"Memories"
He left, slamming the oak door behind him. She looked up towards the family photo to get a closer look. She could see Draco's scowl evident, matching his parents. Heather smiled joyously, looking mismatched and out of place. Tracing a slender finger over the girl, she felt warm tears sliding down her face. She hummed a soft lullaby as she shamelessly wiped away the tear. A heavy fist knocked upon the door. It opened and Mrs. Perkins stepped in. "Come on dearest." she said softy.
Hermione stepped off the bed, delicately. She followed Mrs. Perkins down the hall, where she was brought into a large room with white silk draping the walls and white couches lining the rooms. She sat down her petticoat brushing against her thigh. White roses were in clear vases on marble tables.
"W-what am I doing here?" asked Hermione shakily.
"We are christening you a Malfoy, or we cannot present you."
Hermione nodded, smiling weakly. Mrs. Perkins lifted her wand and a sticky silver paste poured upon her head. It slipped under her top and pooled on her stomach. It sunk in. Instantly the spot became inflamed in pain and a strange, eerie white light was emanating from it. It suddenly stopped and a large imprint of a dragon was left on her tan tummy. She opened her eyes which were flashing silver, blinked, her eyes then returning to brown and smiled.
"Shall we go?" she smiled slyly
Mrs. Perkins smiled and taking Hermione hand, led her to the ballroom. As they were walking Hermione saw something glistening on the floor. She picked it up gently, to see it was a gorgeous silver necklace covered in perfect diamonds. She slowly placed it in her pocket and kept walking. All of a sudden, Mrs. Perkins abruptly stopped walking and turned to face Hermione. She narrowed her eyes, staring at her pocket.
"Stand here." she muttered, pushing Hermione to stand over a large gold circle as she adujusted her hair. As if by magic (No.....really!) Hermione was lifted from the circle, floating in the air. People below her clapped polietely and made comments about the strange girl Lucious happened to adopt after her parents died. Of course many of Lucious' companions knew of Hermione, but were too afraid to call him on it. In black smoke above her the words "Hermione Malfoy" formed.
"Hermione Malfoy?" she thought "I like it."
Hermione landed on the ground, and was ushered to the dance floor by a lad in dark robes, the boy from earlier.
Draco was itching to spoil his fathers' plan and tell her who she was. Not for her sake of course. Yet, his father would have him for dinner!
"So mudbl-I mean Hermione, how are you? It's been so long!" he drawled, trying to sound loving, which is hard for a Malfoy.
"Uh-good." smiled Hermione. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the necklace she had found and slid it over her head. She felt a cold shiver run through her veins. She peered across the room and could see a girl dancing , this girl had long blonde hair, to her elbows, and bright silvery eyes. She was dancing with a young lad, and joy was leaking from her eyes. This girl turned her head and smiled at Hermione. Suddenly Hermione felt cold air rush through her chest and she crashed onto the marble floor.
(A/N //- flashbacks)
/ /Young girl, five years old, running, laughing, long blonde hair flowing, those cold eyes, the hand, the bood, the pain....//
//young girl, bushy brown hair, laughing, woman, brown short hair, cuddling, singing, happiness.....//
//pools of blood, the wand, the falling feeling//
In her mind, Hermione screamed, her blood freezing.
Cold water dripping. Hermione awoke to someone patting her forehead.
"You!" she screamed at Lucious who was standing in the back of the room. "You said you loved me....why?"
"What is God are you speaking of girl?" began Mr. Malfoy. "Little tyke, disoriented." he chuckled towards his wife who was patting Hermione's forehead. Hermione's eyes glowed bright silver and she slumped into the bed, letting out a tiny breath.
"Maybe she should stay in bed..." suggested Naricissa, growing panicky.
Hermione blinked and pulled the comforter close to her.
"Heather!" she gasped "I saw her!"
"Hearing voices." muttered Mr. Malfy "Call the doctor."
Minutes later, a man in white robes appeared before them with a bubbling pink potions and threw it into Hermione's open mouth.
"Give her this every morning," he began "With one cup fithospene.
Narcissa smiled faintly.
"She'll need to be watched for three hours after she falls asleep, as the medicine can cause.....complications during those times." sighed the doctor.
The Malfoys nodded and bid him goodbye. Hermione could here whispers.
"Healthy, yes."
"Just a setback.."
"In time"
"It's perfect!"
"Hmm.." said Narcissa "Lucious you take 8pm-9pm, I'll take 9pm-10pm and Draco will have 10pm-11pm."
"Do I HAVE to?" moaned Draco who was sitting in a chair in the back of the room.
Lucious glared at him.
Narcissa chuckled softly and left the room with Lucious. Draco stood up, and walked over to Hermione, his eyes filled with a mix of hate and confusion. From his pocket he pulled a silver ring and placed it in her hand. He then turned and left.
Hermione fingered the ring and placed it on her finger. She turned and saw a girl with blonde hair and silver eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was dressed in a white nightgown and her hair was braided.
"H-hello." said Hermione approaching the girl.
The girl lifted her chin and pointed to red, double wrap, rope burns.
"Heather." she said in a raspy voice. Eerie music was rushing in Hermione's head.
