Beautiful Stranger
Chapter Seven: Endearing Enchantress ~ Reality # 2
"Draco? What's wrong with you?"
He turned away from the mirror, startled at this voice.
He saw Hermione, sitting up in her bed, wearing nothing but her silk undergarments.
She looked so much like Virginia. He pushed his thoughts away and forced a smile.
"Is my sweetheart up already?" He joked, but his voice trembled.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and nodded, playfully ruffling his hand with her hair.
Sunlight beamed through the windows, and she yawned, lifting her head up as she walked away from him.
"I am going to check out the pool downstairs of the hotel, okay?" She said, as if she was asking for his permission. He nodded silently and didn't say a word as he went downstairs, as Hermione assumed, to get some coffee.
Hermione sighed. It had been almost seconds right after the wedding and he had not spoken to her. Everything they did last night was still refreshed in her mind and she sighed, trying not to sound too pitiful.
Hermione Granger Malfoy, get a fucking grip on yourself, she thought.
Ever since that redhead had entered the wedding.. entered his life.
She held her breath, trying to keep consciousness beneath her.
Had it been Ginny? Had she come back? But no, that was impossible..Wasn't it?
But there are charms and spells..but Hermione doubted Ginny was evil enough to perform these charms with all you had to sacrifice. Yawning deeply, she entered the deserted room where the pool was kept.
The sunlight kept in from the room and it seemed dark because the windows were shielded with beautiful dark velvet little curtains that made her smile a bit.
She took off her robe and clamped her hands together.
Think about nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing has it's wishes.
Nothing.
Silence.
The room was deserted that she tried not to freak herself out as she heard a creak.
Wanting to open her eyes very badly, her knees sunk down a bit before she collapsed into the beautiful clear blue water, her ears bloated.
What a perfect dive, she thought nervously, trying to ignore the noises from outside the pool.
Suddenly everything went still. Hermione lifted her head and breathed hard, the water had drenched ever spot of her, and she felt her nose get clogged up.
"Nice swimming." A voice said behind her. Hermione swam behind her and looked up to see a smiling little redhead.
And it was not Ginny.
~*~*~
Reaching up to add sugar to his coffee, Draco tried hard not to think.
But he regretted the hopeless glance she had given him when he had ignored his own wife and had charged down the stairs without a word.
How selfish can you get?
His mind was elsewhere, too many questions to ask too many thoughts to think.
He needed to relax. Ginny is gone, he told himself. Ginny is gone.
But he couldn't convince himself.
Why had his own child run away from him? A sudden pain in his heart made him startle a bit.
How adorable she looked.
Just like Virginia.
She was too tall to be her age, which Draco assumed was probably 12 or 13, and her body was slender. She had cute little dimples at her chin and smile, and her nose had a big bump when she was unhappy.
Freckles had exploded at either side of her nose.
God, stop thinking about...
For heaven's sakes, he didn't even know his daughter's name! How pathetic was that?
Then suddenly, he heard a scream.
And not just any scream. He could recognize Hermione's whimper anywhere. It was coming from the room which held the pool. Forgetting his drink, he ran fast, breathing hard as he opened the doorknob in frustration.
The pool was empty. Hermione's towel lay forgotten on a beach chair, and nothing was there.
Except a gleaming necklace by the pool.
Draco knelt down and eyed it suspiciously and saw that it was in the shape of a small little knife, and in carved was only one letter: L.
What did this mean? He reached his fingers out and touched it.
Quickly he tried to pull away because he had felt the most burning sensation ever.
The tips of his fingers began to crawl like bugs, and he closed his eyes, trying to handle that his body was moving up and down from somewhere.
He felt himself fall on a hard pavement and he looked up.
He was in a street.
He gaped in surprise.
A sexy girl about the age of 23 was coming toward him, and she gave him a hand, looking at him weirdly.
She had hazel eyes and the prettiest blonde hair he had ever seen in his life.
Then she spoke.
Her voice was in a faint accent, and she spoke dully, looking up at the sky as she did.
Draco could see a large building behind her, flashing off some French words he tried to understand. Before he could, he was taken in by her words.
"La bienvenue au meilleur strip club dans la ville... du mon le Veronica Lizingtons et nous nom sont ici pour servir votre chaque besoin... veuillez entrer et écrivent ' vos imaginations plus modifiées."
***
Ahhh the essence of a stupid chapter!!! :D I know all of you are confused..and to tell you the truth so am I :) but I've only written the second chapter so you guys may have a slight delay *grins sheepishly* SORRY!!!
But newayz...
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 101 REVEIWS FOR ONLY 7 CHAPPIES!!! You guys rock...
