2- Reencounter
Hermione scurried around the room filled with wall - to - wall wands. 28 - year - old Hermione Granger was a part-time worker at Olivander's.
"Hermione, you work like a busy bee, take it easy." Mr. Olivander insisted.
"Sorry Mr. Olivander, but, I get fidgety if I don't do anything." Hermione explained, "By the way, how is it you remember every single wand you sell?"
This question was one that Hermione had wondered since she first walked through the doors of Olivander's 17 years ago.
"How is it you remember every single spell?" Olivander questioned back. Hermione pondered and shrugged, unable to explain. "Well, when you find out how you remember how to remember every spell, I'll tell you how I remember every wand I sold." he smiled, "I think you have an admirer." he said, looking past her at the store's front window.
"Who?" Hermione turned around and looked back, "Him?"
"Don't make it so obvious. Do you know the lad?" Olivander questioned.
"No, but he IS a little too young. He looks as if he's only 11." Hermione smirked.
"I know that. But for the past week, he's come past the store, looked in, then walked away." Olivander explained.
"Well, he'll walk away again." Hermione insisted. "Do you know him?"
"I doubt he'll walk away. And I know him. His father came here 17 years ago." Olivander said, glancing at his calendar. He was right, the little boy walked in. He had platinum-blonde hair, it was short and a bit spikey. He had a certain look to him, that set off alarms in Hermione's head.
"I was wondering when I'd see you, Drake Malfoy." Olivander greeted.
"Yes, well, my father will be coming soon too buy my wand." he said. His voice was exactly like Draco's was. Hermione just glared at the little boy. He must be Draco's son. But who was his mother ?
Olivander handed Drake a wand, "Oak, Pheonix tail, 9½ inches."
Drake mearly waved it and the desk began to tremble. " 'fraid not." he took it back and gave him another,
"Mahogany, Unicorn hair, 11 inches."
Drake waved it and electricity ran through him and he threw it down.
" 'trying to kill me?" Drake questioned as he stepped back.
"Let me try Mr. Olivander." Hermione insisted. She went through the shelves and brought out a wand. "Try this. Maple, Pheonix tail, 10 ½ inches."
Drake took it and instantly he was filled with a surge of power.
"Very good Ms. Granger." OLivander said.
"My father will be in here soon." and as if on cue, Draco walked in.
He was tall, a few inches taller than Hermione, his hair was as always, slicked back (but with gel, he finally got the idea.)
"Hello Mr. Olivander, good to see -" he paused as he caught sight of Hermione, leaning against the front desk. "Hermione."
Hermione merely nodded in a silent response. "I'm taking a break Mr. Olivander."
"For once!" he called after her as she exited.
"Here's the money sir. Stay here Drake!" Draco dropped some money on the counter and ran after Hermione.
Hermione walked through the crowd, until she felt a tug on her arm. She turned back to see Draco. She flung his grasp off of her.
"What do you want?" she questioned.
"Is there a problem?" Draco asked, "Listen, I just want to talk."
"Why would you want to talk, you should probably go back home to your wife." she said with distaste.
"I don't have a wife." Draco said, "Yeah, I have a son, but I never married his mother."
"Well, why did you have a son if you didn't plan on getting married." Hermione questioned.
"It was an accident. Besides, we werent' even together when she got pregnant." Draco insisted.
"We were in school when this happened?" Hermione questioned angrily.
"No, it was about a week after we left Hogwarts. But still, it was an accident!" Draco presisted.
"Who is she?"
"What?"
"Who is she? Who is Drake's mother." Hermione questioned.
"Pansy." Draco mumbled.
"Pansy? Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione repeated in disbelief. She stormed away, until he grabbed hold of her again. "What do you want?"
"I want you to understand. I may have had a child with Pansy, but I still love you." Draco said.
"Well I don't love you." Hermione said. Draco dropped his grasp on her. They stood there in silence, "Not anymore."
"Is that true? That you don't love me?" Draco asked.
Hermione stayed silent. She looked at him, turned away and ran down and alley. He followed her with his eyes, until she turned a corner and disappeared from his view. He stood there, bewildered.
------------------- Please R&R!!
