1 Daughter of a Snake
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Angel and the Granger's house. The rest of the characters, places, and objects are all J.K.R's.
A/N: This is my second D/Hr ficcy and I really suck at writing them. And this is another dare! Well, my first ficcy isn't finished and all, but I ran out of ideas for it! Fortunately, I came up with ideas for this ficcy and now the awful dare is off my shoulders! Oh, um… it doesn't mention this in the story, but… Mr. And Mrs. Granger (Hermione's parents) died protecting their daughter from evil Voldemort! * Sobs and starts crying* Well, enjoy!
2 Chapter One: Here I Come, Hogwarts! (I suck at thinking up of titles!)
Hermione's P.O.V.
I sat watching my daughter, Angel Sunshine Granger, sleep. She had her father's hair, platinum blonde, and I let her highlight her hair silver, a little bit of hot pink, and she decided to highlight her hair forest green. Silver and green. The two colors that make up the Slytherin house. She decided to highlight her hair the colors of the Slytherin house. Why not red and gold? The Griffindor house colors. But seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking that night? Was I drunk? Maybe! Who knows what I was doing when I told Lavender that I'd be going to her little party? But why Malfoy? Of all the people that it might have been, it just happens to be Malfoy next to me, in bed…naked, the next morning! And now, I'm stuck with his child! He fathered this child. Not Harry, Ron, Seamus, or Dean, Malfoy! The disgusting, slimy, Slytherin scum, Draco Malfoy fathered my daughter. What the hell was I thinking? Thinking? I wasn't thinking!
But why? Why did she choose silver and green? Looking at her hair makes me think of the night I had with Malfoy! Silver and green. Those were the Slytherin house colors. The house where most of the dark wizards were sorted in. What if she gets sorted into Slytherin? No, she wouldn't. Purebloods are Slytherins. Well, only purebloods get sorted into Slytherin. Halfbloods? Not a chance! So now, she could get sorted into Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Griffindor. How many times do I have to tell that to myself? How many times do I have to tell myself that she has no chance or getting into Slytherin and how many times do I have to scold myself for what happened nine years ago with Malfoy? Funny! Harry and Ron don't know who fathered Angel. If they did…Malfoy would be dead by now. But, I have no intention telling them.
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3 Next Morning
"Mom!" Angel's voice rang through the three-storied house. Hermione, Harry, and Ron had repainted the house. They had planned to paint it red and gold, the Griffindor house colors, but Angel wanted to paint snakes and lions. Hermione wanted to paint the house red and gold with lions, but she also wanted Angel's opinion on it, too. It was the house she had lived in since she was born. Hermione had bought it because it was close to the King's Cross. The house had been painted with red and silver, with an eagle in the middle. Angel had said that because they didn't paint it with snakes and lions, they had to paint an eagle in the middle. Hermione didn't want Angel to feel…bad that her house wasn't exactly as she wanted it, so she painted her room with lions and snakes.
"What is it, Angel?" Hermione asked her daughter, coming into her room. "Mom! I don't have anything to wear to school! My favorite skirt-yuck! Smells really bad! And mostly all my shirts are in the laundry! The ones that aren't in the laundry are just plain- well, you know! They all are just too…plain. Mom, can you zap something up for me? Please?" Angel's eyes had filled up with tears and they had a puppy-dog touch to them.
(A/N: Okay, I'll stop here! Just kidding! There's a lot more!)
'What should I do? Say? Um…should I say yes? Or should I say no? Well, first things first,' Hermione thought. "Angel, it isn't called 'zapping objects'. It's called 'magic'. And I can't zap anything out of nowhere for you-" Funny how she cuts me off when I'm giving her my answer. "Mom! I know it's called 'magic' and I know what your answer is gonna be!" Hermione smiled at this. "Hun, you do? Well then, come on!"
At this Angel just stared at her mom. When she got her voice back, she said, "Come on, what?" Hermione smiled at this, too. "You said you knew what my answer was. But I'll finish what I was saying. I can't zap anything out of nowhere when I don't know what kind of clothes you want to wear," Hermione explained. "Really, Mom? Thanks a bunch! You are my savior!" Angel smiled after she thanked her mother.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I don't know how she can smile so…angelic. 'Angel' fits her perfectly. But how did she get silvery blue eyes? The glint of silver was definitely from Malfoy, but the blue? Um…my mother! She had blue eyes! Why didn't I figure it out earlier? I should've known! Too bad my parents aren't here to see their lovely granddaughter.
