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Draco and Hermione pulled up to the Manor followed by the moving truck. Draco got out of the Mercedes, which had been Gustofs, and he opened Hermiones door. She stepped out, and waited. Draco told the men in German where to put Hermione and his belongings, which were in boxes. Hermione had no idea what they were saying. She shivered in the cold air. It was late April now.
She remembered only a month ago when she was still living with Gustof. She wished to forget those memories and to concentrate on Draco and her new memories instead.
Hermione walked into the house as the men were getting the things from the truck. The maid had opened all the heavy curtains like shed asked her to do. Hermione thought of how those curtains probably hadnt been opened in 20 years. The home itself was beautiful in its entirety; it was situated on 10 acres of vast countryside. The house was made of stone, and built around 1100 AD. It had over a 100 rooms, and it was in good condition. Most of the furniture was antique, and there was artwork there worth millions. Most of the home was in dark wood square paneling, dark reds, or dark greens. There was an abundance of velvet; with curtains, sofas, and beds. The rugs were plush and expensive. It was mostly lit by candlelights, which Hermione liked alot. To her, it made the huge estate more like a real home. There was a rather big pond in the back of the home, with a small island. There was a small cottage on that island, that Gustof perhaps went to sometimes.
Hermione had still not yet seen where her and Dracos room was to be. She walked up a first flight of stairs which went to the East wing of the house. She knew that her rooms were in the West wing, but she didnt exactly know where the stairs were to that. She climbed the stone, cold steps, and walked onto the hardwood flooring of the East wing. She walked rather briskly, passing the many rooms. She felt a strange feeling as she passed one room. She stopped infront of it, and slowly turned her head, breathing heavily. She looked at that heavy, oak door. Gustofs room.
It had been very dark when she had came here last, but she knew it was his. She wanted desperately to get away from this room, so much, but her legs wouldnt budge. She was scared out of her mind. She gathered all her strength and ran as fast as she could down the hall, down to the West wing. She collapsed against the dark wood wall, and tried to catch her breath. She didnt know what that was back there, but she knew she would not go back down to the East wing again.
'Hermione!' she heard her Draco call from downstairs.
'Yes, Im coming!' She yelled back, still out of breath, and made her way down the stairs from the West wing.
She hurridly went to Draco, and threw herself at him. He embraced her and almost fell back.
'Merlin, what happened to you? Your as white as if youd just seen a ghost!' Draco laughed lightly, and patted her hair. 'There, there, hun.'
'I walked past his room, Draco. I didnt know the stairs to the West wing, so I used the ones for the East wing. Im sorry!' Hermione said, and looked up at him.
'Dont be sorry! Dont be scared, either. Gustof is gone, now. He cant come back. I know his room sends chills up your spine, it does to mine too,' Draco said trying to comfort Hermione. She was shaking.
'Its just that I cant get that picture out of my mind. Of Gustof, at his piano. Just him sitting there, his hands still on those keys, dead! I dream about it, Draco! Nightmares! It wont go away, like hes haunting me!' Hermione said, shaking her head and looking at the floor. Draco laughed a little.
'My dear, Gustof wont haunt you. He is in heaven now. But I also have nightmares about Gustof, it was a horrible thing to have to see. But I think we should try and not dwell on the past,' Draco said softly, and squeezed Hermiones hand.
'Come now, lets ask the chef whats for dinner,' Draco pulled her with him as he pranced down the hall. Hermione did like the idea of having a personal chef in the house. She had never had a life of luxury and riches.
When they arrived at the kitchen, Hermione was amazed by it. All the appliances were state-of-the-art, and it was beautiful. Hermione loved to cook, and she pictured herself cooking breakfast here. She smiled.
'I know how much you love to cook, but our chef Hans cooks dinners and such. Hans, meet Hermione,' Draco said as he introduced them. A very nice looking man stuck his hand out for Hermione to shake. He was about 50 years old, and he had a very genuine smile. Hermione smiled back and shook his hand.
