The Years That Pass
Adoption
Hermione turned her computer off for good, and went to go get ready for bed. She knocked over an old picture frame. She bent over to pick it up and was sad to see that the glass had shattered during the fall. She pulled out her wand and fixed the picture frame and replaced it on the mantle. It was an old school picture of her and her friends at Hogwarts. She had been so busy with the Wisely case that she had neglected all of her friends. She was glad that this case was now finally over. Two years abroad was much too long for someone to stay undercover.
She had gotten back to London that morning and spent all day answering phone calls and sending e-mail to everyone who was asking for her, and after all that she felt even more tired than when she had gone off and hunted down the baby serial killer. She changed into her pajamas and went down stairs to get herself a glass of water, she had just made it to the bottom steps of the staircase when she heard a scratching on her front door. She made to go see what it was when her phone rang. She went to the phone and answered it.
"Hello,"she said.
"Hermione," screamed the voice, "are you really back?!"
"Hey Harry," she said,"listen it's a little late, why don't you call me later. . . like in the morning."
"Oh, sorry,"said Harry, "I completely forgot that we're not in the same time zones anymore."
"It's alright," said Hermione, "call me in the morning,"
"Ok, bye"
"Bye."
She went into the kitchen and poured herself a tall glass of water, and made her way upstairs. Suddenly there came the scratching on her front door again. Sighing, she went down the stairs again and opened the door. What she found there was a total surprise. The was a dirty, soaking wet, pure white dog, sitting on her welcome mat, looking up at her pleading eyes.
"Oh you poor thing," she said kneeling down to see if the dog had an owner. No collar. "Guess you're just gonna have to spend the night, boy," she said opening the door and letting the dog into her house. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell to clean the dog's fur. After that the dog jumped up and gave her a big wet kiss all over her face.
"You're welcome," she said and she lead the dog up the stairs and conjured a pillows and blankets in one of the rooms of her empty house and let the dog romp around. It had been a long time since she had a pet. Crookshanks had met his untimely end with a potion gone bad. She never did know who had given her cat the potion, all she knew is that her cat had been poisoned, maybe by an angry colleague, or a spiteful boyfriend. . .
She left dog in the room closing the door behind her. The dog was a strange comfort, like it was someone she already knew. She got into her bed and clapped the lights off.
In the morning she let the dog out of the guest room and pulled out an uncooked steak from the refrigerator for the dog to eat. She watched the dog eat hungrily. All of the sudden the phone rang. It was Harry, she decided to let the machine take it for her since she wasn't feeling like talking with him right now.
"Hey Hermione!! It's Harry, you know one of you're best friends. The guy you've known since the first train ride to Hogwarts? You fought a mountain troll with me? Did you go out early this morning? Don't tell me you forgot that I would be calling you? Or are you just not answering your phone right now? Oh well, hey when you do get this message call me back. How do you feel about watching Phantom of the Opera over on Broadway next week? I've got tickets and you're the only one I know that would actually appreciate muggle arts. Call me and we can make plans," then the beep came and Hermione let out a breath of relief. Of course she would love to go to watch that, she decided to call Harry back later, calling now would just upset her knowing that she was keeping him awake instead of letting him sleep before the biggest game in his entire career.
She turned around and she looked at the dog which was now staring at her with wide eyes.
"Hey boy," said Hermione as she leaned down to pet the dog's furry head, "do ya have a name," she asked the dog in a condescending tone while petting the dog all over. The dog rolled on the ground and started to kick his leg.
"I know what I'll name you," she said thoughtfully, ". . . Dragon." The dog stopped kicking and looked at her again with an almost human expression that Hermione couldn't place.
"How 'bout a walk," she said conjuring a leash out of the air.
******
He had been busy gnawing at the steak she had given, when the phone rang. He listened to the message left by the boy he had detested ever since his youth. He stopped eating and looked up at the woman who had just opened her home to him. 'It can't be,' he thought wildly. 'She can't be Granger,' he reasoned in his head. He must have heard the name wrong on the message. 'If this is Granger then she . . .
"Hey boy," she started. His mind was racing. What he would have done to be able to see in color at that moment. Granger had started to scratch behind his big shaggy ears and he was starting to react like the dog inside him was going to act. He started kicking and whining silently pleading that the feeling would last and end at the same time.
". . . I'll name you Dragon. . ." he heard her say after she was done mercilessly torturing him with pleasure. 'That was actually pretty close to my name . . .' he hadn't heard his real name in such a long time that when she had said Dragon, it actually sparked something inside him. Nostalgia. He missed his old life, but he knew that he also deserved this punishment. Remorse. Everyone thought he had gone off and joined an elites group of muggle hating wizards that night he disappeared. But no one knew that HE, Draco Malfoy had been turned into the animal he had most represented himself as over the past seven years of Hogwarts. A dog. He knew that he was cursed. Bound to live life after life as a dog until he could break the spell cast upon him, but how can he, he didn't even remember what curse the old hag used upon him let alone the effects of the potion she used against him. During his musings he didn't notice that he was being led outside and was walking around the neighborhood streets of London.
