The Years That Pass
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Never will. Don't sue. For serious.
BLUE MOON
"Hey Hermione! It's Ron. Have you heard about the Blue Moon Festival?? It's coming up and maybe you could take a break from spoiling your dog and come out from your hole and hang with the Order. We haven't seen you in a long time and Ginny starting to think that you hate us. You don't do you? I'm hearing threats Hermione. Come down. Please. Harry's coming to town that week . . . it'll be just like old times. They're having it on the old druid lands, by Stonehenge, please call me back to tell me that you are coming. It wouldn't be as fun with out you. Plus the Blue Moon Festival only comes once in a . . . well. . . BLUE MOON! So you just can't sit this one out. You only live once right??"
*****
Hermione hummed to herself softly as she drove the winding rode to Stonehenge. She knew that when Ron started to make sense that it was time to take back her title as Queen Know-It-All. She turned her head around to take a look at Dragon. He was sleeping soundly as if he weren't even in a car. He didn't look that well, and she concluded that it was probably motion sickness and let him sleep.
She took an old road into the old druid grounds and pulled up next to shabbier cars. She turned the engine off and checked her face in the mirror. The woman that looked back at her, was very different from the girl she once was.
Her hair no longer bushy to the extremes, but slightly wavy and way tamer than when she was a girl. But everything else was the same, why did she think she had changed so much? She still had the same face, only slightly matured. It was the Hermione on the inside that had changed. Even though she was still the bossy, plethora of knowledge she was in school; she was tougher than when she was as a teen. She could thank Voldemort for that.
He had taken away everything that could have made life worth living for. She was with Harry when he faced the Dark Lord. She had been there as wizards from the order dropped down to the floor like flies. She was there when Moody's eye finally stopped spinning madly in its socket. Many people dead, wizards, mudbloods, squibs, and muggles alike. All because of HIM.
Arabella Figg, who had become somewhat of a mentor to her before she died protecting Harry, had told Hermione on the eve of her death, that she should get ready to let go of the ones she loved, for the better of others. Hermione still mourned her death even now, years after Hogwarts, years after everything. . .
*****
Draco was not feeling well that day. He thought that maybe fresh air might clear his condition up. They got to the grounds where wizards and witches were merrily chatting with each other. There were booths and entertainment all over the grounds. His tail wagged half-heartedly. Hermione was leading him through a maze of cloaks and legs. He looked up and faintly recognized the people she was now talking to. It was Scar Head, and the Weasel family. He decided to have his own fun today and lifted his leg. . .
"Oi," screamed Ron. Suddenly becoming aware of his wet pant leg, he pulled out his wand and muttered a drying spell, then a cleaning spell.
"Your dog peed on me," he screamed at Hermione. She was to busy breaking out in laughter to care.
"You probably deserved it Ron," said Harry also laughing, "you never were that nice to old Dragon."
After the laughter died down, the congratulating of Dragon's stunt to Hermione was done, and Ron was done turning beet red, they all went about talking about old times.
'God they had the most boring lives,' thought Draco to himself. 'I'd have thought they led much more interesting lives, not this "remember when you were head over heals for Cho Chang" sort of mumbo jumbo.'
*****
As day turned into night, Hermione's view on Dragon began to worsen. His tail was all droopy, and was no longer as energetic as he was the day before. She was beginning to worry.
"Hey you guys," she began.
Her friends turned around and listened.
"I think I should be getting home. It's a long drive back to London, and Dragon's not looking so well," she stated.
"Hermione," Ginny started, "you have to at least stay for the fireworks."
"I don't think I'll be missing anything Ginny, really," said Hermione.
So her friends all took their turn hugging Hermione and wishing her a good vacation. She kissed and hugged them all goodbye and waved as she walked her dog back to her car.
"Don't throw up now," she whispered to Dragon as if he were to start coughing up acidic slugs at any moment. She drove home and floated him into her house.
*****
Draco felt horrible and was thankful to be back home. He felt as if his insides were being rearranged by careless hands. He wanted to just go numb all over, just to stop the pain he was going through. His head was throbbing with pain.
It had been hours since they made it back home, and it seemed to Draco that his aches were getting worsening by the minute. He wanted to pass out so bad. It didn't seem to be happening.
Hermione was sitting on her bed looking at him with pity. She had her laptop on the bed and she was researching his symptoms. He was watching her eyes, hoping that they would find the cure to his pain soon. He looked out the low window. He saw the moon in it's entirety. Large and blue, glowing like there was no tomorrow.
Tomorrow was something Draco was starting to think was never going to come.
He felt her eyes on him. Full of pity and sadness. 'What did I eat?' Draco thought to himself. His head was not getting any better. It throbbed madly and loudly as he tried to concentrate on sleep. It was almost midnight.
CRACK!
Hermione looked up for the source of the racket. But what she saw next was something she was not expecting at all. . . .
And the end!!! for now. I promise.
AN: I LOVE YOU GUYS!! I REALLY DIDN'T THINK THAT THERE WOULD BE SUCH A GREAT RESPONSE TO MY THREAT ON **UNEXPECTED SERIES OF EVENTS** (lol shameless promo) I LOVE YOU ALL! THIS CHAPTER IS FOR MY LOVELY REVIEWERS, WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO BUT WAIT FOR ME TO UPDATE MY STORY. GOSH I HOPE THAT'S A VERY SMALL AMOUNT OF PEOPLE. I MEAN IF ALL YOU DO IS WAIT FOR ME TO UPDATE MY STORY. . . THEN YOU MY FRIEND NEED TO DESPERATELY GET A LIFE. ^^
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Disclaimer: I don't own it. Never will. Don't sue. For serious.
