Abandoned
Chapter 4
"Bitter Seas"
POEM IS WRITTEN BY ME!!!!
Wow! I haven't updated in such a long time! Sorry, schools been so HECTIC! I'm running for homecoming queen and I'm so nervous. OMG! Homecoming is this weekend! My boyfriend just broke up w/ me, so I'm going with friends out to dinner and to the dance. Anyways, I've been having problems in chemistry, and I've had trouble writing. But I'm back and I'm going to try and update more often!
To my reviewers:
Hpangel: Thanks! It was like 2am and I was out of it :-D
TZAMZ: Of course I remember you! Ya know, I think I may start an R and NC-17 Hr/D site…would you go?
Rorey126: Maybe :-D
angel monkey: Gosh! Soul Searching is my absolute favorite story, so hurry your booty up and post!
Keshia: Ah, you've been taken over by the evil review bunnies.
Hermione-Ann-Potter: I'm flattered! I'll continue :-D
Maren: Thanks! Keep reviewing!
Here we go…
Hermione sat up and scooted from the bed and hurried out in the living area to grab her clothes. She dressed quickly and went back over to Draco. A single tear slid over her cheek as she kissed his forehead.
"I'll see you soon." she choked. Draco smiled and nodded. "I know. No one can resist this!" he ran a hand across his abdomen.
Hermione forced a laugh. She turned to leave, her skirt swishing around her hips.
"I'm an…adulteress." she whispered harshly to herself as she apparated into her car. She started the engine and began to drive in the opposite direction of her home. She drove until she pulled into the driveway of a modest home on the corner. Walking quickly, she wiped her eyes, and reached the front door. KNOCK! She banged with her fist. The door creaked open, and a petite girl with short blonde hair that just curled under her chin, blue eyes, and light freckles, stepped out.
"Hi Hermione." she said in a sugar-sweet voice.
"Hi Lavender." Hermione grinned, staring Lavender up and down. Lavender certainly had changed in the year since Hogwarts. She had pink robes in hand and was decked in a lilac sweater-set, a white linen skirt dotted with pink flowers, and white t-strap shoes.
"I was just leaving. I have to get to the University." Lavender explained.
"Oh really? What are you studying?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Unicorns. I want to work with them in Russia, what about you?"
"Oh, I had planned on going to the university, but with my daughter and Harry, I just don't have the time." Hermione frowned.
"Oh. Well I better get going. See you later Hermione." Lavender apparated away from the door.
Hermione lifted her hand and knocked on the ajar door, noticing a blatant redhead coming to the door.
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hermione! How have you been?" Ron said enthusiastically, holding her at arms length.
"I've been ok, how about you?"
"Great. I haven't seen you in a while. You and Harry have been so out of touch since you got married." he frowned.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I've just so overloaded with Rianne and all. Are you and Lavender getting serious?" Hermione grew red.
Ron looked downward. "Yeah kind of." he managed to mumble, looking like a twelve year old again.
Hermione laughed. "Well, you looked happy. This home is great! You've worked so hard for it." Ron nodded, his ears going pink.
"I've missed you a lot." Hermione admitted "But I'm here for more important matters."
"Right. Come on in." Ron beckoned Hermione into the house and led her into a small living room.
"So," Ron started as he plopped onto the couch "What do you need?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "What would you say if I told you that I wasn't in love with Harry?"
Ron's eyebrows shot upwards. "What? When did this start? I can't believe this!" he sputtered.
"Ron, to be honest, I've never been in love with Harry. I love him as a dear friend, I really do, but he isn't my soul-mate." Hermione explained.
"I understand, but why in the world did you marry him?" Ron asked curiously, standing up.
"Rianne." Hermione's voice rasped quietly.
"Hermione, I'm honestly shocked, but I'm not angry, ok?"
Hermione nodded, fighting back tears. "What do I do?"
"I don't know. This is something you need to do for yourself. Just don't hurt Harry."
"Ron, I'm scared. Harry's changed, he's been so different since that encounter with Voldemort." Ron shuddered.
"I-I know. He's still Harry though. He's still my best friend." Ron said quickly, placing a strong hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"You've changed as well. You're more mature."
"I'd hope so." Ron laughed. "Well, I've got to head off to work, alright?"