"Okay, Mom, you ready? Anyway, I want a jean skirt with 'Angel' written on it with diamond and make it on the bottom right corner. Oh, make it a mini. And for my shirt, um…a three-quartered sleeved shirt, and make sure the sleeves are silver, um… and uh…a snake with the words 'spoiled brat' on it. And make sure the words are written with rubies and sapphires. Oh, I want the snake to be coiled up and green. That'll be in the middle part. The color of the middle section should be…um…white. Oh, I want black knee-high boots! And my hair! Um…I want my highlights braided! Got that?"
I smile as my daughter finished telling me what she wanted to wear to school. I just wave my wand and…Presto! All done! "Mom, thank you! And Mom, I want to know who my father is! You will tell me today, right?" I didn't know what to tell her. I search for the right words and find them quicker than I thought I would, "When you're ready…and older. That's when I'll tell you." I see her face drop with disappointment. "Oh! Okay! Oh well! Bye Mom! See you after school! Pick me up, please?" I nod. "Thank you, Mom!" At least she has good manners.
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Two Years Later
"Mom! I got in! I got it! I'm going to Hogwarts! I get to learn magic! Let's go shopping! I need clothes! And…books? A cauldron? Oh, I want an owl for my pet! Can we go now?" Angel asked her mother. Hermione couldn't help smiling.
Hermione's P.O.V.
This was my reaction when I got my letter into Hogwarts, except that I had no idea what Hogwarts was. "Sure we can go to Diagon Alley right now! We'll go shopping tomorrow, all right?" Angel was nodding before I even finished. "Let's go to Diagon Alley! All aboard the Floo Powder Express! Yay! I get to floo somewhere!"
I told Angel what to do and I kept repeating, 'Say Diagon Alley very clearly and tuck in your elbows.' I grabbed a little floo powder and was about to go when Angel interrupted me, "Mom! Let me go first, please? You already told me enough times on what I have to do! You don't have to show me! Please?" Oh well, I guess she wasn't a baby anymore, "Go ahead!" She began to do dances and said, "Diagon Alley! Here I come! Yay!"
~*~*~*
Diagon Alley-1: 00 P.M.
"Oh, this place is big! Where to first?" Angel asked her mom. Hermione replied, "Gringotts! We have to change our money to the money they use here!" Angel's attention had gone from her mother to Diagon Alley. "Angel, follow me!" Angel had turned her attention to her mother. "Sure thing, Mom! Yay!"
'I wonder if I'll see anyone from Hogwarts here. Maybe Ginny and Colin. I think they have a child, but I doubt that their son/daughter will be going to Hogwarts this year. Um…Harry and Cho! I know that they have a daughter named…um…I forgot! Well, I should see them here! Um…how about…Ron and Lavender? Um, I think they have a son named…um…I should've mailed them more! Great! They probably think that I forgot about them! Oh well! We could catch up later!' Hermione thought.
~*~*~*
Diagon Alley- 6: 00 P.M.
"Mom, I'm tired!" Angel whined, "Are we done?" Hermione herself looked very worn out and all she did to answer her daughter's question was nod. All of a sudden, as if Angel had just gotten re-energized, Angel said, "Mom! We have to get back home! We need to shop for clothes! I know you said we could shop tomorrow, but the whole mall is on sale! 50% off everything in every store! And what time is it? Six o'clock! The sale ends at nine! Only three hours of shopping? I'll never survive! What do I do? We need to get back home- OUCH! Watch where you're going!
Diagon Alley was still full at this time of day and all the customers that were outside were looking at Hermione and Angel. They all gasped! And while the crowd was in this state, Harry, Cho, Ron, Lavender, Ginny, Colin, Lily (Harry and Cho's daughter; eleven years of age), Andrew (Ron and Lavender's son; eleven years of age), Rikku (Colin and Ginny's daughter; eleven years of age), and Aaron (Colin and Ginny's son; eleven years of age) came out of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. When they all saw who was the center of attention, they too, gasped.
~ End chapter one ~
Hello! Enjoyed this chapter? Um…not much else to say! Oh, there will be more D/Hr moments in the next chapter! And well, that's it! Oh, please review! Thanx!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except Angel and the Granger's house. The rest of the characters, places, and objects are all J.K.R's.
