My Unexpected Love
By: Quillholder
Summary: Hermione meets a mysteriously handsome, blonde man in Paris while visiting relatives, only to find that he has been her torturer throughout her Hogwarts years. Will their flowering love survive?
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Hermione Granger lazily turned the next page in her dog-eared, paperback copy of Anne Rice's Tale of the Body Thief with a sigh. An unfinished, melting sundae sat in front of her on the marble table. Her parents, aunt, and uncle had left both her cousin Adele and herself to their own devices for the afternoon until tomorrow afternoon while they went to another family gathering in Marseilles. Her Aunt Jillian had convinced Hermione's mother that Adele and Hermione needed 'quality' time together before the holiday was over.
'What a holiday!' Hermione thought to herself sarcastically. 'Traveled to Paris again, to be left alone!' she shook her head and flipped another page. She was sure to get in trouble, seeing as how she really had no idea where Adele was. Though Hermione herself was almost 17, and Adele was 18, Adele certainly had more of an inclination for air-headed trouble.
Adele had taken off with Jourdain, her current boyfriend, to only God knows where the minute she found she had spare time she didn't have to account for to her parents. 'Of course she assumes I will lie and cover for her,' Hermione thought to herself. She slipped deep into her own thoughts, her book now laying as forgotten as the melted sundae on the café tabletop.
Her thoughts seemed drift to school, where they often did anyway. In a month she would return from her relative's house in France and complete her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Head Girl. In fact, one of her best friends, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had just written her the day before. He had invited both she and their friend Ron Weasley to spend the week before school started with him and his once-a- fugitive godfather, Sirius Black.
"Mione!" A female voice called. Hermione turned to see Adele crossing the street to her table outside the café, Jourdain following dutifully behind. Adele ran to the table, blonde curls bouncing.
"'Allo Mione! Are you still sitting 'ere all alone? Come now, go find some fun!" she giggled.
"I was having fun." Hermione said, pointing at the book. "Lestat was entertaining me with his perchance for mischief."
"Get your pretty little nose out of those books, ma belle." Jourdain interjected from Adele's other side.
"Oui, Mione. Go! Have some fun! You must promise to come to the club with us tonight and let yourself have a little bit of fun."
"Alright, will you stop pestering me if I promise to come with you tonight?"
"Promise?" Adele asked, grinning.
"Yes, now let me finish my book in peace, please?" Hermione asked.
"But of course." Jourdain agreed, dragging Adele away before she could pester her cousin further.
Hermione sighed and picked up her book again. After about fifteen minutes she felt someone's eyes upon her. 'No wonder.' She thought to herself. 'I'm wearing Adele's shirt!' It was a black spaghetti strap shirt; one Hermione herself wouldn't normally wear.
She glanced upwards to see a young man about her age at the table across from her. 'My, my, my, what a hunk!' she found herself thinking. His shoulder length, long, almost 17th century, blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. From where she was sitting she could see his well-defined muscles.
He raised his head and met her inquiring gaze and smiled slightly. 'Something familiar about him.' She thought offhandedly. Odd, for he was thinking the same things about her.
Draco Malfoy was studying the beautiful female at the table next to him when she looked up at him. She had long brown hair with sun-streaked bits of blonde strands mixed in and a pretty smile. 'Damn sexy!' he thought to himself. 'Something looks familiar about her though.'
She smiled timidly back and he rose from his seat and walked over to her.
"Bonjour." He said in seemingly perfect French.
'He must be French.' Hermione immediately assumed. "Hello, how are you?" she chattered back in French.
"Mione, is it?" he asked. He had been able to hear the blonde yelling to her, but not the conversation ensuing.
"Yes, and you?"
"Drake." He answered, which was what his French Aunt Carissa called him.
Hermione laughed and chatted with him for a while about nothing in particular. After about fifteen minutes she had found a slight British accent below his French.
"So, do you speak English?" she asked, in English.
"Yes!" he said, looking surprised, "You do too?"
"Of course! I was born and raised in England. One might bloody well hope I can speak English." She said with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She glanced at her watch and her eyes grew wide. "Holy crap! I'm late, my parents and relatives expected me back half an hour ago!" she stood and turned back to him as he too stood.
"It was nice meeting you Drake, perhaps I might see you later?"
"Certainly." He said, smiling. He had heard mention going to a club, and had discreetly found out which one they planned to go to. Hermione smiled at him and started to hurry off.
"Wait!" he called.
"Yes?" she asked, turning back around.
"Need a ride?" he asked, gesturing to his uncle's motorcycle he had borrowed for the afternoon.