"Sure. I'll visit again soon." Hermione managed a weak smile, before hugging Ron tightly and left the house and getting into her car.
Hermione made the ten-minute drive back to the daycare center and hurried inside to pick up Rianne. Rianne came trotting out, her long black pigtails flailing behind her.
"Mommy!" Rianne giggled, latching onto Hermione's leg.
"Hi cutie. Let's get going." Hermione scooped up Rianne and carried her out into the car.
"How was daycare?" Hermione asked as she buckled Rianne into her seat.
"We played duck-duck -goose!" Rianne said enthusiastically. Hermione chuckled and started up the car. Rain began to splatter onto the road as Hermione drove, blinding her vision. By the time she had pulled into the driveway, she was fully exhausted from the driving.
"Mmm." Hermione murmured as she added carrots to the steaming liquid in her pot. It had been a long time since she'd made a meal by hand. Rianne was occupied across the kitchen with her toy broom.
"Look mommy!!!!" Rianne screeched, letting the broom hover a foot or so off the ground.
"Wow Rianne. You're fit to be a quidditch star one day." Hermione looked over at her daughter in pride.
"Wee!" Rianne yelled as she moved forward. Bump. "Oops." Rianne giggled as she hit the counter and toppled to the ground. Hermione could hear the door opening and the loud sound of shoes on marble coming down the hall.
"I'm home." Harry Potter murmured as he entered the kitchen, running a hand through his black mess. "Dinner smells good." he complimented.
"I decided to do it the muggle way for a change." Hermione said softly, waving her hand to waft the steam towards her face.
"You aren't going back to the muggle ways are you? I thought we discussed this!" Harry said nervously.
"I don't know why it matters so much. And, no I am not." Hermione retorted.
"I want my daughter brought up in a good magic home that's all." Harry explained, picking up Rianne and kissing her on the forehead.
"Anyway, I was going to tell you that I got called away on business in Romania this weekend. So, you'll be on your own." Harry continued, leaning over her shoulder. "Well I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Harry returned just as dinner was finished. He took a seat at the table and placed Rianne in her booster.
"I hope you like it. My mother used to make it all the time when I was a little child." Hermione said nervously, spooning the hot soup into glass bowls for Harry, Rianne, and herself.
"How was your day?" Harry inquired, taking a gulp of the soup.
"Oh, it was boring. I dropped Rianne off at daycare, ran some errands, visited Ron-"
"You visited Ron?" Harry boomed.
"Yes, is that a problem? I don't see why you don't visit him, he's your best friend!"
"What were you doing with him? Are you seeing him?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Harry! Just because I went to see one of my friends, in no way means I am cheating on you!" Hermione exclaimed, going red.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled. "What's he up to?"
"Oh, he's seeing Lavender, she looks really good, and he's gotten himself a nice little house. I'm very proud of him."
"I've gotten us a nice house." Harry said annoyed.
"I never said our house wasn't nice, Harry!" Hermione groaned, gesturing to the marble floors and beautiful tapestries.
"Well it sounded like you were implying that." Harry said.
"Harry, you've been on edge lately," Hermione began, diverting her eyes to the ground "I miss that sweet sixteen year old boy."
Harry took a deep breath. "Forget it Hermione."
Hermione nodded. "Um, anyway, I need to talk to you after Rianne goes to bed."
"Ok." Harry replied, resuming to eat his soup.
As soon as everyone was done, Harry took Rianne to read her a story and put her to bed as Hermione did the dishes.
* Look past what we see
*and delve within the solitude
*For an angel is not so often discovered
*coruscating colors to mask our individuality
*a bleeding heart left to die
*Are my differences enough for you?
*Do I live up to your standard?
*Or am I left here to bleed,
*beaten and abandoned, given to die
*Is my smile enough to make you happy?
*Or is that not good enough?
*Sometimes I feel shattered
*always trying to please you
*Cause' I'm a thorny rose
*grown out of a garden
*near the river of deceit
*given me these words
*to heal my hurting soul
*am I ever enough?
*Do I make you pleased?
