Unexpected Love
Summary: A fic that takes place after Hogwarts. Hermione left the magical world behind
after a messy breakup with Krum and became a muggle teacher. Years later she
discovers that one of her new students is a Malfoy. What will happen when
Draco enters her life?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. The ones you don't recognize
belong to me.
Chapter Four- Decisions in Dreamland
As Hermione drove home that afternoon, going over the days events in her head, she was completely and utterly perplexed. She had not been in contact with any fellow witches or wizards in almost 8 years. The last person she expected to walk into her first grade muggle classroom was Draco Malfoy.
But he had. And for some reason, even though he had made her life a living hell during their time at Hogwarts, she welcomed the sight of something from her past.
She arrived at her apartment soon after, with these thoughts still flitting through her head. It was a small cozy apartment, as a teachers salary isn't very much. But she still adored every part of it.
The building itself was a small, two-floored building, consisting of 8 separate apartments, with 4 on each floor. The outside was painted a soft blue colour, almost an exact replica of the colour of the crisp summer sky. Many windows littered the walls, each one sitting between two clean white shutters, with a flower box below filled with flowers in almost every colour of the rainbow.
She walked into the building, climbed the flight of stairs, and turned into the first door on her left, number 5, directly into the cozy living room. Surprisingly, it was decorated in shades of red and gold, the Gryffindor colours. She had always taken a liking to those colours since her departure of Hogwarts.
On her right stood the kitchen, a crisp modern colour of blue with stainless steel accents, a contrast to the cozy country feeling of the living room.
Off of the living room was her bedroom, her favourite room in the house. Any unsettling thoughts she had about her meeting with Draco vanished as she entered this room.
The walls were painted a bright, sunny, cheerful yellow, guaranteed to lift anyone's mood. Many of her favourite art littered the walls: masterpieces by such artists as Picasso and Monet, and other beautiful pieces of art drawn and painted by her students. Her bed was her favourite part though. It was a huge bed, covered in a very cozy looking comforter and strewn with numerous large, squashy yellow and blue pillows. A sheer flowing canopy completed the bed, looking as if it was made for a princess.
One thing missing from Hermione's apartment were pictures. Everyone she knew had their apartment plastered with pictures of their smiling friends, friends they had known since they were little. Hermione had pictures like these, numerous pictures of Harry and Ron and herself, but after Hogwarts she had packed them away in a cardboard box and deposited them in the back of her closet.
Hermione walked through the living room to her bedroom on the other side.
Exhausted, Hermione eyed the bed longingly. She would eat a quick dinner then retire to her bed for the night, forgetting about her promise to Draco to make a decision about the Butterbeer.
She deposited her bag beside her bed and made her way back to the kitchen. She heated up a quick frozen dinner and sat down to eat.
Throughout her meal, she continued to contemplate Draco's request. She had expected, if she ever went back to the magical world, that it would be with Harry and Ron.
She wondered if they were married yet, and if they had families of their own. Most likely. Harry and Ron had been very popular with the girls at Hogwarts, even though they were quite modest about it, and had not had many girlfriends.
Hermione had had some boyfriends in the 8 years since Krum, but she had never felt that any of them measured up to him. She never felt what she had felt when she was with Krum with any of the other guys. They had all seemed to be shallow, immature boys, all most interested in her body than her mind.
But then Draco had walked in today. She didn't know why or what, but she had felt something when she was standing there facing Draco, feelings that had scared her because she had felt them when she looked at Krum.
Shaking her head as if to get rid of these thoughts, Hermione cleaned up her dinner, which was only half eaten, and headed for her bed. She changed into her pyjamas and crawled between the white silky sheets. Her head had barely hit the pillow when she was asleep.
That night she had a series of memorable dreams.
She dreamt of the first time she had learned she was a witch. She had been so excited. She had been sitting there at the breakfast table when a great barn owl had swooped through her window and deposited her Hogwarts letter on her lap. Many people might not have believed in a magical world if their family was muggles, but somewhere deep inside of her she knew it was true.
The next day she had dragged her parents to the magical place called Diagon Alley, had seen magic and become truly enthralled with it. She was excited about the amount of books that she now had, hardly able to wait to fill her head with the knowledge of wizards and witches.
Her favourite part however, had been getting her wand. She had stood in the dank, dusty shop waving wand after wand, but she had picked up one and had felt a tingle down her arm that told her that this wand was truly hers, she was truly a witch and she was truly going off to a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts.
