A Tale of Two Houses
Draco & Hermione – from Hate to Love
Back at the Gryiffindor house, many of the Gryiffindor's were setting up for a party that was planned in honor of Hermione Gryiffindor's 17th birthday. But that wasn't all that was taking place in this house. 'Love' was one of the main topics between Lord Gryiffindor and the well respected, charming, and very handsome Harry Potter, who had saved the lives of thousands more then once.
They were climbing up some of the many stairs in Hogwarts as they talked about this and among other things.
"But Slytherin is bound as well as I, in penalty alike, and 'tis not hard, I think for men as old as wee to keep the peace. Oh…" Lord Gryiffindor moaned as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Of honorable reckoning are you both, and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long: but, but now, my lord, what say you to my suit?" Harry asked.
"But saying o'er what I have said before, my child is yet a stranger in the world," Lord Gryiffindor said as he walked over to a window that was open. "She hath not see the change of seventeen years."
Harry followed and saw that Hermione was laughing with one of her friends in a window across from them. She was very pretty, Harry admitted to himself. Long dark brown hair that reached to the middle of her back, light brown eyes that sparkled. She barely was wearing any make-up and she still looked like the most delicate flower in the entire world
"Let two more summers wither in their pride, 'ere we may think her ripe to be a bride."
"Younger then she are happy mothers made," Harry said keeping his eyes on the Gryiffindor.
"And too soon marred are those so early made." Lord Gryiffindor replied as he shut the window. He then put his hands on Harry's shoulders, and tone became softer. "The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she. She is the hopeful lady of my earth."
He then let Harry go and his tone became firm again. "But woo her, gentle Harry, get her heart. My will to her consent is but a part."
"This night I hold Hermione's 17th birthday feast, whereto I have invited many a guest, such as I love, you among the store, one more, most welcome, makes my number more."
Rowena Ravenclaw-Gryiffindor walked into the Gryiffindor common room very quickly. This was news that had to be passed to Hermione quickly. What a lucky girl she was. Not seeing her in the common room, she looked around trying to find her best friend, Ginny Weasly.
She quickly spotted the redhead sitting over by the fire talking rapidly to Ginny's current lover, Colin Creevy.
"Miss Weasly! Where is my daughter? Call her forth to me."
Ginny quickly jumped up from her seat on the red couch and started calling out Hermione's name.
"Where is the girl? Hermione!" she shouted up the stairs.
Hermione finally appeared, with her long wavy dark brown hair and dark red dress robes flowing behind her appeared halfway down the stairs.
"How now! Who calls?" she asked brightly.
"Your mother, your lady mother!" Ginny said waving at her to come down.
Hermione's bright brown eyes opened even wider as she flew down the rest of the stairs, quickly smoothing her messy hair.
She found her mother sitting next to the window seat, looking out side very anticipated way. Hermione quickly approached her.
"Madame I am here," Hermione said with a small curtsy. Rowena looked up at her. "What is your will?"
"That is the matter," she replied getting up her seat and smiling. She gently placed her hands on Hermione's shoulders and looked at Ginny, who was quietly standing behind Hermione.
"Ginny, please tell the rest of the Gryiffindor's to give leave awhile," she said looking down at Hermione. "We must talk in secret."
Ginny nodded and quickly hustled everyone out of the common room. She then returned to find that Hermione and Rowena were patiently sitting on the window seat.
"Ginny, Thou know'st that Hermione is of a pretty age."
"Faith, I can tell her age. I might pray to see her married one-day…" Ginny replied smiling.
"That 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Hermione,
How stands your disposition to be married?"
Hermione looked at Rowena credulously, her eyes falling to the floor as her eyebrows furrowed. She then looked up at her mother.
"It is an honor I dream not of," Hermione said.
"Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, here in Hogwarts, ladies of esteem, are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Harry Potter seeks you for his love."
Hermione wasn't to thrilled by this startling news, but Ginny seemed to be very excited for the both of them. Her eyes immediately lit up at the mention of Harry Potter's name.
"A man, young lady! Lady, such a man! As all the world--why, he's a man of wax-"
"Hogwarts summer has not such a flower," Rowena said.
"Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower." Ginny added.
"What say you? Can you love the gentlemen?" Rowena asked titling her daughter's chin up with the tips of her fingers. "Speak briefly, can you like of Harry's love?"
Hermione took a big breath of air and a big gulp.
"I look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, than your consent gives strength to make it fly." Hermione replied.
Before anyone could answer, the young Dennis Creevy came in very quickly.
"Madam, the guests are come, supper served up." He said.
"We follow thee," Rowena said and Dennis left the room. "Hermione, the gentlemen he stays." And she walked out of the common room.
"Madam I come," Hermione looked at Ginny, who was still smiling widely.
"Go, girl, seek happy days to happy nights!"
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