*Or am I beaten and bruised
*torn down by my own differences
*I've never really fit in
*I'm different than all you
*but please don't make cry
*these tears, oh, for I would like to fly
*please don't make me whisper fear
*This rose will never die
Harry came into the kitchen, a frown etched on his face. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Um..maybe we should sit down." Hermione gulped, gently sitting down on the leather couch. Harry sat as well, the couch creaking under his weight.
"Harry…I don't think," Hermione started, her breath catching in her chest.
"Yes…?"
Hermione wrapped her fingers in her hair, her breath becoming more rapid.
"I don't think this is working." she tried again.
"What?"
"This marriage!" Hermione said a little too loudly.
"What are you saying?" the panicked voice of Harry Potter sputtered.
"I'm saying maybe we should get a…divorce." Hermione felt tears springing to her eyes.
Harry looked at her in a stupor for a minute. "Hermione, I don't believe this. Why? Is there someone else?"
Hermione looked at the marble floor as she gulped. "I-I'm not in love with you. I love you, but I'm not IN love." she explained, feeling as if she might burst.
"No. This isn't true. You're kidding right?"
"I'm not kidding, Harry."
"Yes you are! I refuse to believe this!"
"The last time I couldn't be yours, in 6th year, you understood. Why have you changed?" she asked painfully.
"I can't let you go Hermione. I'll show you how much you love me."
Hermione felt more tears springing to her eyes. "No Harry."
Suddenly the large form of Harry Potter had pounced on her petite form, his mouth making an assault on her neck.
"Harry stop it." Hermione said harshly, trying to push him off.
"I'm going to show you how much you love me, Hermione." Harry whispered dangerously, trying to push her skirt down her hips.
"Harry!" she said again.
"Why? Is there someone else?"
"NO!" Hermione lied, still trying to push Harry away.
"There is! Isn't there? Do you moan for him?" Harry growled, squeezing her chest roughly.
WHACK! Hermione slapped Harry across the face.
"Ouch!" he cried out, moving his hand to grip his cheek.
"Touch me EVER again without my consent and you will pay Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Hermione! Wait! I'm sorry!" Harry called, falling to his knees.
"I love you Hermione!" Harry was sobbing now, crawling pathetically to Hermione.
"Forget it Harry." Hermione said, before heading out of the room.
TBC
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Chapter 4
"Bitter Seas"
POEM IS WRITTEN BY ME!!!!
Wow! I haven't updated in such a long time! Sorry, schools been so HECTIC! I'm running for homecoming queen and I'm so nervous. OMG! Homecoming is this weekend! My boyfriend just broke up w/ me, so I'm going with friends out to dinner and to the dance. Anyways, I've been having problems in chemistry, and I've had trouble writing. But I'm back and I'm going to try and update more often!
To my reviewers:
Hpangel: Thanks! It was like 2am and I was out of it :-D
TZAMZ: Of course I remember you! Ya know, I think I may start an R and NC-17 Hr/D site…would you go?
Rorey126: Maybe :-D
angel monkey: Gosh! Soul Searching is my absolute favorite story, so hurry your booty up and post!
Keshia: Ah, you've been taken over by the evil review bunnies.
Hermione-Ann-Potter: I'm flattered! I'll continue :-D
Maren: Thanks! Keep reviewing!
Here we go…
Hermione sat up and scooted from the bed and hurried out in the living area to grab her clothes. She dressed quickly and went back over to Draco. A single tear slid over her cheek as she kissed his forehead.
"I'll see you soon." she choked. Draco smiled and nodded. "I know. No one can resist this!" he ran a hand across his abdomen.
Hermione forced a laugh. She turned to leave, her skirt swishing around her hips.
"I'm an…adulteress." she whispered harshly to herself as she apparated into her car. She started the engine and began to drive in the opposite direction of her home. She drove until she pulled into the driveway of a modest home on the corner. Walking quickly, she wiped her eyes, and reached the front door. KNOCK! She banged with her fist. The door creaked open, and a petite girl with short blonde hair that just curled under her chin, blue eyes, and light freckles, stepped out.
"Hi Hermione." she said in a sugar-sweet voice.
"Hi Lavender." Hermione grinned, staring Lavender up and down. Lavender certainly had changed in the year since Hogwarts. She had pink robes in hand and was decked in a lilac sweater-set, a white linen skirt dotted with pink flowers, and white t-strap shoes.
