malfoy. She had played with him once when she was four years old when Lucias and Narcissa visited France, they had stopped by their house for a visit.

She hadn't seen him in 13 years.

And she had noticed with a feeling of unease that Draco was staring at her intently with his cold eyes. A small smirk pulled at his lips.

" Yes but I'm afraid Draco has had a growth spurt and his robes are far too small" Narcissa said and a slight smile played at the proud woman's lips. Narcissa and Jean had been best friends ever since they were born. Both woman had been in Slyherin together but Narcissa had been only a year older than Jean. As soon as Jean got married to Ghram , The Dark Lord had ordered them to move to France a long with two other families , to observe wizarding France and report back to him at the of each year.

" I see. " Jean chuckled. " Such a handsome young man Draco has grown up to be, and smart from what I've heard. I'm sure most families are practicaly begging for a marriage contact." Jean said before smirking playfuly at Hermione. " Who knows , maybe we can arrange something for our darling Hermione." Hermione chocked on her own spit at her mother's words and narrowed her eyes. " Mother" She hissed but Jean payed her daughter no mind.

" We have been recieving awful lot of suitors and offers lately but none are quite good enough. Hermione is a woman of high status, brightest witch of our age, she deserves the best. It's dificult finding the right husband for her, I'm sure you understand." Jean finished in an over dramatic voice. Hermione tried to keep the humiliation she felt, off her face. Narcissa seemed to just nod at Jean's words." I do Jean, I do. Hermione is a very beautiful young lady. " Narcissa said as she focused her grey eyes on Hermione.

Hermione blushed.

"Oh dear, look at the time, we still have a lot to do. I'm sorry but we have to continue this conversation another time, it was nice seeing you Jean, Ghram. Have a lovely day further. " The two woman hugged. Draco shook hand with Ghram and inclined his head politely toward Jean.

" It was a pleasure. '' He said politely in a deep velvety cold voice. It chilled Hermione to the bone.

Taking her hand, he bent forward and place his cold lips on the warm skin of her hand. Her breath hitched and her stomach churned.

" I look forward to seeing you again Miss. Granger."

Hermione pulled her hand out of his grasp, clutching her hand to her chest. Her eyes narrowed at him. He smirked at her pompously as he and Narcissa Malfoy left the shop. The only thing that kept her thinking about him was his haunting cold grey eyes and the lingering feeling of his cold lips on her skin.

Thanks for reading.

-Kate