BLUE MOON
"Hey Hermione! It's Ron. Have you heard about the Blue Moon Festival?? It's coming up and maybe you could take a break from spoiling your dog and come out from your hole and hang with the Order. We haven't seen you in a long time and Ginny starting to think that you hate us. You don't do you? I'm hearing threats Hermione. Come down. Please. Harry's coming to town that week . . . it'll be just like old times. They're having it on the old druid lands, by Stonehenge, please call me back to tell me that you are coming. It wouldn't be as fun with out you. Plus the Blue Moon Festival only comes once in a . . . well. . . BLUE MOON! So you just can't sit this one out. You only live once right??"
*****
Hermione hummed to herself softly as she drove the winding rode to Stonehenge. She knew that when Ron started to make sense that it was time to take back her title as Queen Know-It-All. She turned her head around to take a look at Dragon. He was sleeping soundly as if he weren't even in a car. He didn't look that well, and she concluded that it was probably motion sickness and let him sleep.
She took an old road into the old druid grounds and pulled up next to shabbier cars. She turned the engine off and checked her face in the mirror. The woman that looked back at her, was very different from the girl she once was.
Her hair no longer bushy to the extremes, but slightly wavy and way tamer than when she was a girl. But everything else was the same, why did she think she had changed so much? She still had the same face, only slightly matured. It was the Hermione on the inside that had changed. Even though she was still the bossy, plethora of knowledge she was in school; she was tougher than when she was as a teen. She could thank Voldemort for that.
He had taken away everything that could have made life worth living for. She was with Harry when he faced the Dark Lord. She had been there as wizards from the order dropped down to the floor like flies. She was there when Moody's eye finally stopped spinning madly in its socket. Many people dead, wizards, mudbloods, squibs, and muggles alike. All because of HIM.
Arabella Figg, who had become somewhat of a mentor to her before she died protecting Harry, had told Hermione on the eve of her death, that she should get ready to let go of the ones she loved, for the better of others. Hermione still mourned her death even now, years after Hogwarts, years after everything. . .
*****
Draco was not feeling well that day. He thought that maybe fresh air might clear his condition up. They got to the grounds where wizards and witches were merrily chatting with each other. There were booths and entertainment all over the grounds. His tail wagged half-heartedly. Hermione was leading him through a maze of cloaks and legs. He looked up and faintly recognized the people she was now talking to. It was Scar Head, and the Weasel family. He decided to have his own fun today and lifted his leg. . .
"Oi," screamed Ron. Suddenly becoming aware of his wet pant leg, he pulled out his wand and muttered a drying spell, then a cleaning spell.
"Your dog peed on me," he screamed at Hermione. She was to busy breaking out in laughter to care.
"You probably deserved it Ron," said Harry also laughing, "you never were that nice to old Dragon."
After the laughter died down, the congratulating of Dragon's stunt to Hermione was done, and Ron was done turning beet red, they all went about talking about old times.
'God they had the most boring lives,' thought Draco to himself. 'I'd have thought they led much more interesting lives, not this "remember when you were head over heals for Cho Chang" sort of mumbo jumbo.'
*****
As day turned into night, Hermione's view on Dragon began to worsen. His tail was all droopy, and was no longer as energetic as he was the day before. She was beginning to worry.
"Hey you guys," she began.
Her friends turned around and listened.
"I think I should be getting home. It's a long drive back to London, and Dragon's not looking so well," she stated.
"Hermione," Ginny started, "you have to at least stay for the fireworks."
"I don't think I'll be missing anything Ginny, really," said Hermione.
So her friends all took their turn hugging Hermione and wishing her a good vacation. She kissed and hugged them all goodbye and waved as she walked her dog back to her car.
"Don't throw up now," she whispered to Dragon as if he were to start coughing up acidic slugs at any moment. She drove home and floated him into her house.
*****
Draco felt horrible and was thankful to be back home. He felt as if his insides were being rearranged by careless hands. He wanted to just go numb all over, just to stop the pain he was going through. His head was throbbing with pain.
It had been hours since they made it back home, and it seemed to Draco that his aches were getting worsening by the minute. He wanted to pass out so bad. It didn't seem to be happening.
Hermione was sitting on her bed looking at him with pity. She had her laptop on the bed and she was researching his symptoms. He was watching her eyes, hoping that they would find the cure to his pain soon. He looked out the low window. He saw the moon in it's entirety. Large and blue, glowing like there was no tomorrow.
Tomorrow was something Draco was starting to think was never going to come.
He felt her eyes on him. Full of pity and sadness. 'What did I eat?' Draco thought to himself. His head was not getting any better. It throbbed madly and loudly as he tried to concentrate on sleep. It was almost midnight.
CRACK!
Hermione looked up for the source of the racket. But what she saw next was something she was not expecting at all. . . .
And the end!!! for now. I promise.
AN: I LOVE YOU GUYS!! I REALLY DIDN'T THINK THAT THERE WOULD BE SUCH A GREAT RESPONSE TO MY THREAT ON **UNEXPECTED SERIES OF EVENTS** (lol shameless promo) I LOVE YOU ALL! THIS CHAPTER IS FOR MY LOVELY REVIEWERS, WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO BUT WAIT FOR ME TO UPDATE MY STORY. GOSH I HOPE THAT'S A VERY SMALL AMOUNT OF PEOPLE. I MEAN IF ALL YOU DO IS WAIT FOR ME TO UPDATE MY STORY. . . THEN YOU MY FRIEND NEED TO DESPERATELY GET A LIFE. ^^
PUSH THE BLUE BUTTON TO KEEP THE CHAPTERS COMING!!
LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE
SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!!