"I was just leaving. I have to get to the University." Lavender explained.
"Oh really? What are you studying?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Unicorns. I want to work with them in Russia, what about you?"
"Oh, I had planned on going to the university, but with my daughter and Harry, I just don't have the time." Hermione frowned.
"Oh. Well I better get going. See you later Hermione." Lavender apparated away from the door.
Hermione lifted her hand and knocked on the ajar door, noticing a blatant redhead coming to the door.
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Hermione! How have you been?" Ron said enthusiastically, holding her at arms length.
"I've been ok, how about you?"
"Great. I haven't seen you in a while. You and Harry have been so out of touch since you got married." he frowned.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I've just so overloaded with Rianne and all. Are you and Lavender getting serious?" Hermione grew red.
Ron looked downward. "Yeah kind of." he managed to mumble, looking like a twelve year old again.
Hermione laughed. "Well, you looked happy. This home is great! You've worked so hard for it." Ron nodded, his ears going pink.
"I've missed you a lot." Hermione admitted "But I'm here for more important matters."
"Right. Come on in." Ron beckoned Hermione into the house and led her into a small living room.
"So," Ron started as he plopped onto the couch "What do you need?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "What would you say if I told you that I wasn't in love with Harry?"
Ron's eyebrows shot upwards. "What? When did this start? I can't believe this!" he sputtered.
"Ron, to be honest, I've never been in love with Harry. I love him as a dear friend, I really do, but he isn't my soul-mate." Hermione explained.
"I understand, but why in the world did you marry him?" Ron asked curiously, standing up.
"Rianne." Hermione's voice rasped quietly.
"Hermione, I'm honestly shocked, but I'm not angry, ok?"
Hermione nodded, fighting back tears. "What do I do?"
"I don't know. This is something you need to do for yourself. Just don't hurt Harry."
"Ron, I'm scared. Harry's changed, he's been so different since that encounter with Voldemort." Ron shuddered.
"I-I know. He's still Harry though. He's still my best friend." Ron said quickly, placing a strong hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"You've changed as well. You're more mature."
"I'd hope so." Ron laughed. "Well, I've got to head off to work, alright?"
"Sure. I'll visit again soon." Hermione managed a weak smile, before hugging Ron tightly and left the house and getting into her car.
Hermione made the ten-minute drive back to the daycare center and hurried inside to pick up Rianne. Rianne came trotting out, her long black pigtails flailing behind her.
"Mommy!" Rianne giggled, latching onto Hermione's leg.
"Hi cutie. Let's get going." Hermione scooped up Rianne and carried her out into the car.
"How was daycare?" Hermione asked as she buckled Rianne into her seat.
"We played duck-duck -goose!" Rianne said enthusiastically. Hermione chuckled and started up the car. Rain began to splatter onto the road as Hermione drove, blinding her vision. By the time she had pulled into the driveway, she was fully exhausted from the driving.
"Mmm." Hermione murmured as she added carrots to the steaming liquid in her pot. It had been a long time since she'd made a meal by hand. Rianne was occupied across the kitchen with her toy broom.
"Look mommy!!!!" Rianne screeched, letting the broom hover a foot or so off the ground.
"Wow Rianne. You're fit to be a quidditch star one day." Hermione looked over at her daughter in pride.
"Wee!" Rianne yelled as she moved forward. Bump. "Oops." Rianne giggled as she hit the counter and toppled to the ground. Hermione could hear the door opening and the loud sound of shoes on marble coming down the hall.
"I'm home." Harry Potter murmured as he entered the kitchen, running a hand through his black mess. "Dinner smells good." he complimented.
"I decided to do it the muggle way for a change." Hermione said softly, waving her hand to waft the steam towards her face.
"You aren't going back to the muggle ways are you? I thought we discussed this!" Harry said nervously.
"I don't know why it matters so much. And, no I am not." Hermione retorted.
"I want my daughter brought up in a good magic home that's all." Harry explained, picking up Rianne and kissing her on the forehead.
"Anyway, I was going to tell you that I got called away on business in Romania this weekend. So, you'll be on your own." Harry continued, leaning over her shoulder. "Well I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Harry returned just as dinner was finished. He took a seat at the table and placed Rianne in her booster.
