A/N- So So So So So Sorry. I wasn't here last week so I couldn't update. I will be updating a lot over the weekend so i hope it makes up to y'all. And I tried to make this one longer, too. I'VE DECIDED, that I have no way of knowing whether or not you guys think it is long enough so I need one person that I can send it to to get it re-read and maybe get some tips on how to get it longer. If you e-mail me at wicked1brewer88@aol.com I really need some help. ALSO, I DO NOT HAVE SPELL-CHECK I have a dictionary right here so I hope that most of my horrible spelling errors can be fixed.
WHEW, why can I write long authors notes but not long chapters? I swear, I'm cursed.
Chapter ??
Draco walked slowly and lowly down the stairs to the dining room. it was nearing six thirty in the evening and he was hungary from being in his room almost the majority of the day hiding from Granger. He couldn't help it. I guess that it had just dawned on him that his parents had actually allowed Granger, a Mudblood, a Gryffindor Mudblood, and even worse, a Potter-ite stay at his house. The thought just disgusted him to the core. She was in his house, in the kitchen, in the rooms, in the beds! It was gross! He was mad.
And confused.
Why were his parents doing all of this? They hate Mudbloods with a passion. (A/N- a big huge thank you to Vying Quill, who wrote that in a review a while back. ) They always have and always will. What was making them act different? It's in thier blood, inbedded in thier DNA, sketched in thier brains! For Voldemorts sake, they are Malfoys!.
They are only the longest running wizarding bloodline. There was absolutly no way that his parents were allowing Mudblood Granger to stay in their home with out a better reason than 'we owe their family a favor.'. What a bloody crock. That wouldn't even pass in Crabbe and Goyle's minds. Well, what brains they have. Which only furthers the point.
Draco was thinking so hard that he almost ran smack in to the wall in front of him. No, no he couldn't have that. She would come over and get her Mudblood slime all over his pure-blood body. EEWWW! Draco shivered in fear and digust. He looked up and he noticed that Hermione was giving him a strange kind of look that no one had ever dared to give him before. It was a questioning look and he had never been questioned before.
"What?!" Draco snapped, taking a seat at the table.
Hermione jumped. It was like Draco's attitude had done a ninety degree turn in to cold and mean-ness.
"Nothing. um... Dinner?" she asked, nervous for one of the only times since she had left the house to come here.
Draco rolled in eyes and scooted his chair loudly farther away from her. Okay, bye bye 90 degrees, hello one hundred and eighty! Hermione looked down at the plate that had appeared out of the spot in the table in front of her. It was full of mashed potatoes, meats, and a whole load of other things.
"What are you really doing here?" Draco asked coldly.
"Umm. Nothing. Did you read the letter your parents wrote yet?"
"No. Wh-"
"Why haven't you?"
"Did you know hear what I said? I said 'Wh-"
"Uh, no. I didn't." Hermione said, nervously, "Could you repeat the question?"
"I said-"
Hermione said a quick little spell and Draco's water spilled on to the table, soaking the white linen placemat beneith his plate.
"Oh, geez. We should get that cleaned up."
"Why are you avoiding the question so much?" Draco asked, standing up.
Hermione was in the kitchen, tearing off every little peice of paper towel that she needed slowly off the roll. But Draco got there first. He said a cleanuing spell then one to make Hermione sit in her seat and not get up.
"So, it had to come to this. Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Don't play dumb, you know what."
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do. Now tell me."
"Did you o-"
"Yeah yeah yeah. 'Did you open the letter from your parents yet?' No I didn't. i answered your question, now you answer mine. What are you really doing here?"
"We should finish dinner. Then maybe we can watch a movie or something. That'd be nice wouldn't it? Would you like to?"
"What are you trying so hard not to say?!" Draco practically yelled.
"I don't want to talk about it." Hermione replied, trying to get up. But the spell was too strong.
"Well, i do. I want to know why you are invading my house, and my life and why my father is letting you stay! I'd get the belt if I'd have let a Mudblood stay."
"Can we wait?"
"No." he said sternly.
Hermione was quiet. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"Okay." she stammered. "Okay. You family doesn't really owe mine any favors. The fact is, they agreed to it as much as mine had, as big of a suprise as it is to you. Our parents were old school friends. They've secretly kept in touch through all of these years. Truth is, my father left my mom last week. And now I have to live with my sister for a year. but her house won't be finished for another four months and she is staying with a friend, so i can't go there, yet.
Obviously, our parents talked and agreed that it would be for the best if I stayed here with you for the summer because I have no where else to go."
Draco looked at her for a minute, then laughed.
"That's the worst story I've ever heard. How long did it take you to memerixe it?"
"But, it's true."
Draco coughed nervously.
"How do I know that it is true?"
"The letter explains everything."
"i don't believe this. Your a family of Muggles. You shouldn't be here and my family should have never agreed to let you stay!" Draco yelled.
Hermione scowled and shook her head.
"Believe what you want, Draco Malfoy. I know what is true and what is not."
Draco shook his head slowly. Then he said the counter curse and headed upstairs while Hermione helped a lowly house elf clear the table.
