Disclaimer:I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, but I do own the story and the minor characters...
A/N: Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter up...but i've been hounded with test and homework for the past few weeks...how you enjoy this chapter!
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Hermione hummed a tune as she happily got ready for school that morning. It was a sunny May morning, and the sky was bright and cheerful, somewhat the way Hermione felt that day. She didn't know why, but she felt like nothing could go wrong that day.
She arrived at school, and gracefully prepared for the day's work. Her first two classes zoomed by, and she was glad to finally be teaching her last class, and was looking forward to seeing Draco as well. She smiled as she opened the door to let in her advanced class, only to see that Draco wasn't there.
"Dialo," she started, "Where's your uncle?"
"He left already," Dialo shrugged and took his seat. Hermione brushed it off and put on a smile as she began teaching. The advanced class had a busy, yet joyful hour and a half stored for them, as they would be working with wands to figure out some simple magic spells. One by one, each student performed each spell with a certain ease. With all the fun they were having, the minutes passed swiftly and before they all knew it, it was time to leave. Hermione opened the door to let everyone out, and noticed that Draco was in his usual spot. She smiled and went out to greet him, only to see that the cold silver eyes that she had known at Hogwarts had returned to his face.
"What's wrong Draco?" She asked innocently.
"Dialo, go wait in the car," Draco instructed. Dialo did as he was told, and walked down the stairs to the front. Draco peered out the window and once he made sure that Dialo was in the car, he grabbed Hermione by the arm and pushed her against the wall.
"You tell me, Granger," he sneered. Her heart broke into a million pieces once that name slipped from his lips. She knew what was wrong.
"I-I," she stuttered. There was no turning back now. She hung her head in shame, "I'm sorry."
He just shook his head, his eyes narrowing, making him look more evil than he had ever looked. His tight gripped released after awhile and he turned around to walk away. Hermione's eyes followed his built figure walk away, and still followed him as he got into the car and drove off. Once the black car diappeared down the road, Hermione collapsed into a heap of tears. Everything was going so well until now. There was no denying that this was all her fault, but she knew that now her heart would never mend. Her sobs echoed in the empty hallways, and after nearly half and hour, she composed herself well enough to walk the ten minutes to her apartment. Once there, she dove head first onto her couch and cried into the throw pillows. Crookshanks nuzzled into her neck, comforting her, but nothing worked. Cocoa flew in from being let out and hooted all night long trying to get Hermione's attention. Hermione refused to listen and just felt awful. All that crying made her tired and she fell asleep on the couch, lying on her now wrinkled clothing.
She awoke earlier than usual, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her hair was tosseled and she felt miserable. Not even the sweet melody of the birds chirping could make her feel better. She sighed, forcing herself to get up and do the simplest of chores. She still had to go to work, although she would rather just lock herself inside forever.
The day went by so slowly, and she was not in the best of moods. All her students noticed it, but didn't utter a word. They quietly did what they were told and left her in peace. This was the case for that whole week. Dialo saw the sorrow in his teacher's face every single day, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He had no idea what was going on between her and his uncle, but watching the only two people he cared for so upset, he knew that he had to get them back together.
Class ended that Tuesday afternoon, and Hermione just sat at her desk and watched the children leave. Draco no longer waited out in the halls for Dialo, but waited outside in his car, not wanting to ever see her face again. Once Dialo shut the back door, Draco sped off towards their home. The two didn't speak, Draco's eyes set on the road in front. He didn't realize that by the way he was acting, it was affecting his relationship with his own nephew. Once at home, Draco slammed the car door shut and stormed back to the house, leaving Dialo with the butler. Dialo heard his uncle's library door slam shut, then sulked to the kitchen, where a fresh batch of cookies where waiting for him. As he munched quietly, he thought of many ways to make things better.
"Master Dialo, you look down. What ever is the matter?" Ares, their butler asked.
"Uncle Draco," Dialo muttered, grabbing another cookie from the platter. Ares waited patiently for Dialo to finish his cookie and explain more.
