This is a new story I thought up, this time it's going to be a Hermione and Draco story. I'm taking my time though, it's not going to be a rushed relationship like some of my other stories under both Kandimoon and Moonlitefaery. The first few chapters are going to be based on Hermione's spiraling life then later as school starts and Draco and her are forced to coincide together, how they both evolve as people, helping one another. But like I said it's going to be a slow building relationship so don't panic, it's the first time I've tried it this way. Hope you enjoy it!
Seven Deadly Sins
Prologue
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
The older woman sat patiently in her rocker as she stared out into the warm summer breeze. Her guest waited patiently across from her, leaning against the wooden railing armed with a tape recorder as well as paper and quill. The younger woman's stance was both relaxed and smug, with a heightened sense of an ego about her that was so familiar to her. The older woman looked back out to the peacefulness and serenity around her and took a deep breath before addressing her company.
"What exactly do you want to know?" She addressed to her young companion, who at this point moved to sit upon the ledge of the railing.
"Everything you can remember. Leave nothing out no matter how unimportant. The true story from your point of view, the 'nitty gritty' details as they say." She responded with professional flare.
"I wouldn't even know where to begin." She thought aloud as she pushed her grayed brown hair back into its tight bun. 'I don't know if I can bear the pain of reliving the beginning….' She wanted to say.
"Whenever you're ready." The younger woman coaxed gently.
"You know it's been nearly 50 or so years since his destruction and very little seems to have changed in our world. The human world searches and finds new technologies and discoveries every day and yet our world seems to stop for decades and yet our life expectancy is twice that of those mortals without the gift for magic. And still both worlds are never satisfied with what they have, what they discover, there is always the search for something more or something better; something isn't perfect enough, people are not perfect enough for their taste and so they continue to strive for the impossible, the impractical. The Christians refer to that kind of greed as a sin, one of seven deadly in fact. Envy: jealousy of others, wanting what they have, what we do not have. Gluttony: giving into too much of any one thing, overindulging when we shouldn't no matter what the object or action. Lust: the overindulgence of sexual pleasure at the times when we should remain abstinent. Wrath: revenge, letting ones anger get the better of their judgment. Greed: wanting more than what we need or have when others have less than us. Sloth: laziness when we should be out helping others. And the last and hardest of all the deadly sins: pride. They say pride comes before the fall, the action of realizing you are not perfect but not wanting to admit it to the world.
"I was born Hermione Jane Granger, the oldest child of two dentists and the first magical child born in their lifeline. I started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 11 and right before my 12th birthday as a short bushy haired student with two enlarged front teeth and a little overweight for my age and no real friends. I did what I had to do then to fit in, to be like everyone else, to make them happy, to make me accepted before their eyes. When they called me a know-it-all I kept quiet, when they made fun of my teeth I accidentally had them fixed, when they joked about my hair I had it tamed, and when they called me pudgy I did whatever was necessary to lose the weight. It wasn't long before I was the turn to girl for everything else in the boys' lives. I was responsible for knowing what curses caused what pain and what the counter-curse could be. I became a hollowed shell for them, on the outside I was the intelligent know-it-all who was the brains behind the Golden Trio; Harry's other sidekick. Inside I was fighting my own demons, killing whatever was necessary just to feel the joy of life again inside this hollow shell. In the end my salvation came in the hands of the unexpected, the unwanted, and the uncertain. But that was nearly 50 years ago…foolish tales of young children who didn't know any better…" The old woman exclaimed as she stared unblinking at the open fields surrounding her home. In the distance there stood like a shining beacon of hope a small grey headstone.
"Please…tell me…what happened during those years during the Dark Lord's reign." The companion pleaded nearly falling off the ledge to beg her older host to continue.
"They say pride comes before the fall…but it was envy that started it all…"