Authors Note: First off, I want to say SORRY for not updating in a few
weeks. School has been so busy. Exams, graduation, open houses for
Graduation, plus last Thursday I got into a minor fender bender, so that
was stressful. Plus, I'm trying to get a job and not be a lazy ass all
summer. Lol. I've had writers block a lot lately, but I know that some of
you REALLY wanted an update, so here it is. I hope you like it.
Chapter Four.
Hermione woke to see sun streaming in through the large bay window that was opposite the bed in her room. She couldn't remember falling asleep. All she remembered was almost kissing Fred, him leaving and now waking up. Her sleep had been dreamless and surprisingly peaceful. Hermione didn't usually sleep well her first night in a new place. Something about the sounds that weren't familiar.
Stretching, she sat up and looked around the room. She hadn't really noticed yesterday, but the room was actually quite spacious. The bed was in the center of the room across from the bay window. Next to the window was a roll-top desk. An ornate chair was at the desk, a large, comfortable cushion on the chair.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Hermione stood, stretching her arms above her head as she cracked her back in the process. She walked to a door next to the door that led to the hallway. She was pleased to find that it wasn't a closet as she suspected, but a bathroom. That left the door next to the bureau to be the closet.
After carefully selecting a knee-length black skirt, stockings, a simple yellow blouse and all her underclothing and shoes, Hermione walked into the bathroom. A large shower stall was in one corner of the bathroom. A large garden tub sat in the opposite corner, across from the toilet. A cabinet was between the toilet and the shower stall and across from the shower was the sink. The silver fixtures went nicely with the bright blue and aqua that the bathroom was decorated in.
~*~
Fred was sitting in the living room, reading The Daily Prophet when an owl landed on the windowsill next to the chair in which he was sitting. He didn't recognize the bird, but accepted the envelope that had 'Hermione' scrawled on it in elegant handwriting. The bird didn't bother to wait for a response, but flew right back out the window by which it had entered.
Hermione. He'd almost kissed her last night. He'd been so close. And he'd wanted to. He was in deep. Fred hadn't dated anyone since he and Angelina had split. He had been too busy and just hadn't felt like dating. Then Hermione came. And for the first time in over a year, Fred felt that feeling. The tingly feeling deep down inside that one gets when around someone he or she is attracted to. Of course, it was Fred's luck that the one girl he'd felt that for was his brother's fiancée. His future sister- in-law. He knew that if he did anything he'd feel horrible. Ron was his brother. In the back of his mind, the 'what if' bothered Fred. What if he felt horrible for NOT doing something?
~*~
Hermione made her way down the stairs, intent on going to get some breakfast. Then she was going to do some homework. She was doing a correspondence class. She'd just decided the other day. Of course, she didn't know where she'd be going, so she'd told the professor of the class that she'd send him an owl when she was ready to begin. She'd been given the first assignment and it was nearly completed.
Hermione walked into the kitchen. She loved wizarding houses. Fred was no where in sight, but there was sausage being cooked, eggs being fried and oranges being squeezed into orange juice. Magic. Hermione couldn't imagine her life without it. Or without everything that came with being a witch.
Ten minutes later, Hermione was sitting down to eat her breakfast. She noticed that the house was silent, but that didn't bother her at all. She wasn't in the mood to see Fred. She didn't know what she'd say or do. If she said or did anything at all. She couldn't believe it. She'd almost jeopardized her entire relationship with Ron. If he knew that they'd almost kissed, he'd be furious. He'd probably call off the wedding. Somehow that thought didn't bother Hermione as much she would have thought it would.
She was nearly done with her breakfast when she noticed an envelope with her name scrawled on it. The handwriting was familiar and Hermione grinned when she realized it was Draco's handwriting. He'd helped her, Harry and Ron defeat Voldemort their sixth year. Of course, they hadn't killed or destroyed Voldemort, just stopped him from killing the school.
She smiled, remembering the day of the 'battle'.
::::FLASHBACK:::::::
"Harry!" Hermione called, racing down the hall, her robes billowing behind her as she ran.
"What is it Herm?" Harry stopped, turning around to face her. He noticed the scared look on her face.
"I just.." She panted out of breath, "I just heard from Lupin." she panted again. Remus Lupin had returned to be their DADA teacher in the sixth year. "That they suspect an attack today," she whispered.
"What?" Harry asked, incredulously. "When? How?"
"They don't know, all they know is they've been getting warning signs. The same kind they got the night your parents were-"
"Killed," Harry finished for her.
~*~
Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy, listening half-heartedly to the teacher. Never before had she been distracted. Being a prefect, she'd gotten news from Lupin that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone. But she'd told Harry. She'd figured Harry had the right to know.
