Love. A magic all of it's own Chapter 12: Est-ce que Draco parle français?!, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 12- Est-ce que Draco parle français?!

~*~This extremely confusing chapter is broken into two parts. The first part has a very large French content and those parts where the people are speaking in French is actually written in French. The second part is exactly the same story but all the French bits are translated into English. You may ask why I didn't just do this is in the first place but I think it looks cool with all the French bits. (wow, I repeated French way too many times in that paragraph!)

Any way I hope you like it and don't get too majorly annoyed with the language stuff. My next chapter will have some French but I don't think as much.

Disclaimer: Je le chante dans toutes langues différentes: la, la, la, pas le mien, la, la, la

(I sing it in all different languages: la, la, la, not mine, la, la, la)

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Part one

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"Ah mes petites cheries ! Je suis tres heureuse de vous voir . Et toi
ma/mon cheri(e) il y a longtemps que je ne t' ai pas vu."

The voice from outside her window woke Hermione up and she slowly forced herself upright, rubbing her bleary eyes. Slipping out from underneath the warm covers she walked to the window and looked out. There was a gathering of people standing in the gravelled driveway most of them she recognised; there were the twins, the woman who reminded her of Mrs Weasley and the man who had nearly run her over but there were two other people there as well. A greying woman stood tall and proud as the twins jumped all around her apparently looking for some concealed sweets and next to her stood a boy who looked around Hermione's age with curly dark brown hair and a grin as mischievous as either of the twins. She realised these people must be the twins grandmother and cousin, she felt another twinge of sadness as she thought about her family that must think she was still safe at Hogwarts. Suddenly she realised that Draco wasn't outside with the family and wondered where he was; she turned away from the window not wanting to see any more and gave a small scream and a jump when she saw Draco sitting silently in a chair by the door.

"I thought I'd hide in here with you." He said calmly while she tried to slow her pounding heart.

"Ah, okay but do you think next time you could let me know you are there! You almost gave me a heart attack."

He smiled softly.

"Sorry."

Hermione gaped.

"Sorry?" she repeated. "Did I just hear an apology escape your lips?"

"I do say sorry Hermione. I just don't say it at a drop of the hat. I say sorry if I was truly in the wrong."

"So when do I get an apology for being called mudblood for six years? When do I get the apology for making my potions class absolute hell for me? When do I get an apology for…"

"For being stuck here with me? Well you won't get one because there are things that you don't understand that I have to deal with by myself and that I will not apologise for." Draco's words were laced with a desperation Hermione didn't seem to notice.

"One word Draco. It isn't that hard to say. You said it just a minute ago." Hermione wheedled

"No!" he shouted "because if I say sorry then I will lose it and then my father will take us!"

"What are you talking about?!" Hermione asked becoming extremely exasperated.

"You and me!" seeing her bemused expression he shook his head and started towards the door. "Forget it!" he called back over his shoulder flinging open the door and walking straight into someone on the other side.

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"Oh mon Dieu! Quel bruit! Je croiyais qu' une fille malade etait ici.
Et vous jeune homme, vous allez eliminer une vieille dame comme un
cylindre de vapeur. Quel comportement?"

Hermione stared at the fiery old woman who was obviously angry and shook her head in confusion.

"What was that?" she asked Draco, but he ignored her and turned to the woman bowing his head respectfully.

"Je suis desole madame je ne vous ai pas vu. La dame et moi, avons
eu un desaccord insignifiant mais maintenant tout est fini et nous
ne derangerons plus la maison."

Hermione's mouth dropped open. 'Draco speaks French?' her mind screamed.

The woman's face split into a wide grin which made her look radiant.

"Ah vous parlez francais ! Tres charmant ! Comment vous appelez vous
jeune homme ?"

"Draco madame et celle-ci est Hermione" he nodded at Hermione who guessed he was introducing her and smiled shyly at the woman before turning to Draco.

"I didn't know you spoke French!" she exclaimed almost accusingly.

"Il y a beaucoup de choses que vous ne connaissez pas sur moi Hermione, comme, par exemple, que je vous aime de tout mon coeur!" he said all of this quickly and with obvious anger in his voice before turning and striding out the door.

'Great!' thought Hermione 'what was that all about.' She glanced at the grandmere to see her reaction and she was grinning widely again and shaking her head in a bemused sort of way.

"Amour de jeunesse!" she muttered amusedly which made Hermione wish with all her heart she knew how to understand the lady's native tongue.