"I'd love one!" she said, smiling even more. He walked over to the bike and handed her a spare helmet and she climbed on behind him. For lack of a better place to put them, she wrapped her arms around his waist as he took off down the road. She gave him directions to her cousins' house.
He stopped in front of the little iron gate that led up to the steps of the quaint little house. She hopped off the bike and handed him the helmet. Adele came to the door and waved at her calling "Mione! You'd best hurry, your mother is worried!"
Moine turned and looked at Drake apologetically. "Sorry Drake. Thanks for the ride. I'll see you later!" she ran up the steps and waved along with Adele to Drake as he sped off down the lane.
"I see you finally listened to me, no?" Adele said, laughing as she closed the door.
"No, actually," Hermione replied, nose in the air, "I sat at the café and he came up and we had a nice little conversation!" She ran upstairs to the room she shared with Adele while she was in France. She rummaged through her half of the closet. Nothing seemed to be right to wear. It was all. 'Too me!' she though to herself.
Instead she turned to Adele's clothes. They were roughly the same petite size. Adele was perhaps an inch or two taller, but that made no real difference. She pushed another and another aside until she came to the back of the closet. There she found a little black strapless dress.
'Well, why the heck not?' she thought to herself, pulling it out of the closet.
"One of my past boyfriends gave that to me." Adele said from the door of her room. "I never wore it. You are welcome to it, you would look simply fantastic!"
"Thank you, Adele. I'm sure it will look wonderful." Hermione said, giving her cousin a hug and running to the bathroom. She took her sweet time having a rose scented bath. She climbed out, wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. Once she was dry, she pulled the dress on and ran out of the bathroom to show Adele.
"Ah! Mione, you simply look magnifique!" she said, clapping her hands together and smiling. "Now, we must do something with your hair!" she said, ushering her back into the bathroom. She fussed over Hermione's hair for about a half hour. Hermione's hair was no longer bushy as it once had been, but settled into a slight curly mass, that the wind often whipped into an unruly knot. Adele finally settled on simply brushing it out and leaving it down.
"Your hair is so long now, Mione!" She told her. "It's halfway down your back! Now it is time for me to get ready. Jourdian will be here in a little while.." She chattered on.
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TBC
A/N: Yes, well, that is truly only the introduction. Review and let me know if anyone wants me to continue! Thanks muches! R/R
~Quillholder~
By: Quillholder
Summary: Hermione meets a mysteriously handsome, blonde man in Paris while visiting relatives, only to find that he has been her torturer throughout her Hogwarts years. Will their flowering love survive?
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Hermione Granger lazily turned the next page in her dog-eared, paperback copy of Anne Rice's Tale of the Body Thief with a sigh. An unfinished, melting sundae sat in front of her on the marble table. Her parents, aunt, and uncle had left both her cousin Adele and herself to their own devices for the afternoon until tomorrow afternoon while they went to another family gathering in Marseilles. Her Aunt Jillian had convinced Hermione's mother that Adele and Hermione needed 'quality' time together before the holiday was over.
'What a holiday!' Hermione thought to herself sarcastically. 'Traveled to Paris again, to be left alone!' she shook her head and flipped another page. She was sure to get in trouble, seeing as how she really had no idea where Adele was. Though Hermione herself was almost 17, and Adele was 18, Adele certainly had more of an inclination for air-headed trouble.
Adele had taken off with Jourdain, her current boyfriend, to only God knows where the minute she found she had spare time she didn't have to account for to her parents. 'Of course she assumes I will lie and cover for her,' Hermione thought to herself. She slipped deep into her own thoughts, her book now laying as forgotten as the melted sundae on the café tabletop.
Her thoughts seemed drift to school, where they often did anyway. In a month she would return from her relative's house in France and complete her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Head Girl. In fact, one of her best friends, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had just written her the day before. He had invited both she and their friend Ron Weasley to spend the week before school started with him and his once-a- fugitive godfather, Sirius Black.
"Mione!" A female voice called. Hermione turned to see Adele crossing the street to her table outside the café, Jourdain following dutifully behind. Adele ran to the table, blonde curls bouncing.
"'Allo Mione! Are you still sitting 'ere all alone? Come now, go find some fun!" she giggled.
"I was having fun." Hermione said, pointing at the book. "Lestat was entertaining me with his perchance for mischief."
"Get your pretty little nose out of those books, ma belle." Jourdain interjected from Adele's other side.
"Oui, Mione. Go! Have some fun! You must promise to come to the club with us tonight and let yourself have a little bit of fun."
"Alright, will you stop pestering me if I promise to come with you tonight?"
"Promise?" Adele asked, grinning.