Hermione scurried around the room filled with wall - to - wall wands. 28 - year - old Hermione Granger was a part-time worker at Olivander's.
"Hermione, you work like a busy bee, take it easy." Mr. Olivander insisted.
"Sorry Mr. Olivander, but, I get fidgety if I don't do anything." Hermione explained, "By the way, how is it you remember every single wand you sell?"
This question was one that Hermione had wondered since she first walked through the doors of Olivander's 17 years ago.
"How is it you remember every single spell?" Olivander questioned back. Hermione pondered and shrugged, unable to explain. "Well, when you find out how you remember how to remember every spell, I'll tell you how I remember every wand I sold." he smiled, "I think you have an admirer." he said, looking past her at the store's front window.
"Who?" Hermione turned around and looked back, "Him?"
"Don't make it so obvious. Do you know the lad?" Olivander questioned.
"No, but he IS a little too young. He looks as if he's only 11." Hermione smirked.
"I know that. But for the past week, he's come past the store, looked in, then walked away." Olivander explained.
"Well, he'll walk away again." Hermione insisted. "Do you know him?"
"I doubt he'll walk away. And I know him. His father came here 17 years ago." Olivander said, glancing at his calendar. He was right, the little boy walked in. He had platinum-blonde hair, it was short and a bit spikey. He had a certain look to him, that set off alarms in Hermione's head.
"I was wondering when I'd see you, Drake Malfoy." Olivander greeted.
"Yes, well, my father will be coming soon too buy my wand." he said. His voice was exactly like Draco's was. Hermione just glared at the little boy. He must be Draco's son. But who was his mother ?
Olivander handed Drake a wand, "Oak, Pheonix tail, 9½ inches."
Drake mearly waved it and the desk began to tremble. " 'fraid not." he took it back and gave him another,
"Mahogany, Unicorn hair, 11 inches."
Drake waved it and electricity ran through him and he threw it down.
" 'trying to kill me?" Drake questioned as he stepped back.
"Let me try Mr. Olivander." Hermione insisted. She went through the shelves and brought out a wand. "Try this. Maple, Pheonix tail, 10 ½ inches."
Drake took it and instantly he was filled with a surge of power.
"Very good Ms. Granger." OLivander said.
"My father will be in here soon." and as if on cue, Draco walked in.
He was tall, a few inches taller than Hermione, his hair was as always, slicked back (but with gel, he finally got the idea.)
"Hello Mr. Olivander, good to see -" he paused as he caught sight of Hermione, leaning against the front desk. "Hermione."
Hermione merely nodded in a silent response. "I'm taking a break Mr. Olivander."
"For once!" he called after her as she exited.
"Here's the money sir. Stay here Drake!" Draco dropped some money on the counter and ran after Hermione.
Hermione walked through the crowd, until she felt a tug on her arm. She turned back to see Draco. She flung his grasp off of her.
"What do you want?" she questioned.
"Is there a problem?" Draco asked, "Listen, I just want to talk."
"Why would you want to talk, you should probably go back home to your wife." she said with distaste.
"I don't have a wife." Draco said, "Yeah, I have a son, but I never married his mother."
"Well, why did you have a son if you didn't plan on getting married." Hermione questioned.
"It was an accident. Besides, we werent' even together when she got pregnant." Draco insisted.
"We were in school when this happened?" Hermione questioned angrily.
"No, it was about a week after we left Hogwarts. But still, it was an accident!" Draco presisted.
"Who is she?"
"What?"
"Who is she? Who is Drake's mother." Hermione questioned.
"Pansy." Draco mumbled.
"Pansy? Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione repeated in disbelief. She stormed away, until he grabbed hold of her again. "What do you want?"
"I want you to understand. I may have had a child with Pansy, but I still love you." Draco said.
"Well I don't love you." Hermione said. Draco dropped his grasp on her. They stood there in silence, "Not anymore."
"Is that true? That you don't love me?" Draco asked.
Hermione stayed silent. She looked at him, turned away and ran down and alley. He followed her with his eyes, until she turned a corner and disappeared from his view. He stood there, bewildered.
------------------- Please R&R!!