She dreamt of going through that barrier and appearing on the other side, staring up at the huge scarlet steam engine in awe. It had been on this train that she met Harry and Ron for the first time, though they had yet to become the trio of friends that they were at Hogwarts.
There was the time that she had been locked accidentally in the girls bathroom with a huge troll, and Harry and Ron had saved her, sealing their newfound friendship.
She dreamt of the Philosophers stone. She and Ron had somehow made it through all the tasks alive, although Ron had been knocked somewhat unconscious from the giant chess set, thinking they were simply going after Snape, but Harry had actually gone face to face with Voldemort.
She saw their second year in her dreams. Harry had been hearing voices, discovered he could speak Parseltongue, and had most of the school he was Petrifying students. She, however, had found out that it was a Basilisk in the mysterious Chamber of Secrets. She had been unconcious while Ginny entered the Chamber and was saved from Tom Riddle, who turned out to be a younger Voldemort, by Harry. She remembered awaking to hear the story, and had felt immense happiness.
This dream faded, and a new vision entered her head. It was their third year. That had been an extremely eventful year, what with everyone, including herself, thinking Sirius Black, Harry's godfather (which they hadn't known at first), was a murderer. She recalled using the retched TimeTurner, since she had taken every class possible. Then she saw the reunion in the Shrieking Shack of Sirius and Lupin where they learned the truth about the reason Harry's parents had died while under the Fidelus Charm, and how Sirius was innocent. But Wormtail, who betrayed Harry's parents had gotten away and Sirius had been forced to stay in hiding.
That dream also faded, and she dreamt next of the her fourth year: the year of the TriWizard tournament. And the year she met Viktor Krum. She recalled Harry and Krum's tasks and the Yule Ball. The ball had been when Hermione had first felt something special about her and Viktors relationship, and that marked the beginning of something blissful. That dream faded with Harry's return from the maze having seen Voldemort's return. Harry, Ron, and Hermione's friendship strengthened that year with the knowledge of another war looming on the horizon.
The war had happened, and flashes of Hermione's fifth and sixth years passed by in a flurry of fighting, evil, hatred and death as the trio helped Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix to battle against the Dark Lord and his followers, furthur strenghtening the bond between the trio.
Hermione's seventh and final year was slowly forming playing itself in her dream. It had been not long before Christmas when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had come face to face with Voldemort himself, along with many of his Death Eaters. While Harry had dueled with Voldemort, Hermione and Ron had summoned all the power they had to create a sort of magical shield protecting them from the Death Eaters. They defeated Voldemort once and for all, and this event had sealed their friendship, made a bond that seemed like it couldn't be broken.
The rest of the seventh year was one of the best times they had. They were carefree, inseperable, and full of happiness, especially Hermione as she had love from her boyfriend as well as love from her greatest friends.
Then it had all come crashing down. Krum broke up with her for another girl, and she had retreated into herself. As the end of seventh year arrived, she did what had seemed impossible: she had broken the friendship between herself and Ron and Hermione and deserted her greatest friends in the world.
She awoke with a start, thinking how foolish she had been, how stupid it was to leave them, how unlike her it had been to give up on the magical world. Draco was right, she was the brightest in her class, she was smart, so why couldn't she find a better way to handle this? Krum had been one part of her life, and she wouldn't deny that he was an important one, but when she had relived her life at Hogwarts in her dreams, she had realised that she had so many memories that didn't involve Krum, and she had been so joyful in those.
Hearing a sharp tap on the window, Hermione turned and saw a beautiful grey owl that greatly reminded her of Draco's eyes.
"Draco!" she said aloud to noone in particular. She suspected that this was his owl that he had sent for her answer.
She grabbed a spare piece of parchment and her quill from her desk; she had made her decision not long after she awoke. She quickly scribbled a note briefly saying, 'I'd love to go', tied it to the owls leg, and sent the owl on it's way back to an eagarly waiting Draco Malfoy.
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AN- Ok, so there's the next chapter! It's not quite as interesting, but I promise it'll get better. I decided not to make her memories of fifth year the same as the book as I didn't want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't read it (I dunno who wouldn't though, I finished it in two days and LOVED it! Except I don't agree with who JK Rowling killed off, I cried lol) Some people have asked about Pansy and you'll find out about her probably in the next chapter. Thanx to everyone who reviewed and keep reviewing! I'll post more soon! ~*~FieryPhoenix~*~
Summary: A fic that takes place after Hogwarts. Hermione left the magical world behind
after a messy breakup with Krum and became a muggle teacher. Years later she
discovers that one of her new students is a Malfoy. What will happen when
Draco enters her life?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. The ones you don't recognize
belong to me.