'Next, off to the barn!' Draco shouted as he whisked Hermione off again. They made their way though gardens and such until they reached a very nice barn. Draco opened the door, and Hermione discovered that there were horses in there. There were also about 10 different people tending to them, and Hermione was amazed.
'There are horses too??' Hermione beamed as she walked through, patting some of the horses. 'Oh Draco, I love horses!'
Just then, Hermione spotted a young man raking hay in the corner. She only saw the back of him, but something in her jumped. He turned around, and Hermiones eyes opened wide.
He was a boy of about 19 or 20, with blonde hair, and the greenest eyes youd ever seen. He looked familiar, almost too familiar, but Hermione could not place him. Draco saw that Hermione was looking at him. He cleared his throat.
'Ah, and this is Sven. He works here all the time raking hay and such. He cant speak English, though, so dont think hes ignoring you if you speak to him. The first times I spoke to him, he ignored me until I realized he couldnt speak English,' Draco laughed. Hermione laughed too, but something about that boy made her very uneasy. He stared at Hermione until she made Draco take her somewhere else. All day she thought about how Sven kept staring at her, with those emerald eyes. He did scare her, and she was dissapointed because she wanted to go see the horses, but not if Sven was there.
At dinner, Draco sat at one end of a very long, cherry wood table, and Hermione at the other. The room was dark, and a single candlabra in the middle of the table lit it.
'Draco, why is it always so dark here?' Hermione asked, shoving the delicious steak in her mouth. Itd been a long time since she had foor that good.
'It always has been. The walls are dark colors, everything is dark and old. But in the day time when the curtains are open, its much nicer I think. I would try and brighten it up, but id like to preserve the house for as long as possible. But, I kind of like it,' Draco said, also shoving the steak in his mouth. Yum, steak. Hermione nodded, still chewing.
'I always did like old houses, dark ones. But this place is a little too dark, all the time. Im not complaining, but it just seemed a bit strange to me is all,' she said with her mouth full. Draco laughed.
'Nice table manners, hun,'
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Draco and Hermione pulled up to the Manor followed by the moving truck. Draco got out of the Mercedes, which had been Gustofs, and he opened Hermiones door. She stepped out, and waited. Draco told the men in German where to put Hermione and his belongings, which were in boxes. Hermione had no idea what they were saying. She shivered in the cold air. It was late April now.
She remembered only a month ago when she was still living with Gustof. She wished to forget those memories and to concentrate on Draco and her new memories instead.
Hermione walked into the house as the men were getting the things from the truck. The maid had opened all the heavy curtains like shed asked her to do. Hermione thought of how those curtains probably hadnt been opened in 20 years. The home itself was beautiful in its entirety; it was situated on 10 acres of vast countryside. The house was made of stone, and built around 1100 AD. It had over a 100 rooms, and it was in good condition. Most of the furniture was antique, and there was artwork there worth millions. Most of the home was in dark wood square paneling, dark reds, or dark greens. There was an abundance of velvet; with curtains, sofas, and beds. The rugs were plush and expensive. It was mostly lit by candlelights, which Hermione liked alot. To her, it made the huge estate more like a real home. There was a rather big pond in the back of the home, with a small island. There was a small cottage on that island, that Gustof perhaps went to sometimes.
Hermione had still not yet seen where her and Dracos room was to be. She walked up a first flight of stairs which went to the East wing of the house. She knew that her rooms were in the West wing, but she didnt exactly know where the stairs were to that. She climbed the stone, cold steps, and walked onto the hardwood flooring of the East wing. She walked rather briskly, passing the many rooms. She felt a strange feeling as she passed one room. She stopped infront of it, and slowly turned her head, breathing heavily. She looked at that heavy, oak door. Gustofs room.
It had been very dark when she had came here last, but she knew it was his. She wanted desperately to get away from this room, so much, but her legs wouldnt budge. She was scared out of her mind. She gathered all her strength and ran as fast as she could down the hall, down to the West wing. She collapsed against the dark wood wall, and tried to catch her breath. She didnt know what that was back there, but she knew she would not go back down to the East wing again.
