Beautiful Stranger
A/N: Thank you all faithful Material Girl reveiwers & readers for coming here, this story however has been progressing very slowly, and I think that is because it's most probably going to be the last in the series, and I don't want it to end, but it can't go on forever....
Remember the summary is going to be different, but it is Rated R for a reason this time in some chapters, :) since you guys have waited so long for some sort of smut. But there's also a mystery and I have plotlines worked out.
Summary: 12 years later, Draco Malfoy never expected that his life would be so different without Ginny. But then..why is he having these dreams? Why is he marrying someone else? And why is it that he feels as if Ginny's still there? Not just that, but somebody is stalking Draco Malfoy and your not going to believe who it is!
Prologue: Flushing Bride
"Do I look alright?" she croaked, muttering to herself under her breath, her hair swung over to her shoulders and her hands folding down the creases of the dress, taking a deep breath that nearly inflated her breathing levels.
"Talking to yourself again, Granger?" a voice was heard behind her. Hermione Casie Granger turned around and was too nervous to even answer.
But he stood behind her, with mocked silence and she finally allowed herself to speak.
"So it's Granger now, isn't it?" she teased, letting out a laugh that did not even sound like hers.
"Don't worry, you look...beautiful." Draco said, gulping back a intake of another sharp breath. Hermione catiously stiffened the straps of the gown on her shoulders and put her remaining peices of hair behind her ears, letting her whole hair sweep on top of her head, waiting for the diamond tainted tiara to replace the fluffy space.
"Do I? Really?" she said, trying to smile her regular smile, but it came out as a mere trance of a fake grin.
"Just like Virginia." the words had tumbled out of Draco's mouth before he could stop himself, and he bit his lip, examining Hermione's expression, which turned from widened eyes to a big frown before she turned away from him, and he could hear a mere sniff.
"I'll never be Ginny, Draco. You've got to face that. You'll just have to." Hermione pleaded.
"Don't yell, Hermione! It doesn't mean anything..." said Draco, trying to hold the pressure in.
"Maybe not to you..." she said, and swung around so the big white gown swirled in circles, the fabric looking an utterly wonderful texture of creamy white.
"The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding." said Hermione, a smile creeping to her lips after a few moments.
With a pat on her back, she felt his presance leave, and she took a deep breath.
Just like Virginia.
Just like Virginia.
A sudden urge of tingles went through her body as if her body was being shocked for the first time, and she let out some tears as they rolled about her very skin.
I am Hermione, you get what you see, Draco Malfoy.
And yet, she knew she couldn't face them outside. Harry. Ron. Everyone was waiting for her to arrive, and here she was looking astounding in her beautiful gown, and they were waiting for her. All of them.
None of them approved, all of them still couldn't believe it, and most of them didn't make much of an effort to hold their bitchy tongues.
But of course, they were still here, supporting her. I AM NOT GINNY, she wanted to scream. You can't all try to pretend Draco is marrying Ginny! You can't all pretend that I am Ginny! I'll never be her...
Hermione actually had a feeling that Ginny needed to be the bride. But, who was Hermione fooling, Ginny was dead. Pure and simple. Crossing her fingers across her fluttering eyelashes to weep away the tears that sprang to her eyes, she took a deep breath, and said, you've got to be Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger.
You can't be Virginia. You can't be Ginny. You can't be her...
However, in the back of mind, she wish Ginny could be her.
~*~*~
Al redheaded girl opened her eyes, yawning. Where was she?
She took a deep breath of air and realized that the cab driver had thrown her out to the street and stripped of her of all money. Damn sick fuck, she thought, getting herself up, her eyes gingerly examining the city.
She caught sight of a big marble building, and saw big letters surround the font.
Yes, this was it. This was it.
~*~*~
I love you all that came to the sequel, and I hope this story is in an okay start zone, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd all reveiw!!!!!! I know there are silent readers, because I am myself, one of them..I only reveiw just sometimes..but really, you guys need to reveiw, reveiw, reveiw! I am having a hard time with this story even though I have the plot worked out, so I'd really luv some encouragement..