The song stopped. The girl stepped closer to Hermione, reaching a pale white hand for her hair, then a knock on the door came and the girl faded away.
cliffie :)
He left, slamming the oak door behind him. She looked up towards the family photo to get a closer look. She could see Draco's scowl evident, matching his parents. Heather smiled joyously, looking mismatched and out of place. Tracing a slender finger over the girl, she felt warm tears sliding down her face. She hummed a soft lullaby as she shamelessly wiped away the tear. A heavy fist knocked upon the door. It opened and Mrs. Perkins stepped in. "Come on dearest." she said softy.
Hermione stepped off the bed, delicately. She followed Mrs. Perkins down the hall, where she was brought into a large room with white silk draping the walls and white couches lining the rooms. She sat down her petticoat brushing against her thigh. White roses were in clear vases on marble tables.
"W-what am I doing here?" asked Hermione shakily.
"We are christening you a Malfoy, or we cannot present you."
Hermione nodded, smiling weakly. Mrs. Perkins lifted her wand and a sticky silver paste poured upon her head. It slipped under her top and pooled on her stomach. It sunk in. Instantly the spot became inflamed in pain and a strange, eerie white light was emanating from it. It suddenly stopped and a large imprint of a dragon was left on her tan tummy. She opened her eyes which were flashing silver, blinked, her eyes then returning to brown and smiled.
"Shall we go?" she smiled slyly
Mrs. Perkins smiled and taking Hermione hand, led her to the ballroom. As they were walking Hermione saw something glistening on the floor. She picked it up gently, to see it was a gorgeous silver necklace covered in perfect diamonds. She slowly placed it in her pocket and kept walking. All of a sudden, Mrs. Perkins abruptly stopped walking and turned to face Hermione. She narrowed her eyes, staring at her pocket.
"Stand here." she muttered, pushing Hermione to stand over a large gold circle as she adujusted her hair. As if by magic (No.....really!) Hermione was lifted from the circle, floating in the air. People below her clapped polietely and made comments about the strange girl Lucious happened to adopt after her parents died. Of course many of Lucious' companions knew of Hermione, but were too afraid to call him on it. In black smoke above her the words "Hermione Malfoy" formed.
"Hermione Malfoy?" she thought "I like it."
Hermione landed on the ground, and was ushered to the dance floor by a lad in dark robes, the boy from earlier.
Draco was itching to spoil his fathers' plan and tell her who she was. Not for her sake of course. Yet, his father would have him for dinner!
"So mudbl-I mean Hermione, how are you? It's been so long!" he drawled, trying to sound loving, which is hard for a Malfoy.
"Uh-good." smiled Hermione. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the necklace she had found and slid it over her head. She felt a cold shiver run through her veins. She peered across the room and could see a girl dancing , this girl had long blonde hair, to her elbows, and bright silvery eyes. She was dancing with a young lad, and joy was leaking from her eyes. This girl turned her head and smiled at Hermione. Suddenly Hermione felt cold air rush through her chest and she crashed onto the marble floor.
(A/N //- flashbacks)
/ /Young girl, five years old, running, laughing, long blonde hair flowing, those cold eyes, the hand, the bood, the pain....//
//young girl, bushy brown hair, laughing, woman, brown short hair, cuddling, singing, happiness.....//
//pools of blood, the wand, the falling feeling//
In her mind, Hermione screamed, her blood freezing.
Cold water dripping. Hermione awoke to someone patting her forehead.
"You!" she screamed at Lucious who was standing in the back of the room. "You said you loved me....why?"
"What is God are you speaking of girl?" began Mr. Malfoy. "Little tyke, disoriented." he chuckled towards his wife who was patting Hermione's forehead. Hermione's eyes glowed bright silver and she slumped into the bed, letting out a tiny breath.
"Maybe she should stay in bed..." suggested Naricissa, growing panicky.
Hermione blinked and pulled the comforter close to her.
"Heather!" she gasped "I saw her!"
"Hearing voices." muttered Mr. Malfy "Call the doctor."
Minutes later, a man in white robes appeared before them with a bubbling pink potions and threw it into Hermione's open mouth.
"Give her this every morning," he began "With one cup fithospene.
Narcissa smiled faintly.
"She'll need to be watched for three hours after she falls asleep, as the medicine can cause.....complications during those times." sighed the doctor.
The Malfoys nodded and bid him goodbye. Hermione could here whispers.
"Healthy, yes."
"Just a setback.."
"In time"
"It's perfect!"
"Hmm.." said Narcissa "Lucious you take 8pm-9pm, I'll take 9pm-10pm and Draco will have 10pm-11pm."
"Do I HAVE to?" moaned Draco who was sitting in a chair in the back of the room.
Lucious glared at him.
Narcissa chuckled softly and left the room with Lucious. Draco stood up, and walked over to Hermione, his eyes filled with a mix of hate and confusion. From his pocket he pulled a silver ring and placed it in her hand. He then turned and left.
Hermione fingered the ring and placed it on her finger. She turned and saw a girl with blonde hair and silver eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was dressed in a white nightgown and her hair was braided.
"H-hello." said Hermione approaching the girl.
The girl lifted her chin and pointed to red, double wrap, rope burns.
"Heather." she said in a raspy voice. Eerie music was rushing in Hermione's head.
The song stopped. The girl stepped closer to Hermione, reaching a pale white hand for her hair, then a knock on the door came and the girl faded away.
cliffie :)