Chapter Four- Decisions in Dreamland
As Hermione drove home that afternoon, going over the days events in her head, she was completely and utterly perplexed. She had not been in contact with any fellow witches or wizards in almost 8 years. The last person she expected to walk into her first grade muggle classroom was Draco Malfoy.
But he had. And for some reason, even though he had made her life a living hell during their time at Hogwarts, she welcomed the sight of something from her past.
She arrived at her apartment soon after, with these thoughts still flitting through her head. It was a small cozy apartment, as a teachers salary isn't very much. But she still adored every part of it.
The building itself was a small, two-floored building, consisting of 8 separate apartments, with 4 on each floor. The outside was painted a soft blue colour, almost an exact replica of the colour of the crisp summer sky. Many windows littered the walls, each one sitting between two clean white shutters, with a flower box below filled with flowers in almost every colour of the rainbow.
She walked into the building, climbed the flight of stairs, and turned into the first door on her left, number 5, directly into the cozy living room. Surprisingly, it was decorated in shades of red and gold, the Gryffindor colours. She had always taken a liking to those colours since her departure of Hogwarts.
On her right stood the kitchen, a crisp modern colour of blue with stainless steel accents, a contrast to the cozy country feeling of the living room.
Off of the living room was her bedroom, her favourite room in the house. Any unsettling thoughts she had about her meeting with Draco vanished as she entered this room.
The walls were painted a bright, sunny, cheerful yellow, guaranteed to lift anyone's mood. Many of her favourite art littered the walls: masterpieces by such artists as Picasso and Monet, and other beautiful pieces of art drawn and painted by her students. Her bed was her favourite part though. It was a huge bed, covered in a very cozy looking comforter and strewn with numerous large, squashy yellow and blue pillows. A sheer flowing canopy completed the bed, looking as if it was made for a princess.
One thing missing from Hermione's apartment were pictures. Everyone she knew had their apartment plastered with pictures of their smiling friends, friends they had known since they were little. Hermione had pictures like these, numerous pictures of Harry and Ron and herself, but after Hogwarts she had packed them away in a cardboard box and deposited them in the back of her closet.
Hermione walked through the living room to her bedroom on the other side.
Exhausted, Hermione eyed the bed longingly. She would eat a quick dinner then retire to her bed for the night, forgetting about her promise to Draco to make a decision about the Butterbeer.
She deposited her bag beside her bed and made her way back to the kitchen. She heated up a quick frozen dinner and sat down to eat.
Throughout her meal, she continued to contemplate Draco's request. She had expected, if she ever went back to the magical world, that it would be with Harry and Ron.
She wondered if they were married yet, and if they had families of their own. Most likely. Harry and Ron had been very popular with the girls at Hogwarts, even though they were quite modest about it, and had not had many girlfriends.
Hermione had had some boyfriends in the 8 years since Krum, but she had never felt that any of them measured up to him. She never felt what she had felt when she was with Krum with any of the other guys. They had all seemed to be shallow, immature boys, all most interested in her body than her mind.
But then Draco had walked in today. She didn't know why or what, but she had felt something when she was standing there facing Draco, feelings that had scared her because she had felt them when she looked at Krum.
Shaking her head as if to get rid of these thoughts, Hermione cleaned up her dinner, which was only half eaten, and headed for her bed. She changed into her pyjamas and crawled between the white silky sheets. Her head had barely hit the pillow when she was asleep.
That night she had a series of memorable dreams.
She dreamt of the first time she had learned she was a witch. She had been so excited. She had been sitting there at the breakfast table when a great barn owl had swooped through her window and deposited her Hogwarts letter on her lap. Many people might not have believed in a magical world if their family was muggles, but somewhere deep inside of her she knew it was true.
The next day she had dragged her parents to the magical place called Diagon Alley, had seen magic and become truly enthralled with it. She was excited about the amount of books that she now had, hardly able to wait to fill her head with the knowledge of wizards and witches.
Her favourite part however, had been getting her wand. She had stood in the dank, dusty shop waving wand after wand, but she had picked up one and had felt a tingle down her arm that told her that this wand was truly hers, she was truly a witch and she was truly going off to a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts.