'Hermione!' she heard her Draco call from downstairs.
'Yes, Im coming!' She yelled back, still out of breath, and made her way down the stairs from the West wing.
She hurridly went to Draco, and threw herself at him. He embraced her and almost fell back.
'Merlin, what happened to you? Your as white as if youd just seen a ghost!' Draco laughed lightly, and patted her hair. 'There, there, hun.'
'I walked past his room, Draco. I didnt know the stairs to the West wing, so I used the ones for the East wing. Im sorry!' Hermione said, and looked up at him.
'Dont be sorry! Dont be scared, either. Gustof is gone, now. He cant come back. I know his room sends chills up your spine, it does to mine too,' Draco said trying to comfort Hermione. She was shaking.
'Its just that I cant get that picture out of my mind. Of Gustof, at his piano. Just him sitting there, his hands still on those keys, dead! I dream about it, Draco! Nightmares! It wont go away, like hes haunting me!' Hermione said, shaking her head and looking at the floor. Draco laughed a little.
'My dear, Gustof wont haunt you. He is in heaven now. But I also have nightmares about Gustof, it was a horrible thing to have to see. But I think we should try and not dwell on the past,' Draco said softly, and squeezed Hermiones hand.
'Come now, lets ask the chef whats for dinner,' Draco pulled her with him as he pranced down the hall. Hermione did like the idea of having a personal chef in the house. She had never had a life of luxury and riches.
When they arrived at the kitchen, Hermione was amazed by it. All the appliances were state-of-the-art, and it was beautiful. Hermione loved to cook, and she pictured herself cooking breakfast here. She smiled.
'I know how much you love to cook, but our chef Hans cooks dinners and such. Hans, meet Hermione,' Draco said as he introduced them. A very nice looking man stuck his hand out for Hermione to shake. He was about 50 years old, and he had a very genuine smile. Hermione smiled back and shook his hand.
'Next, off to the barn!' Draco shouted as he whisked Hermione off again. They made their way though gardens and such until they reached a very nice barn. Draco opened the door, and Hermione discovered that there were horses in there. There were also about 10 different people tending to them, and Hermione was amazed.
'There are horses too??' Hermione beamed as she walked through, patting some of the horses. 'Oh Draco, I love horses!'
Just then, Hermione spotted a young man raking hay in the corner. She only saw the back of him, but something in her jumped. He turned around, and Hermiones eyes opened wide.
He was a boy of about 19 or 20, with blonde hair, and the greenest eyes youd ever seen. He looked familiar, almost too familiar, but Hermione could not place him. Draco saw that Hermione was looking at him. He cleared his throat.
'Ah, and this is Sven. He works here all the time raking hay and such. He cant speak English, though, so dont think hes ignoring you if you speak to him. The first times I spoke to him, he ignored me until I realized he couldnt speak English,' Draco laughed. Hermione laughed too, but something about that boy made her very uneasy. He stared at Hermione until she made Draco take her somewhere else. All day she thought about how Sven kept staring at her, with those emerald eyes. He did scare her, and she was dissapointed because she wanted to go see the horses, but not if Sven was there.
At dinner, Draco sat at one end of a very long, cherry wood table, and Hermione at the other. The room was dark, and a single candlabra in the middle of the table lit it.
'Draco, why is it always so dark here?' Hermione asked, shoving the delicious steak in her mouth. Itd been a long time since she had foor that good.
'It always has been. The walls are dark colors, everything is dark and old. But in the day time when the curtains are open, its much nicer I think. I would try and brighten it up, but id like to preserve the house for as long as possible. But, I kind of like it,' Draco said, also shoving the steak in his mouth. Yum, steak. Hermione nodded, still chewing.
'I always did like old houses, dark ones. But this place is a little too dark, all the time. Im not complaining, but it just seemed a bit strange to me is all,' she said with her mouth full. Draco laughed.
'Nice table manners, hun,'