-1Still I Look to Find a Reason to Believe..
Chapter Fourteen
That next morning when Hermione woke up, Draco wasn't there. He wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, or even the bathroom. There was no note that might explain his absence and this made Hermione worry. Hermione has been worried about Draco forever, but now, she was worried for her self and her children. She had no idea what might happen to them, what would happen to Draco, or even what might happen to her.
Hermione walked into Dakota's room to check in on her. Dakota was still sleeping just as Hermione had suspected. Of course, Dakota had kicked the covers off as usual, so Hermione pulled them back on top of the child. Hermione stared at Dakota. 'It's so strange,' Hermione thought to herself, 'how much they look alike, but so different they are.'
With that thought Hermione exited the bedroom, closed the door and headed for the kitchen. Hermione began getting things out off the cabinets, for breakfast. She pulled up her sleeves of her night gown and started cracking eggs, and letting them flow swiftly into the frying pan. Just as she pulled bacon from the fridge, a owl swooped into the kitchen, onto the counter, with a letter attached to its claws. Hermione detached the letter, as the bird kept flocking it wings and finally flew off when it realized Hermione would give it nothing. Carefully, Hermione opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
She read:
Hermione,
I won't be back tonight or the next six nights. The Dark Lord is sending us all on a secret mission, which involves staying in one place. I will be back on Sunday. If you need extra money, its in the safe in my closet. Make sure you tell Dakota I'll miss her.
-D. Malfoy
Hermione sighed. She understood that Draco worked for the Dark Lord, but what she didn't understand is why he never had time for her at all. He was always doing something. It seemed as he was avoiding her. Hermione sat down on the stool, and read the letter over a few more times. He didn't say 'tell Dakota I love her', or 'I love you, Hermione.' Hermione noticed this. He usually would tell Dakota he loved her, and although he didn't tell Hermione that often, he did say it when he would go away on long missions, yet, this time, he did not.
Hermione was pulled from her thoughts as she realized the eggs had began to smell up the kitchen, and she still hadn't put the bacon on. As she finished up making breakfast, Hermione heard a small voice from behind her. Dakota, in her purple nightgown, carrying her carebear, was holding her arms out for Hermione to pick her up.
"Hold on a minute, baby." Hermione said, as she placed everything she was done with into the sink, and the food they would eat, onto the counter. Hermione turned around and picked Dakota up. Dakota's arms flew around Hermione's neck, and when Hermione tried to sit her on the stool, she wouldn't let her.
"Dakota, what's the matter, babe?" Hermione asked her as she sat down, still holding Dakota in her arms. Dakota didn't answer. Hermione sighed. Dakota sometimes got like this, she was, after, a small child, but what was different was what would happen with Dakota before she did this. Usually, she acted this way only when she was scared. Last time, Hermione remembered, she got like this was after a dream she had just a couple a months ago. Actually, the last time, Dakota came like this to Hermione was right before they were sold to Draco.
"Did you have a bad dream?" Hermione asked, softly. Dakota nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione asked, trying t moved her head to see Dakota's face. Dakota mumbled a no. Hermione picked up a piece of bacon and put it from of Dakota's eyes. "Do you want some bacon?" Hermione asked her. Dakota shook her head no and turned her head in the opposite direction. Hermione sighed again. "Well, what do you want?" Hermione asked her, sounding worn out. Dakota didn't answer, so Hermione sat there, eating breakfast by herself, still holding Dakota against her, wondering what on earth could have frightened her so much.
"I told you, Hermione, its none of your business!" Draco yelled across the counter, putting on his shoes as quick as she could. Hermione stood up from her stall., and walked over to him. She was now standing in front of him. "Yes it is! If it involves my children it is!" She throw back the words, viciously. Neither of the two talked again for a few moments. After she caught her breath, Hermione gained enough courage to ask the question she had been wearing herself out over for days, "Are you going to leave me? Take the kids with you and leave me?" There was silence, and Hermione could feel tears coming to her eyes, knowing that what ever answer Draco would give her, I would break her heart.
Draco stared at the floor for what seemed like forever. Then he looked up to Hermione, his gray eyes cold and un feeling. "I'm not sure." He said, and with that, he grabbed his jacket and apparated away.
A/N:
Hey, you guys didn't think I would have this up by Halloween did ya? Lol. I hope you guys liked this chapter, and I know our mad that know action is happening but I've been told I put too little detail in so, that's why its taking so long. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think. Until next time!