"Yes, now let me finish my book in peace, please?" Hermione asked.
"But of course." Jourdain agreed, dragging Adele away before she could pester her cousin further.
Hermione sighed and picked up her book again. After about fifteen minutes she felt someone's eyes upon her. 'No wonder.' She thought to herself. 'I'm wearing Adele's shirt!' It was a black spaghetti strap shirt; one Hermione herself wouldn't normally wear.
She glanced upwards to see a young man about her age at the table across from her. 'My, my, my, what a hunk!' she found herself thinking. His shoulder length, long, almost 17th century, blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. From where she was sitting she could see his well-defined muscles.
He raised his head and met her inquiring gaze and smiled slightly. 'Something familiar about him.' She thought offhandedly. Odd, for he was thinking the same things about her.
Draco Malfoy was studying the beautiful female at the table next to him when she looked up at him. She had long brown hair with sun-streaked bits of blonde strands mixed in and a pretty smile. 'Damn sexy!' he thought to himself. 'Something looks familiar about her though.'
She smiled timidly back and he rose from his seat and walked over to her.
"Bonjour." He said in seemingly perfect French.
'He must be French.' Hermione immediately assumed. "Hello, how are you?" she chattered back in French.
"Mione, is it?" he asked. He had been able to hear the blonde yelling to her, but not the conversation ensuing.
"Yes, and you?"
"Drake." He answered, which was what his French Aunt Carissa called him.
Hermione laughed and chatted with him for a while about nothing in particular. After about fifteen minutes she had found a slight British accent below his French.
"So, do you speak English?" she asked, in English.
"Yes!" he said, looking surprised, "You do too?"
"Of course! I was born and raised in England. One might bloody well hope I can speak English." She said with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She glanced at her watch and her eyes grew wide. "Holy crap! I'm late, my parents and relatives expected me back half an hour ago!" she stood and turned back to him as he too stood.
"It was nice meeting you Drake, perhaps I might see you later?"
"Certainly." He said, smiling. He had heard mention going to a club, and had discreetly found out which one they planned to go to. Hermione smiled at him and started to hurry off.
"Wait!" he called.
"Yes?" she asked, turning back around.
"Need a ride?" he asked, gesturing to his uncle's motorcycle he had borrowed for the afternoon.
"I'd love one!" she said, smiling even more. He walked over to the bike and handed her a spare helmet and she climbed on behind him. For lack of a better place to put them, she wrapped her arms around his waist as he took off down the road. She gave him directions to her cousins' house.
He stopped in front of the little iron gate that led up to the steps of the quaint little house. She hopped off the bike and handed him the helmet. Adele came to the door and waved at her calling "Mione! You'd best hurry, your mother is worried!"
Moine turned and looked at Drake apologetically. "Sorry Drake. Thanks for the ride. I'll see you later!" she ran up the steps and waved along with Adele to Drake as he sped off down the lane.
"I see you finally listened to me, no?" Adele said, laughing as she closed the door.
"No, actually," Hermione replied, nose in the air, "I sat at the café and he came up and we had a nice little conversation!" She ran upstairs to the room she shared with Adele while she was in France. She rummaged through her half of the closet. Nothing seemed to be right to wear. It was all. 'Too me!' she though to herself.
Instead she turned to Adele's clothes. They were roughly the same petite size. Adele was perhaps an inch or two taller, but that made no real difference. She pushed another and another aside until she came to the back of the closet. There she found a little black strapless dress.
'Well, why the heck not?' she thought to herself, pulling it out of the closet.
"One of my past boyfriends gave that to me." Adele said from the door of her room. "I never wore it. You are welcome to it, you would look simply fantastic!"
"Thank you, Adele. I'm sure it will look wonderful." Hermione said, giving her cousin a hug and running to the bathroom. She took her sweet time having a rose scented bath. She climbed out, wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. Once she was dry, she pulled the dress on and ran out of the bathroom to show Adele.
"Ah! Mione, you simply look magnifique!" she said, clapping her hands together and smiling. "Now, we must do something with your hair!" she said, ushering her back into the bathroom. She fussed over Hermione's hair for about a half hour. Hermione's hair was no longer bushy as it once had been, but settled into a slight curly mass, that the wind often whipped into an unruly knot. Adele finally settled on simply brushing it out and leaving it down.
"Your hair is so long now, Mione!" She told her. "It's halfway down your back! Now it is time for me to get ready. Jourdian will be here in a little while.." She chattered on.
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TBC
A/N: Yes, well, that is truly only the introduction. Review and let me know if anyone wants me to continue! Thanks muches! R/R
~Quillholder~