*****
It had been almost two months since Hermione had adopted Dragon, her vacation was coming up and she was looking over some pamphlets for vacation spots. 'It has to be a hotel that will accommodate me and Dragon.'
Dragon was sleeping on the bed curled up into a ball of white fur. She lay down on the bed and clapped for the lights to go off. Dragon got up and positioned himself next to Hermione and the edge of the bed. Hermione smiled. She liked to think that Dragon was almost expressing human emotions. She fell asleep and dreamed happily of her upcoming vacation.
*****
Draco slumped his head against one of the pillows at the head of the bed next to Hermione. Thanks to two months of close bonding he grew to find that the mudblood wasn't all that bad. His dog senses had heightened his ability to smell and as he lay there he caught a big whiff of the Hermione's lotion. Cucumber Melon. He liked it. He didn't have to go about running from dog catchers and he didn't have to worry if his owners were going to get him spayed. He lifted his shaggy head and looked over at the now sleeping Hermione, he felt a sudden jolt throughout his body. Then with a silent pop, he was laying there next to Hermione in his human form.
He looked at his hands oddly. It had been so long since he had last had opposable thumbs. He was also shocked that even though dark, he could tell apart his colors. He sighed, times when he would return to his human form never lasted long enough, as soon as someone became aware of his presence he would go back. 'Thank god, you're a heavy sleeper Granger,' he thought to himself as he turned to look at the brunette. She was sleeping peacefully, not even aware of the miracle that had just happened next to her. She grumbled in her sleep.
Draco smiled, she had grown to be a beautiful woman. He made to wrap his arms around her and to his surprise she buried herself into his chest. They spent the rest of the night like that. Him smiling and holding her in his arms in content, and her completely unaware of the man whose arms were comfortably engulfing her all through the night.
She started to stir, and with another silent pop, Draco returned to his animal form and awoke disappointed.
'Never last long enough,' he thought as he jumped off the bed and making his way downstairs for his morning walk.
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Adoption
Hermione turned her computer off for good, and went to go get ready for bed. She knocked over an old picture frame. She bent over to pick it up and was sad to see that the glass had shattered during the fall. She pulled out her wand and fixed the picture frame and replaced it on the mantle. It was an old school picture of her and her friends at Hogwarts. She had been so busy with the Wisely case that she had neglected all of her friends. She was glad that this case was now finally over. Two years abroad was much too long for someone to stay undercover.
She had gotten back to London that morning and spent all day answering phone calls and sending e-mail to everyone who was asking for her, and after all that she felt even more tired than when she had gone off and hunted down the baby serial killer. She changed into her pajamas and went down stairs to get herself a glass of water, she had just made it to the bottom steps of the staircase when she heard a scratching on her front door. She made to go see what it was when her phone rang. She went to the phone and answered it.
"Hello,"she said.
"Hermione," screamed the voice, "are you really back?!"
"Hey Harry," she said,"listen it's a little late, why don't you call me later. . . like in the morning."
"Oh, sorry,"said Harry, "I completely forgot that we're not in the same time zones anymore."
"It's alright," said Hermione, "call me in the morning,"
"Ok, bye"
"Bye."
She went into the kitchen and poured herself a tall glass of water, and made her way upstairs. Suddenly there came the scratching on her front door again. Sighing, she went down the stairs again and opened the door. What she found there was a total surprise. The was a dirty, soaking wet, pure white dog, sitting on her welcome mat, looking up at her pleading eyes.
"Oh you poor thing," she said kneeling down to see if the dog had an owner. No collar. "Guess you're just gonna have to spend the night, boy," she said opening the door and letting the dog into her house. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell to clean the dog's fur. After that the dog jumped up and gave her a big wet kiss all over her face.
"You're welcome," she said and she lead the dog up the stairs and conjured a pillows and blankets in one of the rooms of her empty house and let the dog romp around. It had been a long time since she had a pet. Crookshanks had met his untimely end with a potion gone bad. She never did know who had given her cat the potion, all she knew is that her cat had been poisoned, maybe by an angry colleague, or a spiteful boyfriend. . .
She left dog in the room closing the door behind her. The dog was a strange comfort, like it was someone she already knew. She got into her bed and clapped the lights off.
In the morning she let the dog out of the guest room and pulled out an uncooked steak from the refrigerator for the dog to eat. She watched the dog eat hungrily. All of the sudden the phone rang. It was Harry, she decided to let the machine take it for her since she wasn't feeling like talking with him right now.
"Hey Hermione!! It's Harry, you know one of you're best friends. The guy you've known since the first train ride to Hogwarts? You fought a mountain troll with me? Did you go out early this morning? Don't tell me you forgot that I would be calling you? Or are you just not answering your phone right now? Oh well, hey when you do get this message call me back. How do you feel about watching Phantom of the Opera over on Broadway next week? I've got tickets and you're the only one I know that would actually appreciate muggle arts. Call me and we can make plans," then the beep came and Hermione let out a breath of relief. Of course she would love to go to watch that, she decided to call Harry back later, calling now would just upset her knowing that she was keeping him awake instead of letting him sleep before the biggest game in his entire career.