I was so tired today,I wasn't going to even post but then I realized some of you may attack me because I didn't keep my promise, so there ya go. Your probably more confused now then you were before.
Fave Reveiwers: Dutchducky101 (my fave hp reader who has not read that i updated "why did u mess with forever" on hp.com two days ago!), Bellus-Qui (*gasps* with exams, and still time to reveiw this peice of imature writing? God bless you!!!! *hugs her*), Summerthyme (still laughing at the world domination thing girl...:D beautiful reveiw as always), Nattie (of course..where've you been?)
*feels very very veryyy guilty*
I LOVE EVERY SINGLE..PERSON..WHO ..REVEIWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*hugs everyone* I can't name them right now because of a slight eating problem with the keyboard... (don't ask)..
I love every one...except..
cherrizle (aaronpluscheryl) 2002-09-28 1 Anonymous javascript:alert('review id: 8697372') im sorry to say tht your writing sucks. This is just mine and my sisters
opnion. I think that your stories would be better if they were less predictable
and iwhy do you name them after madonna songs? Put more violence
in them and make them more dramatic, put a twist in the plot or something
Response: That is the worst critique I've ever seen in my life...a twist in the PLOT!? Do you even know what my plot is? It's even more complicated...Violence? *snort* dramatic? *snort* My story is everything you wanted it to be, sweetie. That was not a critique, especially since the first sentence was "your writing sucks". This was a straight out flame, and I don't care for these. And you don't understand why I name them after Madonna songs? *stares at screen in disbelief* Um..okaaaayyy. See, there's this thing called a series. And there's something called "cute" and I thought it would be 'cute' if they were all named after her songs. And a lot of them fit the story's plot too. My writing sucks? Hmmm...wonder why my fan guestbook is full, wonder why people tell me I am good writer...I wonder why? Learn how to spell and I will then accept your no good excuse for a critique. :) thank you sweetie, for reveiwing.
Don't flame me because of THAT. Because you all know Cherrizle's critique wasn't good at all.
I already said sorry to Dinky. And for people who say to act my age...you don't even know how old I am, so how should you know if I am doing that or not? *Sorry* for standing up for myself and my dreams :)
And to [amanda]: Yeah, I have a deadjournal...my username is Devilzzz...but I hardly ever post or anything because I don't want readers of this story to read my entries :) www.deadjournal.com/devilzzz/
So my readers, PLEASE, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW!!!!!!!
Love ya, ~Court
Chapter Seven: Endearing Enchantress ~ Reality # 2
"Draco? What's wrong with you?"
He turned away from the mirror, startled at this voice.
He saw Hermione, sitting up in her bed, wearing nothing but her silk undergarments.
She looked so much like Virginia. He pushed his thoughts away and forced a smile.
"Is my sweetheart up already?" He joked, but his voice trembled.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and nodded, playfully ruffling his hand with her hair.
Sunlight beamed through the windows, and she yawned, lifting her head up as she walked away from him.
"I am going to check out the pool downstairs of the hotel, okay?" She said, as if she was asking for his permission. He nodded silently and didn't say a word as he went downstairs, as Hermione assumed, to get some coffee.
Hermione sighed. It had been almost seconds right after the wedding and he had not spoken to her. Everything they did last night was still refreshed in her mind and she sighed, trying not to sound too pitiful.
Hermione Granger Malfoy, get a fucking grip on yourself, she thought.
Ever since that redhead had entered the wedding.. entered his life.
She held her breath, trying to keep consciousness beneath her.
Had it been Ginny? Had she come back? But no, that was impossible..Wasn't it?
But there are charms and spells..but Hermione doubted Ginny was evil enough to perform these charms with all you had to sacrifice. Yawning deeply, she entered the deserted room where the pool was kept.
The sunlight kept in from the room and it seemed dark because the windows were shielded with beautiful dark velvet little curtains that made her smile a bit.
She took off her robe and clamped her hands together.
Think about nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing has it's wishes.
Nothing.
Silence.
The room was deserted that she tried not to freak herself out as she heard a creak.
Wanting to open her eyes very badly, her knees sunk down a bit before she collapsed into the beautiful clear blue water, her ears bloated.
What a perfect dive, she thought nervously, trying to ignore the noises from outside the pool.
Suddenly everything went still. Hermione lifted her head and breathed hard, the water had drenched ever spot of her, and she felt her nose get clogged up.
"Nice swimming." A voice said behind her. Hermione swam behind her and looked up to see a smiling little redhead.
And it was not Ginny.
~*~*~
Reaching up to add sugar to his coffee, Draco tried hard not to think.
But he regretted the hopeless glance she had given him when he had ignored his own wife and had charged down the stairs without a word.
How selfish can you get?
His mind was elsewhere, too many questions to ask too many thoughts to think.