A/N: This is my second D/Hr ficcy and I really suck at writing them. And this is another dare! Well, my first ficcy isn't finished and all, but I ran out of ideas for it! Fortunately, I came up with ideas for this ficcy and now the awful dare is off my shoulders! Oh, um… it doesn't mention this in the story, but… Mr. And Mrs. Granger (Hermione's parents) died protecting their daughter from evil Voldemort! * Sobs and starts crying* Well, enjoy!
2 Chapter One: Here I Come, Hogwarts! (I suck at thinking up of titles!)
Hermione's P.O.V.
I sat watching my daughter, Angel Sunshine Granger, sleep. She had her father's hair, platinum blonde, and I let her highlight her hair silver, a little bit of hot pink, and she decided to highlight her hair forest green. Silver and green. The two colors that make up the Slytherin house. She decided to highlight her hair the colors of the Slytherin house. Why not red and gold? The Griffindor house colors. But seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking that night? Was I drunk? Maybe! Who knows what I was doing when I told Lavender that I'd be going to her little party? But why Malfoy? Of all the people that it might have been, it just happens to be Malfoy next to me, in bed…naked, the next morning! And now, I'm stuck with his child! He fathered this child. Not Harry, Ron, Seamus, or Dean, Malfoy! The disgusting, slimy, Slytherin scum, Draco Malfoy fathered my daughter. What the hell was I thinking? Thinking? I wasn't thinking!
But why? Why did she choose silver and green? Looking at her hair makes me think of the night I had with Malfoy! Silver and green. Those were the Slytherin house colors. The house where most of the dark wizards were sorted in. What if she gets sorted into Slytherin? No, she wouldn't. Purebloods are Slytherins. Well, only purebloods get sorted into Slytherin. Halfbloods? Not a chance! So now, she could get sorted into Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Griffindor. How many times do I have to tell that to myself? How many times do I have to tell myself that she has no chance or getting into Slytherin and how many times do I have to scold myself for what happened nine years ago with Malfoy? Funny! Harry and Ron don't know who fathered Angel. If they did…Malfoy would be dead by now. But, I have no intention telling them.
~*~*~*
3 Next Morning
"Mom!" Angel's voice rang through the three-storied house. Hermione, Harry, and Ron had repainted the house. They had planned to paint it red and gold, the Griffindor house colors, but Angel wanted to paint snakes and lions. Hermione wanted to paint the house red and gold with lions, but she also wanted Angel's opinion on it, too. It was the house she had lived in since she was born. Hermione had bought it because it was close to the King's Cross. The house had been painted with red and silver, with an eagle in the middle. Angel had said that because they didn't paint it with snakes and lions, they had to paint an eagle in the middle. Hermione didn't want Angel to feel…bad that her house wasn't exactly as she wanted it, so she painted her room with lions and snakes.
"What is it, Angel?" Hermione asked her daughter, coming into her room. "Mom! I don't have anything to wear to school! My favorite skirt-yuck! Smells really bad! And mostly all my shirts are in the laundry! The ones that aren't in the laundry are just plain- well, you know! They all are just too…plain. Mom, can you zap something up for me? Please?" Angel's eyes had filled up with tears and they had a puppy-dog touch to them.
(A/N: Okay, I'll stop here! Just kidding! There's a lot more!)
'What should I do? Say? Um…should I say yes? Or should I say no? Well, first things first,' Hermione thought. "Angel, it isn't called 'zapping objects'. It's called 'magic'. And I can't zap anything out of nowhere for you-" Funny how she cuts me off when I'm giving her my answer. "Mom! I know it's called 'magic' and I know what your answer is gonna be!" Hermione smiled at this. "Hun, you do? Well then, come on!"
At this Angel just stared at her mom. When she got her voice back, she said, "Come on, what?" Hermione smiled at this, too. "You said you knew what my answer was. But I'll finish what I was saying. I can't zap anything out of nowhere when I don't know what kind of clothes you want to wear," Hermione explained. "Really, Mom? Thanks a bunch! You are my savior!" Angel smiled after she thanked her mother.
Hermione's P.O.V.
I don't know how she can smile so…angelic. 'Angel' fits her perfectly. But how did she get silvery blue eyes? The glint of silver was definitely from Malfoy, but the blue? Um…my mother! She had blue eyes! Why didn't I figure it out earlier? I should've known! Too bad my parents aren't here to see their lovely granddaughter.