She turned around and she looked at the dog which was now staring at her with wide eyes.
"Hey boy," said Hermione as she leaned down to pet the dog's furry head, "do ya have a name," she asked the dog in a condescending tone while petting the dog all over. The dog rolled on the ground and started to kick his leg.
"I know what I'll name you," she said thoughtfully, ". . . Dragon." The dog stopped kicking and looked at her again with an almost human expression that Hermione couldn't place.
"How 'bout a walk," she said conjuring a leash out of the air.
******
He had been busy gnawing at the steak she had given, when the phone rang. He listened to the message left by the boy he had detested ever since his youth. He stopped eating and looked up at the woman who had just opened her home to him. 'It can't be,' he thought wildly. 'She can't be Granger,' he reasoned in his head. He must have heard the name wrong on the message. 'If this is Granger then she . . .
"Hey boy," she started. His mind was racing. What he would have done to be able to see in color at that moment. Granger had started to scratch behind his big shaggy ears and he was starting to react like the dog inside him was going to act. He started kicking and whining silently pleading that the feeling would last and end at the same time.
". . . I'll name you Dragon. . ." he heard her say after she was done mercilessly torturing him with pleasure. 'That was actually pretty close to my name . . .' he hadn't heard his real name in such a long time that when she had said Dragon, it actually sparked something inside him. Nostalgia. He missed his old life, but he knew that he also deserved this punishment. Remorse. Everyone thought he had gone off and joined an elites group of muggle hating wizards that night he disappeared. But no one knew that HE, Draco Malfoy had been turned into the animal he had most represented himself as over the past seven years of Hogwarts. A dog. He knew that he was cursed. Bound to live life after life as a dog until he could break the spell cast upon him, but how can he, he didn't even remember what curse the old hag used upon him let alone the effects of the potion she used against him. During his musings he didn't notice that he was being led outside and was walking around the neighborhood streets of London.
*****
It had been almost two months since Hermione had adopted Dragon, her vacation was coming up and she was looking over some pamphlets for vacation spots. 'It has to be a hotel that will accommodate me and Dragon.'
Dragon was sleeping on the bed curled up into a ball of white fur. She lay down on the bed and clapped for the lights to go off. Dragon got up and positioned himself next to Hermione and the edge of the bed. Hermione smiled. She liked to think that Dragon was almost expressing human emotions. She fell asleep and dreamed happily of her upcoming vacation.
*****
Draco slumped his head against one of the pillows at the head of the bed next to Hermione. Thanks to two months of close bonding he grew to find that the mudblood wasn't all that bad. His dog senses had heightened his ability to smell and as he lay there he caught a big whiff of the Hermione's lotion. Cucumber Melon. He liked it. He didn't have to go about running from dog catchers and he didn't have to worry if his owners were going to get him spayed. He lifted his shaggy head and looked over at the now sleeping Hermione, he felt a sudden jolt throughout his body. Then with a silent pop, he was laying there next to Hermione in his human form.
He looked at his hands oddly. It had been so long since he had last had opposable thumbs. He was also shocked that even though dark, he could tell apart his colors. He sighed, times when he would return to his human form never lasted long enough, as soon as someone became aware of his presence he would go back. 'Thank god, you're a heavy sleeper Granger,' he thought to himself as he turned to look at the brunette. She was sleeping peacefully, not even aware of the miracle that had just happened next to her. She grumbled in her sleep.
Draco smiled, she had grown to be a beautiful woman. He made to wrap his arms around her and to his surprise she buried herself into his chest. They spent the rest of the night like that. Him smiling and holding her in his arms in content, and her completely unaware of the man whose arms were comfortably engulfing her all through the night.
She started to stir, and with another silent pop, Draco returned to his animal form and awoke disappointed.
'Never last long enough,' he thought as he jumped off the bed and making his way downstairs for his morning walk.
A/N: OKAY YOU GUYS WHAT DO YA THINK??? LIKE IT, STOP IT, CONCENTRATE ON YOUR OTHER STORY?? TELL ME, I WANNA KNOW. IF THIS STORY ISN'T GOING TO GET THE SAME RESPONSE AS ***UNEXPECTED SERIES OF EVENTS*** THEN I MIGHT AS WELL STOP IT RIGHT?? WELL IF YOU GUYS THINK I SHOULD KEEP THIS STORY ALIVE THEN REVIEW, IF YOU DON'T THIS STORY SHOULD GO ON LIVING REVIEW. IT'LL HURT MY FEELINGS AND PROBABLY MAKE ME CRY BUT I'LL GET OVER IT. *SNIFF* I PROMISE. *SNIFF* *SNIFF* I'LL SURVIVE. *SNIFF* BUUUTTTT IF THERE IS ANYONE OUT THERE WHO THINKS THAT MY STORY HAS A CHANCE TO GO ON FIGHTING, THEN PLEASE LEAVE A NICE LONG REVIEW. I LOVE YOU GUYS. BUT I LOVE THOSE WHO REVIEW MORE ^^ LOL. SO DO ME A FAVOR AND PRESS THAT LITTLE BUTTON THAT SAYS REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE
SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!!!