He needed to relax. Ginny is gone, he told himself. Ginny is gone.
But he couldn't convince himself.
Why had his own child run away from him? A sudden pain in his heart made him startle a bit.
How adorable she looked.
Just like Virginia.
She was too tall to be her age, which Draco assumed was probably 12 or 13, and her body was slender. She had cute little dimples at her chin and smile, and her nose had a big bump when she was unhappy.
Freckles had exploded at either side of her nose.
God, stop thinking about...
For heaven's sakes, he didn't even know his daughter's name! How pathetic was that?
Then suddenly, he heard a scream.
And not just any scream. He could recognize Hermione's whimper anywhere. It was coming from the room which held the pool. Forgetting his drink, he ran fast, breathing hard as he opened the doorknob in frustration.
The pool was empty. Hermione's towel lay forgotten on a beach chair, and nothing was there.
Except a gleaming necklace by the pool.
Draco knelt down and eyed it suspiciously and saw that it was in the shape of a small little knife, and in carved was only one letter: L.
What did this mean? He reached his fingers out and touched it.
Quickly he tried to pull away because he had felt the most burning sensation ever.
The tips of his fingers began to crawl like bugs, and he closed his eyes, trying to handle that his body was moving up and down from somewhere.
He felt himself fall on a hard pavement and he looked up.
He was in a street.
He gaped in surprise.
A sexy girl about the age of 23 was coming toward him, and she gave him a hand, looking at him weirdly.
She had hazel eyes and the prettiest blonde hair he had ever seen in his life.
Then she spoke.
Her voice was in a faint accent, and she spoke dully, looking up at the sky as she did.
Draco could see a large building behind her, flashing off some French words he tried to understand. Before he could, he was taken in by her words.
"La bienvenue au meilleur strip club dans la ville... du mon le Veronica Lizingtons et nous nom sont ici pour servir votre chaque besoin... veuillez entrer et écrivent ' vos imaginations plus modifiées."
***
Ahhh the essence of a stupid chapter!!! :D I know all of you are confused..and to tell you the truth so am I :) but I've only written the second chapter so you guys may have a slight delay *grins sheepishly* SORRY!!!
But newayz...
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 101 REVEIWS FOR ONLY 7 CHAPPIES!!! You guys rock...
I was so tired today,I wasn't going to even post but then I realized some of you may attack me because I didn't keep my promise, so there ya go. Your probably more confused now then you were before.
Fave Reveiwers: Dutchducky101 (my fave hp reader who has not read that i updated "why did u mess with forever" on hp.com two days ago!), Bellus-Qui (*gasps* with exams, and still time to reveiw this peice of imature writing? God bless you!!!! *hugs her*), Summerthyme (still laughing at the world domination thing girl...:D beautiful reveiw as always), Nattie (of course..where've you been?)
*feels very very veryyy guilty*
I LOVE EVERY SINGLE..PERSON..WHO ..REVEIWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*hugs everyone* I can't name them right now because of a slight eating problem with the keyboard... (don't ask)..
I love every one...except..
cherrizle (aaronpluscheryl) 2002-09-28 1 Anonymous javascript:alert('review id: 8697372') im sorry to say tht your writing sucks. This is just mine and my sisters
opnion. I think that your stories would be better if they were less predictable
and iwhy do you name them after madonna songs? Put more violence
in them and make them more dramatic, put a twist in the plot or something
Response: That is the worst critique I've ever seen in my life...a twist in the PLOT!? Do you even know what my plot is? It's even more complicated...Violence? *snort* dramatic? *snort* My story is everything you wanted it to be, sweetie. That was not a critique, especially since the first sentence was "your writing sucks". This was a straight out flame, and I don't care for these. And you don't understand why I name them after Madonna songs? *stares at screen in disbelief* Um..okaaaayyy. See, there's this thing called a series. And there's something called "cute" and I thought it would be 'cute' if they were all named after her songs. And a lot of them fit the story's plot too. My writing sucks? Hmmm...wonder why my fan guestbook is full, wonder why people tell me I am good writer...I wonder why? Learn how to spell and I will then accept your no good excuse for a critique. :) thank you sweetie, for reveiwing.
Don't flame me because of THAT. Because you all know Cherrizle's critique wasn't good at all.
I already said sorry to Dinky. And for people who say to act my age...you don't even know how old I am, so how should you know if I am doing that or not? *Sorry* for standing up for myself and my dreams :)
And to [amanda]: Yeah, I have a deadjournal...my username is Devilzzz...but I hardly ever post or anything because I don't want readers of this story to read my entries :) www.deadjournal.com/devilzzz/
So my readers, PLEASE, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW, REVEIW!!!!!!!
Love ya, ~Court