A/N- I'll probably write the letter in the next chapter. Thanks to Vying Quill for the line and to to lil_harrypotterfan226 I believe it was who gave the idea for them to talk over dinner like this. Also thanks to all of my reviewers. I love you!
WHEW, why can I write long authors notes but not long chapters? I swear, I'm cursed.
Chapter ??
Draco walked slowly and lowly down the stairs to the dining room. it was nearing six thirty in the evening and he was hungary from being in his room almost the majority of the day hiding from Granger. He couldn't help it. I guess that it had just dawned on him that his parents had actually allowed Granger, a Mudblood, a Gryffindor Mudblood, and even worse, a Potter-ite stay at his house. The thought just disgusted him to the core. She was in his house, in the kitchen, in the rooms, in the beds! It was gross! He was mad.
And confused.
Why were his parents doing all of this? They hate Mudbloods with a passion. (A/N- a big huge thank you to Vying Quill, who wrote that in a review a while back. ) They always have and always will. What was making them act different? It's in thier blood, inbedded in thier DNA, sketched in thier brains! For Voldemorts sake, they are Malfoys!.
They are only the longest running wizarding bloodline. There was absolutly no way that his parents were allowing Mudblood Granger to stay in their home with out a better reason than 'we owe their family a favor.'. What a bloody crock. That wouldn't even pass in Crabbe and Goyle's minds. Well, what brains they have. Which only furthers the point.
Draco was thinking so hard that he almost ran smack in to the wall in front of him. No, no he couldn't have that. She would come over and get her Mudblood slime all over his pure-blood body. EEWWW! Draco shivered in fear and digust. He looked up and he noticed that Hermione was giving him a strange kind of look that no one had ever dared to give him before. It was a questioning look and he had never been questioned before.
"What?!" Draco snapped, taking a seat at the table.
Hermione jumped. It was like Draco's attitude had done a ninety degree turn in to cold and mean-ness.
"Nothing. um... Dinner?" she asked, nervous for one of the only times since she had left the house to come here.
Draco rolled in eyes and scooted his chair loudly farther away from her. Okay, bye bye 90 degrees, hello one hundred and eighty! Hermione looked down at the plate that had appeared out of the spot in the table in front of her. It was full of mashed potatoes, meats, and a whole load of other things.
"What are you really doing here?" Draco asked coldly.
"Umm. Nothing. Did you read the letter your parents wrote yet?"
"No. Wh-"
"Why haven't you?"
"Did you know hear what I said? I said 'Wh-"
"Uh, no. I didn't." Hermione said, nervously, "Could you repeat the question?"
"I said-"
Hermione said a quick little spell and Draco's water spilled on to the table, soaking the white linen placemat beneith his plate.
"Oh, geez. We should get that cleaned up."
"Why are you avoiding the question so much?" Draco asked, standing up.
Hermione was in the kitchen, tearing off every little peice of paper towel that she needed slowly off the roll. But Draco got there first. He said a cleanuing spell then one to make Hermione sit in her seat and not get up.
"So, it had to come to this. Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Don't play dumb, you know what."
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do. Now tell me."
"Did you o-"
"Yeah yeah yeah. 'Did you open the letter from your parents yet?' No I didn't. i answered your question, now you answer mine. What are you really doing here?"
"We should finish dinner. Then maybe we can watch a movie or something. That'd be nice wouldn't it? Would you like to?"
"What are you trying so hard not to say?!" Draco practically yelled.
"I don't want to talk about it." Hermione replied, trying to get up. But the spell was too strong.
"Well, i do. I want to know why you are invading my house, and my life and why my father is letting you stay! I'd get the belt if I'd have let a Mudblood stay."
"Can we wait?"
"No." he said sternly.
Hermione was quiet. Her eyes welled up with tears.
"Okay." she stammered. "Okay. You family doesn't really owe mine any favors. The fact is, they agreed to it as much as mine had, as big of a suprise as it is to you. Our parents were old school friends. They've secretly kept in touch through all of these years. Truth is, my father left my mom last week. And now I have to live with my sister for a year. but her house won't be finished for another four months and she is staying with a friend, so i can't go there, yet.
Obviously, our parents talked and agreed that it would be for the best if I stayed here with you for the summer because I have no where else to go."
Draco looked at her for a minute, then laughed.
"That's the worst story I've ever heard. How long did it take you to memerixe it?"
"But, it's true."
Draco coughed nervously.
"How do I know that it is true?"
"The letter explains everything."
"i don't believe this. Your a family of Muggles. You shouldn't be here and my family should have never agreed to let you stay!" Draco yelled.
Hermione scowled and shook her head.
"Believe what you want, Draco Malfoy. I know what is true and what is not."
Draco shook his head slowly. Then he said the counter curse and headed upstairs while Hermione helped a lowly house elf clear the table.
A/N- I'll probably write the letter in the next chapter. Thanks to Vying Quill for the line and to to lil_harrypotterfan226 I believe it was who gave the idea for them to talk over dinner like this. Also thanks to all of my reviewers. I love you!
