Chapter 3: To Find her "Separate Peace".
Charlotte rolled over onto her side; eyes half open she smiled at the sprawled lazy form of the tall Greek god formed man, otherwise know as Draco Malfoy. Her memory of last night were coming back, she smiled, guess he was worn out from all their night time "activities." (AN: I rated this PG13 but it might cross over to R. and if you're not mature enough to handle the knowledge that they were banging all last night, then don't read it k? In other words I don't want your stupid complaints about how it's too adulty (not a word i know), because if you've ever seen a PG13 movie, it has a ton of sexual content in most of them. Got it? Good.)
"Draco, wake up." Charlotte said shaking his shoulders. He rolled over to face her, a small smile on his face.
"'Lo beautiful," he said as Charlotte blushed deeply.
"Draco we have to get up before anyone comes in," Charlotte said sitting up and pulling the comforter around her. Draco pulled her arm,
"Sleep, it's good for you, besides no servants are allowed to enter without your permission," Draco said pulling on her arm so she'd lie down. Charlotte sighed, looking over her tornado trashed room she decided she might as well sleep; it's not like she wanted to clean up the room anyways. With a shrug she curled up next to Draco.
Draco and Charlotte spent the rest of summer vacation together touring all of Europe. They saw London, they saw France, and they saw a lot of each other's underpants. (LOL, I'm only being honest) Charlotte laughed, she never felt relaxed and at peace with any one other than Draco, he made her laugh, he made her cry, he made her smile, he made her mad. It was as if she found her other half. The other half she had been searching for, ever since she was 10 and her twin sister died she never felt complete, until now.
To the happy couple September 1st came far to early. Early that morning before Draco had woken up Charlotte had gone outside to sit in the old and beautiful oak tree that loomed over the Malfoy grounds; the very one they had carved their names into. With quick and agile skills she reached a sturdy branch she could sit on. She sighed heavily as she swung her legs back and forth and the wind blowing her messy undone curls into her face. She watched the sun rise as she wrapped Draco's big comfy black windbreaker jacket, that fell to her knees and had to be rolled up several times, around her, only dressed in jeans, the gray muscle T-shirt she loved on Draco, and tan mountain climbing boots. As Draco watched her from his window, she never looked more beautiful. That's the thing about love, you know you are in love when you love everything about them, their good side, their bad side, and them as a whole, and Draco and Hermione knew they were head over heels in love.
"Come on Charlotte, I want you to meet everyone." Draco said as he took her hand and led her to the compartment on the train where all his Slytherin friends usually hung out. Charlotte tried to follow after him in 3 inch pale yellow open toed stilettos and a flirty cute sundress with big yellow sunflowers all over. The sundress had a square neck and thin spaghetti straps.
"Hey guys," Draco said stepping into a compartment.
"Charlotte, let me introduce you to Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini (girl), Laurence Higgs (Terrance Higg's younger bro), Alanna "Lani" West, and of course Crabbe and Goyle." Draco said pointing first to a girl with long black hair and blue eyes, a down to earth chick on the inside with her friends and a grade A snob around everyone else. Then a girl with old school auburn curls (think Reese Witherspoon, Legally Blond only auburn instead of blond), pale green eyes and was a easy going boy crazy flirt, Laurence was a hot guy with longish white blond hair falling into his face as he strummed on a guitar oblivious to the rest of the world, a rebellious lone wolf kind of guy, and Lani, a pretty girl with short layered black hair with a natural reddish brown tint and big innocent looking hazel eyes. She had a sophisticated city girl look to her, making her look like a serious diva.
"Oh, so you're Charlotte, I've heard tons about you, what's it like to live in America? I'm only visited New York and Chicago during the summer and winter breaks," Lani said almost immediately, she seemed friendly enough.
"Both New York and Chicago are great once you get past the noise and smog, and of course the crazy traffic, but they have the greatest boutiques and shops." Charlotte said trying to remember what her friend Liz that had moved to New York had said about it. Lani smiled.
"That's what I thought, that's so cool that you've lived in New York and Chicago and still have your English accent," Lani said.
"Thanks.I think." Charlotte said.
"You and Draco make such a cute couple, finally time the boy got serious," Blaise said warmly to Charlotte, while still managing to tease Draco about how he was a player.
"Shut it Blaise," Draco said as Blaise stuck her tongue out at him, and he stuck it back at her. The whole compartment burst out in laughter.