"Granger!" she blinked and looked across the isle. Draco Malfoy sat across her. He was leaning toward her. "Granger!" he kissed.
"What?" she whispered back. Then she noticed that Professor McGonnagall was at the door, talking quietly with her teacher. McGonnagall's eyes connected with Hermione's for a second before returning to the professor she was speaking with.
"Did you hear that?" he hissed, leaning toward him. Hermione looked at him. He was serious.
"Hear what?" she asked softly, looking around her. There were only three other students in their Advanced Arithmancy class. Two Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw.
"That hissing noise?" he asked. Hermione craned her neck. She shook her head. There was a loud POP! From the back of the classroom. Hermione whirled around and was shocked. Standing in the back of the classroom was a young Voldemort. He looked the same as he did when he was at Hogwarts. She'd seen pictures of him, and was ashamed to admit to herself that he was still a handsome man. She immediately stood up faced him.
"Ah, a muggle-born," he smiled. "Gryffindor never did know how to pick the right characteristics," he smiled. "Sorting hat always was a bit of a fool, that hat."
"That hat helped defeat you before," Hermione managed so spat at him. She noticed McGonnagall out of the corner of her eye, ushering the two Hufflepuff students out, the Ravenclaw rushing after them before she could be stopped.
"Tom-"
"Do not speak to me, hag," Voldemort directed his attention at Professor McGonnagall. Then as if noticing him for the first time, his attention turned to Draco.
"A slytherin, eh?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "What is your name?" he asked. His wand was still raised, had been for quite some time.
"Malfoy," Draco remarked calmly. Hermione's eyes widened even further. How could he be so calm? Then it hit her. He'd been an assumed death eater for years. His father was one, so it was only natural that he be one, too.
"Ah, the son of my comrade," he smiled. He then turned back to Hermione. "You, mudblood, are friends with Harry Potter?" Hermione didn't move. "Yes, you are. Now, Miss Granger, is it?" he looked at Draco, who nodded. "You're going to tell me. How did Harry stop me?"
"What?" Hermione asked stupidly.
"When he was a child," Voldemort prompted. "How did he stop me?"
"I don't know," Hermione whispered, backing up a step.
"Now, now, Miss Granger, you can do better than that. I mean, for being a mudblood, you're quite brilliant. Or so my sources say. Malfoy?"
"She is," He admitted. "Surprising, eh?"
"That's what I though. Now, Miss Granger, for the last time," he pointed his wand at her. "Tell me how your friend defeated me."
"I told you," Hermione said, sighing. "I don't know!"
"Wrong answer!" Voldemort remarked. He opened his mouth and started to speak, a curse starting to roll of his tongue.
"Accio sword!" Draco yelled, pointing his wand at a sword that sat in a display case in the back of the room. The sword flew through the air and through Tom Riddle's back. He laughed loudly.
"You fool!"
"Run!" Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her out of the room while pushing McGonnagall out of the room.
~*~
Hermione followed Draco as he ran through the school. He stopped in front of a painting of a witch, who was asleep.
"Wake up!" he ordered. The witch blinked, then smiled.
"Password?" she asked.
"Silver snakes," Draco said hurriedly. The portrait swung open and Draco pulled her in after him.
"Where are we?"
"Secret passage. It will take us to Hogsmeade."
"But."
"This isn't on the Marauder's map. Trust me," he answered,
"How do you know about-"
"Potter has a big mouth," Draco shrugged. "Where is he?"
"Divination," Hermione told him.
"I'll be back. Stay here. Weasley with him?" Draco asked as he walked to the portrait hole. Hermione nodded. "I'll be back. Don't leave. If he finds you-"
"I know," Hermione remarked. "I'm dead." Draco nodded and turned toward the door. "Draco?" she called. He stopped. "Thanks," she whispered.
"I had to," he answered without turning around. "Don't leave," he remarked and then he was gone.
:::::END FLASHBACK:::::
Hermione smiled. He'd managed to get Harry and Ron both down to the large room. Ginny, too, only because he'd passed her on the way back with Ron and Harry. They'd stayed in the passage until they'd together, come up with a plan. A plan that had eventually helped them defeat Voldemort if only temporarily.
Hermione,
It's been a while, hasn't it? Ron told me about your going into hiding. I think he's right. I just wanted to see how you were doing. You, and of course, you and Ron. Let me know how you are.
Always, Draco
Things sure had changed since school. She was engaged. To Ron, nonetheless. But now she was having feelings for Fred.
"Good morning," Fred's voice came to her. Hermione looked up just as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good Morning," she remarked dully.
