Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Everything belongs to the wonderful person
named J. K. Rowling.
A/N: Ok. This is my first fan fiction. So please be honest yet not cruel. I HAVE A FRAGILE EGO! J/K! Critics and Flamers are appreciated. Constructive Criticism Only! Plus I thought about this just yesterday so be nice. Please!
This you will mead to know for this story:
1. This takes place when all the characters are twenty-five.
2. Hermione was a prefect (what a shocker!) and currently is a teacher in Hogwarts. She teaches Transfiguration.
3. Harry is on the Great Britain Quidditch team
4. Ron works for the Ministry of Magic where he tries to keep away from Percy as much as possible
5. Hermione and Draco have a past. (Which we will talk about more later.)
I always had visitors coming and going so it wasn't all that surprising when I heard a knock on the door at eight o'clock. Though what was weird was that the person who was ringing my front door bell was ringing it with such urgency.
"Coming!" I called out from my chair beside the living room hearth.
Though when I said that, they proceeded to chime the bell even more. I quicken my pace and after a minute or so I finally reached the door and opened it. In front of me was a hooded creature hunched forward with his hands on his knees while breathing deeply.
"Hello," I greeted the person as he or she finally stood properly and his or her breath was normal, "Um. I wasn't expecting anyone. Not to be rude, but who are you?"
Then he took off his hood and said in a cold tone, "Oh Granger, you've already forgotten me."
I almost slammed the door in his face when I saw him. "Malfoy." was all I could say.
"Oh, good so you do remember me." He said and pushed the door even more until it was ajar. "For a minute there I thought that you had forgotten about me."
"What are you doing here?" I said as I stepped away from the door and bumped into a table leaning against the wall. "I thought you were in Azkaban. along with some other Death Eaters."
"So you've heard, I thought that living so far the news wouldn't get here." He replied and at the same time he stepped inside and closed the door shut. I leaned even more back against the table. "Oh Granger, I thought that you would be a bit nicer than this. considering the circumstances."
His body was now barely two inches away from me, and his face was hardly one. He pressed his hand against my cheek. I flinched.
"Keep your bloody hand away from me!" I exclaimed.
"Is that what you really want?" asnd her continued to get closer toward me. His lips were almost touching mine.
A/N: Ok. This is my first fan fiction. So please be honest yet not cruel. I HAVE A FRAGILE EGO! J/K! Critics and Flamers are appreciated. Constructive Criticism Only! Plus I thought about this just yesterday so be nice. Please!
This you will mead to know for this story:
1. This takes place when all the characters are twenty-five.
2. Hermione was a prefect (what a shocker!) and currently is a teacher in Hogwarts. She teaches Transfiguration.
3. Harry is on the Great Britain Quidditch team
4. Ron works for the Ministry of Magic where he tries to keep away from Percy as much as possible
5. Hermione and Draco have a past. (Which we will talk about more later.)
I always had visitors coming and going so it wasn't all that surprising when I heard a knock on the door at eight o'clock. Though what was weird was that the person who was ringing my front door bell was ringing it with such urgency.
"Coming!" I called out from my chair beside the living room hearth.
Though when I said that, they proceeded to chime the bell even more. I quicken my pace and after a minute or so I finally reached the door and opened it. In front of me was a hooded creature hunched forward with his hands on his knees while breathing deeply.
"Hello," I greeted the person as he or she finally stood properly and his or her breath was normal, "Um. I wasn't expecting anyone. Not to be rude, but who are you?"
Then he took off his hood and said in a cold tone, "Oh Granger, you've already forgotten me."
I almost slammed the door in his face when I saw him. "Malfoy." was all I could say.
"Oh, good so you do remember me." He said and pushed the door even more until it was ajar. "For a minute there I thought that you had forgotten about me."
"What are you doing here?" I said as I stepped away from the door and bumped into a table leaning against the wall. "I thought you were in Azkaban. along with some other Death Eaters."
"So you've heard, I thought that living so far the news wouldn't get here." He replied and at the same time he stepped inside and closed the door shut. I leaned even more back against the table. "Oh Granger, I thought that you would be a bit nicer than this. considering the circumstances."
His body was now barely two inches away from me, and his face was hardly one. He pressed his hand against my cheek. I flinched.
"Keep your bloody hand away from me!" I exclaimed.
"Is that what you really want?" asnd her continued to get closer toward me. His lips were almost touching mine.