"Okay, Mom, you ready? Anyway, I want a jean skirt with 'Angel' written on it with diamond and make it on the bottom right corner. Oh, make it a mini. And for my shirt, um…a three-quartered sleeved shirt, and make sure the sleeves are silver, um… and uh…a snake with the words 'spoiled brat' on it. And make sure the words are written with rubies and sapphires. Oh, I want the snake to be coiled up and green. That'll be in the middle part. The color of the middle section should be…um…white. Oh, I want black knee-high boots! And my hair! Um…I want my highlights braided! Got that?"
I smile as my daughter finished telling me what she wanted to wear to school. I just wave my wand and…Presto! All done! "Mom, thank you! And Mom, I want to know who my father is! You will tell me today, right?" I didn't know what to tell her. I search for the right words and find them quicker than I thought I would, "When you're ready…and older. That's when I'll tell you." I see her face drop with disappointment. "Oh! Okay! Oh well! Bye Mom! See you after school! Pick me up, please?" I nod. "Thank you, Mom!" At least she has good manners.
~*~*~*
Two Years Later
"Mom! I got in! I got it! I'm going to Hogwarts! I get to learn magic! Let's go shopping! I need clothes! And…books? A cauldron? Oh, I want an owl for my pet! Can we go now?" Angel asked her mother. Hermione couldn't help smiling.
Hermione's P.O.V.
This was my reaction when I got my letter into Hogwarts, except that I had no idea what Hogwarts was. "Sure we can go to Diagon Alley right now! We'll go shopping tomorrow, all right?" Angel was nodding before I even finished. "Let's go to Diagon Alley! All aboard the Floo Powder Express! Yay! I get to floo somewhere!"
I told Angel what to do and I kept repeating, 'Say Diagon Alley very clearly and tuck in your elbows.' I grabbed a little floo powder and was about to go when Angel interrupted me, "Mom! Let me go first, please? You already told me enough times on what I have to do! You don't have to show me! Please?" Oh well, I guess she wasn't a baby anymore, "Go ahead!" She began to do dances and said, "Diagon Alley! Here I come! Yay!"
~*~*~*
Diagon Alley-1: 00 P.M.
"Oh, this place is big! Where to first?" Angel asked her mom. Hermione replied, "Gringotts! We have to change our money to the money they use here!" Angel's attention had gone from her mother to Diagon Alley. "Angel, follow me!" Angel had turned her attention to her mother. "Sure thing, Mom! Yay!"
'I wonder if I'll see anyone from Hogwarts here. Maybe Ginny and Colin. I think they have a child, but I doubt that their son/daughter will be going to Hogwarts this year. Um…Harry and Cho! I know that they have a daughter named…um…I forgot! Well, I should see them here! Um…how about…Ron and Lavender? Um, I think they have a son named…um…I should've mailed them more! Great! They probably think that I forgot about them! Oh well! We could catch up later!' Hermione thought.
~*~*~*
Diagon Alley- 6: 00 P.M.
"Mom, I'm tired!" Angel whined, "Are we done?" Hermione herself looked very worn out and all she did to answer her daughter's question was nod. All of a sudden, as if Angel had just gotten re-energized, Angel said, "Mom! We have to get back home! We need to shop for clothes! I know you said we could shop tomorrow, but the whole mall is on sale! 50% off everything in every store! And what time is it? Six o'clock! The sale ends at nine! Only three hours of shopping? I'll never survive! What do I do? We need to get back home- OUCH! Watch where you're going!
Diagon Alley was still full at this time of day and all the customers that were outside were looking at Hermione and Angel. They all gasped! And while the crowd was in this state, Harry, Cho, Ron, Lavender, Ginny, Colin, Lily (Harry and Cho's daughter; eleven years of age), Andrew (Ron and Lavender's son; eleven years of age), Rikku (Colin and Ginny's daughter; eleven years of age), and Aaron (Colin and Ginny's son; eleven years of age) came out of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. When they all saw who was the center of attention, they too, gasped.
~ End chapter one ~
Hello! Enjoyed this chapter? Um…not much else to say! Oh, there will be more D/Hr moments in the next chapter! And well, that's it! Oh, please review! Thanx!