Authors Note: Well.I think that chapter pretty much sucked. But, the next one will definitely have some more Hr/Fred interaction! I just needed some filler. Lol. As always, thanks for reading and please review! You have no idea how much I LOVE feedback. And if you could, please join my Harry Potter Fan fiction Group @ Yahoo!
Chapter Four.
Hermione woke to see sun streaming in through the large bay window that was opposite the bed in her room. She couldn't remember falling asleep. All she remembered was almost kissing Fred, him leaving and now waking up. Her sleep had been dreamless and surprisingly peaceful. Hermione didn't usually sleep well her first night in a new place. Something about the sounds that weren't familiar.
Stretching, she sat up and looked around the room. She hadn't really noticed yesterday, but the room was actually quite spacious. The bed was in the center of the room across from the bay window. Next to the window was a roll-top desk. An ornate chair was at the desk, a large, comfortable cushion on the chair.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Hermione stood, stretching her arms above her head as she cracked her back in the process. She walked to a door next to the door that led to the hallway. She was pleased to find that it wasn't a closet as she suspected, but a bathroom. That left the door next to the bureau to be the closet.
After carefully selecting a knee-length black skirt, stockings, a simple yellow blouse and all her underclothing and shoes, Hermione walked into the bathroom. A large shower stall was in one corner of the bathroom. A large garden tub sat in the opposite corner, across from the toilet. A cabinet was between the toilet and the shower stall and across from the shower was the sink. The silver fixtures went nicely with the bright blue and aqua that the bathroom was decorated in.
~*~
Fred was sitting in the living room, reading The Daily Prophet when an owl landed on the windowsill next to the chair in which he was sitting. He didn't recognize the bird, but accepted the envelope that had 'Hermione' scrawled on it in elegant handwriting. The bird didn't bother to wait for a response, but flew right back out the window by which it had entered.
Hermione. He'd almost kissed her last night. He'd been so close. And he'd wanted to. He was in deep. Fred hadn't dated anyone since he and Angelina had split. He had been too busy and just hadn't felt like dating. Then Hermione came. And for the first time in over a year, Fred felt that feeling. The tingly feeling deep down inside that one gets when around someone he or she is attracted to. Of course, it was Fred's luck that the one girl he'd felt that for was his brother's fiancée. His future sister- in-law. He knew that if he did anything he'd feel horrible. Ron was his brother. In the back of his mind, the 'what if' bothered Fred. What if he felt horrible for NOT doing something?
~*~
Hermione made her way down the stairs, intent on going to get some breakfast. Then she was going to do some homework. She was doing a correspondence class. She'd just decided the other day. Of course, she didn't know where she'd be going, so she'd told the professor of the class that she'd send him an owl when she was ready to begin. She'd been given the first assignment and it was nearly completed.
Hermione walked into the kitchen. She loved wizarding houses. Fred was no where in sight, but there was sausage being cooked, eggs being fried and oranges being squeezed into orange juice. Magic. Hermione couldn't imagine her life without it. Or without everything that came with being a witch.
Ten minutes later, Hermione was sitting down to eat her breakfast. She noticed that the house was silent, but that didn't bother her at all. She wasn't in the mood to see Fred. She didn't know what she'd say or do. If she said or did anything at all. She couldn't believe it. She'd almost jeopardized her entire relationship with Ron. If he knew that they'd almost kissed, he'd be furious. He'd probably call off the wedding. Somehow that thought didn't bother Hermione as much she would have thought it would.
She was nearly done with her breakfast when she noticed an envelope with her name scrawled on it. The handwriting was familiar and Hermione grinned when she realized it was Draco's handwriting. He'd helped her, Harry and Ron defeat Voldemort their sixth year. Of course, they hadn't killed or destroyed Voldemort, just stopped him from killing the school.
She smiled, remembering the day of the 'battle'.
::::FLASHBACK:::::::
"Harry!" Hermione called, racing down the hall, her robes billowing behind her as she ran.
"What is it Herm?" Harry stopped, turning around to face her. He noticed the scared look on her face.
"I just.." She panted out of breath, "I just heard from Lupin." she panted again. Remus Lupin had returned to be their DADA teacher in the sixth year. "That they suspect an attack today," she whispered.
"What?" Harry asked, incredulously. "When? How?"
"They don't know, all they know is they've been getting warning signs. The same kind they got the night your parents were-"
"Killed," Harry finished for her.
~*~
Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy, listening half-heartedly to the teacher. Never before had she been distracted. Being a prefect, she'd gotten news from Lupin that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone. But she'd told Harry. She'd figured Harry had the right to know.
"Granger!" she blinked and looked across the isle. Draco Malfoy sat across her. He was leaning toward her. "Granger!" he kissed.