'So this is what it's like to be a Slytherin.' Hermione (yes I intended to say Hermione) thought to herself as she lay her head on Draco's shoulder as his arms were wrapped loosely around her tiny waist after 3 games of Exploding Snap, 4 intense games of chess, couple of beers, and one huge food fight later (they magically cleaned it up) the whole compartment was pooped out. Lani was curled up sleepily next to Laurence, her long time boyfriend, (hey opposites attract) as he played her a few romantic sounding pieces on his guitar. Pansy and Blaise (in their rather drunken state) were sleeping cuddled up to Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione felt a sense of peace surround her, it was almost as if she was. home. In Gryffindor she never belonged, but here.she did.then again CHARLOTTE was the one that had been accepted into the Slytherins tight group.not Hermione Granger. She felt tears well in her eyes, did she really belong anywhere, or was she just a waste of space? She shakily unwrapped his arms from around her waist; biting down on her lip she left the compartment.
"Are you really going to do it?" a voice said behind Hermione as she held the sharp dagger at her throat, Hermione turned her head so she wasn't facing the girl.
"Why do you care, I'm a Slytherin" she said venomously.
"Because, whether or not you're Slytherin or Gryffindor, you're human, flesh and blood, capable of good, or evil. It's your choice, but don't take away the choice before it's made. I don't know what made you want to kill yourself, but it's not worth it, you have some much to live for." The girl said quietly.
"You don't know that, did you ever stop to think you might be saving a criminal?" Hermione asked. The girl smiled.
"Even so, nobody deserves to die until they DESERVE to die," walking over the girl stood in front of Hermione. Hermione almost chocked at the resemblance.
"Harmony?" Hermione gasped, it was like staring in a mirror when she was 11, bushy brown hair an innocent face and bright brown eyes, and only one girl had the same face as she did, but that wasn't possible, Harmony was dead. Hermione dropped the knife, she fell to her knees and cried, and that was where Draco found her a few hours later, curled up in a corner, knees hugging her chest as she stared at the knife lying only a few feet a way, eyes red from her tears. And he did the only thing he could; he sat with her and let her cry, let the tears stain his expensive leather jacket.
AN: I guess Hermione's not all she seems. can there be more mystery to this seemingly simple girl than meets the eye? Does she have her own inner demons to battle? Or is she as carefree as she pretends?
I'll do thanks next chapter. It might be a while though since I haven't plotted out the story line for this story yet unlike some of my others, Jealous Green Eyes and Summertime girl.
Charlotte rolled over onto her side; eyes half open she smiled at the sprawled lazy form of the tall Greek god formed man, otherwise know as Draco Malfoy. Her memory of last night were coming back, she smiled, guess he was worn out from all their night time "activities." (AN: I rated this PG13 but it might cross over to R. and if you're not mature enough to handle the knowledge that they were banging all last night, then don't read it k? In other words I don't want your stupid complaints about how it's too adulty (not a word i know), because if you've ever seen a PG13 movie, it has a ton of sexual content in most of them. Got it? Good.)
"Draco, wake up." Charlotte said shaking his shoulders. He rolled over to face her, a small smile on his face.
"'Lo beautiful," he said as Charlotte blushed deeply.
"Draco we have to get up before anyone comes in," Charlotte said sitting up and pulling the comforter around her. Draco pulled her arm,
"Sleep, it's good for you, besides no servants are allowed to enter without your permission," Draco said pulling on her arm so she'd lie down. Charlotte sighed, looking over her tornado trashed room she decided she might as well sleep; it's not like she wanted to clean up the room anyways. With a shrug she curled up next to Draco.
Draco and Charlotte spent the rest of summer vacation together touring all of Europe. They saw London, they saw France, and they saw a lot of each other's underpants. (LOL, I'm only being honest) Charlotte laughed, she never felt relaxed and at peace with any one other than Draco, he made her laugh, he made her cry, he made her smile, he made her mad. It was as if she found her other half. The other half she had been searching for, ever since she was 10 and her twin sister died she never felt complete, until now.
To the happy couple September 1st came far to early. Early that morning before Draco had woken up Charlotte had gone outside to sit in the old and beautiful oak tree that loomed over the Malfoy grounds; the very one they had carved their names into. With quick and agile skills she reached a sturdy branch she could sit on. She sighed heavily as she swung her legs back and forth and the wind blowing her messy undone curls into her face. She watched the sun rise as she wrapped Draco's big comfy black windbreaker jacket, that fell to her knees and had to be rolled up several times, around her, only dressed in jeans, the gray muscle T-shirt she loved on Draco, and tan mountain climbing boots. As Draco watched her from his window, she never looked more beautiful. That's the thing about love, you know you are in love when you love everything about them, their good side, their bad side, and them as a whole, and Draco and Hermione knew they were head over heels in love.