Until next time & ALL of my love, ~Courtney
A/N: Thank you all faithful Material Girl reveiwers & readers for coming here, this story however has been progressing very slowly, and I think that is because it's most probably going to be the last in the series, and I don't want it to end, but it can't go on forever....
Remember the summary is going to be different, but it is Rated R for a reason this time in some chapters, :) since you guys have waited so long for some sort of smut. But there's also a mystery and I have plotlines worked out.
Summary: 12 years later, Draco Malfoy never expected that his life would be so different without Ginny. But then..why is he having these dreams? Why is he marrying someone else? And why is it that he feels as if Ginny's still there? Not just that, but somebody is stalking Draco Malfoy and your not going to believe who it is!
Prologue: Flushing Bride
"Do I look alright?" she croaked, muttering to herself under her breath, her hair swung over to her shoulders and her hands folding down the creases of the dress, taking a deep breath that nearly inflated her breathing levels.
"Talking to yourself again, Granger?" a voice was heard behind her. Hermione Casie Granger turned around and was too nervous to even answer.
But he stood behind her, with mocked silence and she finally allowed herself to speak.
"So it's Granger now, isn't it?" she teased, letting out a laugh that did not even sound like hers.
"Don't worry, you look...beautiful." Draco said, gulping back a intake of another sharp breath. Hermione catiously stiffened the straps of the gown on her shoulders and put her remaining peices of hair behind her ears, letting her whole hair sweep on top of her head, waiting for the diamond tainted tiara to replace the fluffy space.
"Do I? Really?" she said, trying to smile her regular smile, but it came out as a mere trance of a fake grin.
"Just like Virginia." the words had tumbled out of Draco's mouth before he could stop himself, and he bit his lip, examining Hermione's expression, which turned from widened eyes to a big frown before she turned away from him, and he could hear a mere sniff.
"I'll never be Ginny, Draco. You've got to face that. You'll just have to." Hermione pleaded.
"Don't yell, Hermione! It doesn't mean anything..." said Draco, trying to hold the pressure in.
"Maybe not to you..." she said, and swung around so the big white gown swirled in circles, the fabric looking an utterly wonderful texture of creamy white.
"The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding." said Hermione, a smile creeping to her lips after a few moments.
With a pat on her back, she felt his presance leave, and she took a deep breath.
Just like Virginia.
Just like Virginia.
A sudden urge of tingles went through her body as if her body was being shocked for the first time, and she let out some tears as they rolled about her very skin.
I am Hermione, you get what you see, Draco Malfoy.
And yet, she knew she couldn't face them outside. Harry. Ron. Everyone was waiting for her to arrive, and here she was looking astounding in her beautiful gown, and they were waiting for her. All of them.
None of them approved, all of them still couldn't believe it, and most of them didn't make much of an effort to hold their bitchy tongues.
But of course, they were still here, supporting her. I AM NOT GINNY, she wanted to scream. You can't all try to pretend Draco is marrying Ginny! You can't all pretend that I am Ginny! I'll never be her...
Hermione actually had a feeling that Ginny needed to be the bride. But, who was Hermione fooling, Ginny was dead. Pure and simple. Crossing her fingers across her fluttering eyelashes to weep away the tears that sprang to her eyes, she took a deep breath, and said, you've got to be Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger.
You can't be Virginia. You can't be Ginny. You can't be her...
However, in the back of mind, she wish Ginny could be her.
~*~*~
Al redheaded girl opened her eyes, yawning. Where was she?
She took a deep breath of air and realized that the cab driver had thrown her out to the street and stripped of her of all money. Damn sick fuck, she thought, getting herself up, her eyes gingerly examining the city.
She caught sight of a big marble building, and saw big letters surround the font.
Yes, this was it. This was it.
~*~*~
I love you all that came to the sequel, and I hope this story is in an okay start zone, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd all reveiw!!!!!! I know there are silent readers, because I am myself, one of them..I only reveiw just sometimes..but really, you guys need to reveiw, reveiw, reveiw! I am having a hard time with this story even though I have the plot worked out, so I'd really luv some encouragement..
Until next time & ALL of my love, ~Courtney