"What?" she whispered back. Then she noticed that Professor McGonnagall was at the door, talking quietly with her teacher. McGonnagall's eyes connected with Hermione's for a second before returning to the professor she was speaking with.
"Did you hear that?" he hissed, leaning toward him. Hermione looked at him. He was serious.
"Hear what?" she asked softly, looking around her. There were only three other students in their Advanced Arithmancy class. Two Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw.
"That hissing noise?" he asked. Hermione craned her neck. She shook her head. There was a loud POP! From the back of the classroom. Hermione whirled around and was shocked. Standing in the back of the classroom was a young Voldemort. He looked the same as he did when he was at Hogwarts. She'd seen pictures of him, and was ashamed to admit to herself that he was still a handsome man. She immediately stood up faced him.
"Ah, a muggle-born," he smiled. "Gryffindor never did know how to pick the right characteristics," he smiled. "Sorting hat always was a bit of a fool, that hat."
"That hat helped defeat you before," Hermione managed so spat at him. She noticed McGonnagall out of the corner of her eye, ushering the two Hufflepuff students out, the Ravenclaw rushing after them before she could be stopped.
"Tom-"
"Do not speak to me, hag," Voldemort directed his attention at Professor McGonnagall. Then as if noticing him for the first time, his attention turned to Draco.
"A slytherin, eh?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "What is your name?" he asked. His wand was still raised, had been for quite some time.
"Malfoy," Draco remarked calmly. Hermione's eyes widened even further. How could he be so calm? Then it hit her. He'd been an assumed death eater for years. His father was one, so it was only natural that he be one, too.
"Ah, the son of my comrade," he smiled. He then turned back to Hermione. "You, mudblood, are friends with Harry Potter?" Hermione didn't move. "Yes, you are. Now, Miss Granger, is it?" he looked at Draco, who nodded. "You're going to tell me. How did Harry stop me?"
"What?" Hermione asked stupidly.
"When he was a child," Voldemort prompted. "How did he stop me?"
"I don't know," Hermione whispered, backing up a step.
"Now, now, Miss Granger, you can do better than that. I mean, for being a mudblood, you're quite brilliant. Or so my sources say. Malfoy?"
"She is," He admitted. "Surprising, eh?"
"That's what I though. Now, Miss Granger, for the last time," he pointed his wand at her. "Tell me how your friend defeated me."
"I told you," Hermione said, sighing. "I don't know!"
"Wrong answer!" Voldemort remarked. He opened his mouth and started to speak, a curse starting to roll of his tongue.
"Accio sword!" Draco yelled, pointing his wand at a sword that sat in a display case in the back of the room. The sword flew through the air and through Tom Riddle's back. He laughed loudly.
"You fool!"
"Run!" Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her out of the room while pushing McGonnagall out of the room.
~*~
Hermione followed Draco as he ran through the school. He stopped in front of a painting of a witch, who was asleep.
"Wake up!" he ordered. The witch blinked, then smiled.
"Password?" she asked.
"Silver snakes," Draco said hurriedly. The portrait swung open and Draco pulled her in after him.
"Where are we?"
"Secret passage. It will take us to Hogsmeade."
"But."
"This isn't on the Marauder's map. Trust me," he answered,
"How do you know about-"
"Potter has a big mouth," Draco shrugged. "Where is he?"
"Divination," Hermione told him.
"I'll be back. Stay here. Weasley with him?" Draco asked as he walked to the portrait hole. Hermione nodded. "I'll be back. Don't leave. If he finds you-"
"I know," Hermione remarked. "I'm dead." Draco nodded and turned toward the door. "Draco?" she called. He stopped. "Thanks," she whispered.
"I had to," he answered without turning around. "Don't leave," he remarked and then he was gone.
:::::END FLASHBACK:::::
Hermione smiled. He'd managed to get Harry and Ron both down to the large room. Ginny, too, only because he'd passed her on the way back with Ron and Harry. They'd stayed in the passage until they'd together, come up with a plan. A plan that had eventually helped them defeat Voldemort if only temporarily.
Hermione,
It's been a while, hasn't it? Ron told me about your going into hiding. I think he's right. I just wanted to see how you were doing. You, and of course, you and Ron. Let me know how you are.
Always, Draco
Things sure had changed since school. She was engaged. To Ron, nonetheless. But now she was having feelings for Fred.
"Good morning," Fred's voice came to her. Hermione looked up just as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good Morning," she remarked dully.
Authors Note: Well.I think that chapter pretty much sucked. But, the next one will definitely have some more Hr/Fred interaction! I just needed some filler. Lol. As always, thanks for reading and please review! You have no idea how much I LOVE feedback. And if you could, please join my Harry Potter Fan fiction Group @ Yahoo!