"I hope you like it. My mother used to make it all the time when I was a little child." Hermione said nervously, spooning the hot soup into glass bowls for Harry, Rianne, and herself.
"How was your day?" Harry inquired, taking a gulp of the soup.
"Oh, it was boring. I dropped Rianne off at daycare, ran some errands, visited Ron-"
"You visited Ron?" Harry boomed.
"Yes, is that a problem? I don't see why you don't visit him, he's your best friend!"
"What were you doing with him? Are you seeing him?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Harry! Just because I went to see one of my friends, in no way means I am cheating on you!" Hermione exclaimed, going red.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled. "What's he up to?"
"Oh, he's seeing Lavender, she looks really good, and he's gotten himself a nice little house. I'm very proud of him."
"I've gotten us a nice house." Harry said annoyed.
"I never said our house wasn't nice, Harry!" Hermione groaned, gesturing to the marble floors and beautiful tapestries.
"Well it sounded like you were implying that." Harry said.
"Harry, you've been on edge lately," Hermione began, diverting her eyes to the ground "I miss that sweet sixteen year old boy."
Harry took a deep breath. "Forget it Hermione."
Hermione nodded. "Um, anyway, I need to talk to you after Rianne goes to bed."
"Ok." Harry replied, resuming to eat his soup.
As soon as everyone was done, Harry took Rianne to read her a story and put her to bed as Hermione did the dishes.
* Look past what we see
*and delve within the solitude
*For an angel is not so often discovered
*coruscating colors to mask our individuality
*a bleeding heart left to die
*Are my differences enough for you?
*Do I live up to your standard?
*Or am I left here to bleed,
*beaten and abandoned, given to die
*Is my smile enough to make you happy?
*Or is that not good enough?
*Sometimes I feel shattered
*always trying to please you
*Cause' I'm a thorny rose
*grown out of a garden
*near the river of deceit
*given me these words
*to heal my hurting soul
*am I ever enough?
*Do I make you pleased?
*Or am I beaten and bruised
*torn down by my own differences
*I've never really fit in
*I'm different than all you
*but please don't make cry
*these tears, oh, for I would like to fly
*please don't make me whisper fear
*This rose will never die
Harry came into the kitchen, a frown etched on his face. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Um..maybe we should sit down." Hermione gulped, gently sitting down on the leather couch. Harry sat as well, the couch creaking under his weight.
"Harry…I don't think," Hermione started, her breath catching in her chest.
"Yes…?"
Hermione wrapped her fingers in her hair, her breath becoming more rapid.
"I don't think this is working." she tried again.
"What?"
"This marriage!" Hermione said a little too loudly.
"What are you saying?" the panicked voice of Harry Potter sputtered.
"I'm saying maybe we should get a…divorce." Hermione felt tears springing to her eyes.
Harry looked at her in a stupor for a minute. "Hermione, I don't believe this. Why? Is there someone else?"
Hermione looked at the marble floor as she gulped. "I-I'm not in love with you. I love you, but I'm not IN love." she explained, feeling as if she might burst.
"No. This isn't true. You're kidding right?"
"I'm not kidding, Harry."
"Yes you are! I refuse to believe this!"
"The last time I couldn't be yours, in 6th year, you understood. Why have you changed?" she asked painfully.
"I can't let you go Hermione. I'll show you how much you love me."
Hermione felt more tears springing to her eyes. "No Harry."
Suddenly the large form of Harry Potter had pounced on her petite form, his mouth making an assault on her neck.
"Harry stop it." Hermione said harshly, trying to push him off.
"I'm going to show you how much you love me, Hermione." Harry whispered dangerously, trying to push her skirt down her hips.
"Harry!" she said again.
"Why? Is there someone else?"
"NO!" Hermione lied, still trying to push Harry away.
"There is! Isn't there? Do you moan for him?" Harry growled, squeezing her chest roughly.
WHACK! Hermione slapped Harry across the face.
"Ouch!" he cried out, moving his hand to grip his cheek.
"Touch me EVER again without my consent and you will pay Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Hermione! Wait! I'm sorry!" Harry called, falling to his knees.
"I love you Hermione!" Harry was sobbing now, crawling pathetically to Hermione.
"Forget it Harry." Hermione said, before heading out of the room.
TBC
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