"Come on Charlotte, I want you to meet everyone." Draco said as he took her hand and led her to the compartment on the train where all his Slytherin friends usually hung out. Charlotte tried to follow after him in 3 inch pale yellow open toed stilettos and a flirty cute sundress with big yellow sunflowers all over. The sundress had a square neck and thin spaghetti straps.
"Hey guys," Draco said stepping into a compartment.
"Charlotte, let me introduce you to Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini (girl), Laurence Higgs (Terrance Higg's younger bro), Alanna "Lani" West, and of course Crabbe and Goyle." Draco said pointing first to a girl with long black hair and blue eyes, a down to earth chick on the inside with her friends and a grade A snob around everyone else. Then a girl with old school auburn curls (think Reese Witherspoon, Legally Blond only auburn instead of blond), pale green eyes and was a easy going boy crazy flirt, Laurence was a hot guy with longish white blond hair falling into his face as he strummed on a guitar oblivious to the rest of the world, a rebellious lone wolf kind of guy, and Lani, a pretty girl with short layered black hair with a natural reddish brown tint and big innocent looking hazel eyes. She had a sophisticated city girl look to her, making her look like a serious diva.
"Oh, so you're Charlotte, I've heard tons about you, what's it like to live in America? I'm only visited New York and Chicago during the summer and winter breaks," Lani said almost immediately, she seemed friendly enough.
"Both New York and Chicago are great once you get past the noise and smog, and of course the crazy traffic, but they have the greatest boutiques and shops." Charlotte said trying to remember what her friend Liz that had moved to New York had said about it. Lani smiled.
"That's what I thought, that's so cool that you've lived in New York and Chicago and still have your English accent," Lani said.
"Thanks.I think." Charlotte said.
"You and Draco make such a cute couple, finally time the boy got serious," Blaise said warmly to Charlotte, while still managing to tease Draco about how he was a player.
"Shut it Blaise," Draco said as Blaise stuck her tongue out at him, and he stuck it back at her. The whole compartment burst out in laughter.
'So this is what it's like to be a Slytherin.' Hermione (yes I intended to say Hermione) thought to herself as she lay her head on Draco's shoulder as his arms were wrapped loosely around her tiny waist after 3 games of Exploding Snap, 4 intense games of chess, couple of beers, and one huge food fight later (they magically cleaned it up) the whole compartment was pooped out. Lani was curled up sleepily next to Laurence, her long time boyfriend, (hey opposites attract) as he played her a few romantic sounding pieces on his guitar. Pansy and Blaise (in their rather drunken state) were sleeping cuddled up to Crabbe and Goyle.
Hermione felt a sense of peace surround her, it was almost as if she was. home. In Gryffindor she never belonged, but here.she did.then again CHARLOTTE was the one that had been accepted into the Slytherins tight group.not Hermione Granger. She felt tears well in her eyes, did she really belong anywhere, or was she just a waste of space? She shakily unwrapped his arms from around her waist; biting down on her lip she left the compartment.
"Are you really going to do it?" a voice said behind Hermione as she held the sharp dagger at her throat, Hermione turned her head so she wasn't facing the girl.
"Why do you care, I'm a Slytherin" she said venomously.
"Because, whether or not you're Slytherin or Gryffindor, you're human, flesh and blood, capable of good, or evil. It's your choice, but don't take away the choice before it's made. I don't know what made you want to kill yourself, but it's not worth it, you have some much to live for." The girl said quietly.
"You don't know that, did you ever stop to think you might be saving a criminal?" Hermione asked. The girl smiled.
"Even so, nobody deserves to die until they DESERVE to die," walking over the girl stood in front of Hermione. Hermione almost chocked at the resemblance.
"Harmony?" Hermione gasped, it was like staring in a mirror when she was 11, bushy brown hair an innocent face and bright brown eyes, and only one girl had the same face as she did, but that wasn't possible, Harmony was dead. Hermione dropped the knife, she fell to her knees and cried, and that was where Draco found her a few hours later, curled up in a corner, knees hugging her chest as she stared at the knife lying only a few feet a way, eyes red from her tears. And he did the only thing he could; he sat with her and let her cry, let the tears stain his expensive leather jacket.
AN: I guess Hermione's not all she seems. can there be more mystery to this seemingly simple girl than meets the eye? Does she have her own inner demons to battle? Or is she as carefree as she pretends?
I'll do thanks next chapter. It might be a while though since I haven't plotted out the story line for this story yet unlike some of my others, Jealous Green Eyes and Summertime girl.