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Soon after Draco had left the Mrs Weasley woman came in and explained to Hermione that the old lady wished Hermione to call her grandmere same as everyone else and that she wanted to look after Hermione as she used to be a nurse. Hermione was feeling tired again and simply nodded not caring who was looking after her as long as she could sleep some more. Grandmere hovered around her fluffing pillows and humming a song under her breath which made Hermione feel cosy and safe. When she had been dozing for quite some time the curly haired boy appeared in the door way and drank in the sight of Hermione curled up in the bed. She looked beautiful and truly took his breath away.

"Oh" he breathed, "Elle est tres belle n'est pas grandmere?"

"Oui Nicolas, elle est charmante mais elle est amoureuse d' un autre
garcon. S' il te plait ne t' occupe pas de son coeur . Elle est deja
tres confuse!"

"Je ne m' occupe pas de coeurs grandmere. Cependant, je ne peux pas
garantir qu' elle ne sera pas amoureuse de moi!" and with one more sweeping glance across Hermione's slumbering form he strolled off down the corridor.

"Ah petite Hermione . Je peux comprendre que tu es en train de faire
des choses interessantes !" grandmere muttered chuckling softly and smoothing down her covers.

Hermione stirred slightly when she heard her name but soon fell into a deep dreamless sleep unaware of the chaos that would ensue once she awoke.

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~*~ So that was part one of chapter 12 and I hope you all enjoyed it. The French is as close as I can get it but if you have any corrections or suggestions please mention them in you review (hint, hint, nudge, nudge). I think Part Two loses something in the translation but you will get to know what it was Draco said when he stormed out of her room. His words are very important to the storyline. Please enjoy the English version!

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Part Two chapter 12- Draco speaks French?!

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"Ah. My little darlings. how good it is to see you again! And you my dear, it has been too long."

"I thought I'd hide in here with you." He said calmly while she tried to slow her pounding heart.

"Ah, okay but do you think next time you could let me know you are there! You almost gave me a heart attack."

He smiled softly.

"Sorry."

Hermione gaped.

"Sorry?" she repeated. "Did I just hear an apology escape your lips?"

"I do say sorry Hermione. I just don't say it at a drop of the hat. I say sorry if I was truly in the wrong."

"So when do I get an apology for being called mudblood for six years? When do I get the apology for making my potions class absolute hell for me? When do I get an apology for…"

"One word Draco. It isn't that hard to say. You said it just a minute ago." Hermione wheedled

"No!" he shouted "because if I say sorry then I will lose it and then my father will take us!"

"What are you talking about?!" Hermione asked becoming extremely exasperated.

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"Goodness me! What a noise, I thought there was supposed to be a sick young lady in here. And you young man nearly flattening an old lady like a steam roller! Where are your manners?"

Hermione stared at the fiery old woman who was obviously angry and shook her head in confusion.

"What was that?" she asked Draco, but he ignored her and turned to the woman bowing his head respectfully.

"I am the very sorry madam, I did not see you there. The lady and I have had a slight disagreement but it is all behind us now and we will not disturb the house again."

Hermione's mouth dropped open. 'Draco speaks French?' her mind screamed.

The woman's face split into a wide grin which made her look radiant.

"Ah you speak French! How lovely, what is your name young man?"

"Draco, madam, and this is Hermione." he nodded at Hermione who guessed he was introducing her and smiled shyly at the woman before turning to Draco.

"I didn't know you spoke French!" she exclaimed almost accusingly.

"There is a lot you don't know about me, Hermione. Like for example that I love you with all my heart!" he said all of this quickly and with obvious anger in his voice before turning and striding out the door.

'Great!' thought Hermione 'what was that all about.' She glanced at the grandmere to see her reaction and she was grinning widely again and shaking her head in a bemused sort of way.

" Young love!" she muttered amusedly which made Hermione wish with all her heart she knew how to understand the lady's native tongue.

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Oh" he breathed, "she is very beautiful isn't she, grandmere?"

"Yes, Nicolas, she is lovely but she is in love with another. Please don't mess with her heart, she is confused enough as it is!"

"I do not mess with hearts grandmere. However, I can't guarantee that she won't fall in love with me instead!" and with one more sweeping glance across Hermione's slumbering form he strolled off down the corridor.

"Ah little Hermione, I can sense that you are going to make things here very interesting!" grandmere muttered chuckling softly and smoothing down her covers.

Hermione stirred slightly when she heard her name but soon fell into a deep dreamless sleep unaware of the chaos that would ensue once she awoke.

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~*~ Well it is getting fluffier. Poor Draco. Now he has Nicolas to contend with. I hope you all liked this strange road I've started to go down because I'm finding it a lot of fun to write. I won't have any thankyou's in this chapter because I've only just uploaded chapter 11 and there aren't enough reviews yet to warrant it. Don't worry if you have already reviewed chapter 11, I haven't forgotten you on the contrary I love you to pieces; you will be mentioned next chapter. Au revoir for now!

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