She dreamt of going through that barrier and appearing on the other side, staring up at the huge scarlet steam engine in awe. It had been on this train that she met Harry and Ron for the first time, though they had yet to become the trio of friends that they were at Hogwarts.
There was the time that she had been locked accidentally in the girls bathroom with a huge troll, and Harry and Ron had saved her, sealing their newfound friendship.
She dreamt of the Philosophers stone. She and Ron had somehow made it through all the tasks alive, although Ron had been knocked somewhat unconscious from the giant chess set, thinking they were simply going after Snape, but Harry had actually gone face to face with Voldemort.
She saw their second year in her dreams. Harry had been hearing voices, discovered he could speak Parseltongue, and had most of the school he was Petrifying students. She, however, had found out that it was a Basilisk in the mysterious Chamber of Secrets. She had been unconcious while Ginny entered the Chamber and was saved from Tom Riddle, who turned out to be a younger Voldemort, by Harry. She remembered awaking to hear the story, and had felt immense happiness.
This dream faded, and a new vision entered her head. It was their third year. That had been an extremely eventful year, what with everyone, including herself, thinking Sirius Black, Harry's godfather (which they hadn't known at first), was a murderer. She recalled using the retched TimeTurner, since she had taken every class possible. Then she saw the reunion in the Shrieking Shack of Sirius and Lupin where they learned the truth about the reason Harry's parents had died while under the Fidelus Charm, and how Sirius was innocent. But Wormtail, who betrayed Harry's parents had gotten away and Sirius had been forced to stay in hiding.
That dream also faded, and she dreamt next of the her fourth year: the year of the TriWizard tournament. And the year she met Viktor Krum. She recalled Harry and Krum's tasks and the Yule Ball. The ball had been when Hermione had first felt something special about her and Viktors relationship, and that marked the beginning of something blissful. That dream faded with Harry's return from the maze having seen Voldemort's return. Harry, Ron, and Hermione's friendship strengthened that year with the knowledge of another war looming on the horizon.
The war had happened, and flashes of Hermione's fifth and sixth years passed by in a flurry of fighting, evil, hatred and death as the trio helped Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix to battle against the Dark Lord and his followers, furthur strenghtening the bond between the trio.
Hermione's seventh and final year was slowly forming playing itself in her dream. It had been not long before Christmas when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had come face to face with Voldemort himself, along with many of his Death Eaters. While Harry had dueled with Voldemort, Hermione and Ron had summoned all the power they had to create a sort of magical shield protecting them from the Death Eaters. They defeated Voldemort once and for all, and this event had sealed their friendship, made a bond that seemed like it couldn't be broken.
The rest of the seventh year was one of the best times they had. They were carefree, inseperable, and full of happiness, especially Hermione as she had love from her boyfriend as well as love from her greatest friends.
Then it had all come crashing down. Krum broke up with her for another girl, and she had retreated into herself. As the end of seventh year arrived, she did what had seemed impossible: she had broken the friendship between herself and Ron and Hermione and deserted her greatest friends in the world.
She awoke with a start, thinking how foolish she had been, how stupid it was to leave them, how unlike her it had been to give up on the magical world. Draco was right, she was the brightest in her class, she was smart, so why couldn't she find a better way to handle this? Krum had been one part of her life, and she wouldn't deny that he was an important one, but when she had relived her life at Hogwarts in her dreams, she had realised that she had so many memories that didn't involve Krum, and she had been so joyful in those.
Hearing a sharp tap on the window, Hermione turned and saw a beautiful grey owl that greatly reminded her of Draco's eyes.
"Draco!" she said aloud to noone in particular. She suspected that this was his owl that he had sent for her answer.
She grabbed a spare piece of parchment and her quill from her desk; she had made her decision not long after she awoke. She quickly scribbled a note briefly saying, 'I'd love to go', tied it to the owls leg, and sent the owl on it's way back to an eagarly waiting Draco Malfoy.
***** *** *****
AN- Ok, so there's the next chapter! It's not quite as interesting, but I promise it'll get better. I decided not to make her memories of fifth year the same as the book as I didn't want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't read it (I dunno who wouldn't though, I finished it in two days and LOVED it! Except I don't agree with who JK Rowling killed off, I cried lol) Some people have asked about Pansy and you'll find out about her probably in the next chapter. Thanx to everyone who reviewed and keep reviewing! I'll post more soon! ~*~FieryPhoenix~*~