"Uncle Draco and my teacher were so happy together, all the sloppy lovely-dovey stuff, and now they look so sad and angry. I don't even know what happened. All Uncle does now is lock himself in his library and doesn't come out except to eat and to take me to school. He doesn't help me with my homework, or take me to Grandmother's place, or even to the wizard world anymore. And school used to be fun. Now Ms. Granger just hands out a ton of sheets and sits at her desk with such a sour face. I'm not the only one who noticed this. Everyone in my class has noticed, and we all give each other these looks, hoping that maybe tomorrow she'll have a smile on her face, only to see her miserable. It's ridiculous!" Dialo was ready to cry. He missed his Uncle and missed the old Ms. Granger. Ares didn't respond, not knowing how to. Dialo sighed and walked to his room, slamming the door.
With the left-over cookies, Ares took them to the library and knocked quietly on the door.
"Go away," came the nasty reply.
"Master Draco, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some food," Ares tried to lure the man out.
"I'm not hungry."
Ares walked in anyways, tired of the way Draco was acting. Ares was in his late fourties and had much experiance in a matter like this.
"Master Draco, I'm quite sorry that I have intruded, but you might as well know that by acting like a 3 year old child, locking yourself in here, is honestly upseting little Dialo. I have been very worried about Dialo for the past week. He sulks in the kitchen, neglecting his homework and leaves it to the last minute. Now, I do not care what happened between you and Ms. Granger, but for Dialo's sake, pull yourself together, because Dialo is a bright child, and I would hate to see his talents go to waste," Ares calmly stated and before Draco could open his mouth, Ares left the library, closing the door behind him.
Draco sighed loudly. He absolutely hated when other people were right. Dialo needed him more than ever since the death of his mother, and Draco had not been the best of uncle's that past week. Yet, he was still furious with the situation at hand between him and Venus...or rather Hermione. He had so many questions, none which were answered, about everything that had happened between the two. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and everytime that he pictured her, his temper raised, and he would get angry once more. It was a vicious cycle that ate up at his emotions day in and day out.
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so what do y'all think? thanx to everyone who's reviewed! yoo kno i juss luv getting reviews! anyways, review more so the next chapter can go up...and go check out my new story "Sweet Misery"...ciao!
-Baby T
A/N: Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter up...but i've been hounded with test and homework for the past few weeks...how you enjoy this chapter!
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Hermione hummed a tune as she happily got ready for school that morning. It was a sunny May morning, and the sky was bright and cheerful, somewhat the way Hermione felt that day. She didn't know why, but she felt like nothing could go wrong that day.
She arrived at school, and gracefully prepared for the day's work. Her first two classes zoomed by, and she was glad to finally be teaching her last class, and was looking forward to seeing Draco as well. She smiled as she opened the door to let in her advanced class, only to see that Draco wasn't there.
"Dialo," she started, "Where's your uncle?"
"He left already," Dialo shrugged and took his seat. Hermione brushed it off and put on a smile as she began teaching. The advanced class had a busy, yet joyful hour and a half stored for them, as they would be working with wands to figure out some simple magic spells. One by one, each student performed each spell with a certain ease. With all the fun they were having, the minutes passed swiftly and before they all knew it, it was time to leave. Hermione opened the door to let everyone out, and noticed that Draco was in his usual spot. She smiled and went out to greet him, only to see that the cold silver eyes that she had known at Hogwarts had returned to his face.
"What's wrong Draco?" She asked innocently.
"Dialo, go wait in the car," Draco instructed. Dialo did as he was told, and walked down the stairs to the front. Draco peered out the window and once he made sure that Dialo was in the car, he grabbed Hermione by the arm and pushed her against the wall.
"You tell me, Granger," he sneered. Her heart broke into a million pieces once that name slipped from his lips. She knew what was wrong.
"I-I," she stuttered. There was no turning back now. She hung her head in shame, "I'm sorry."
He just shook his head, his eyes narrowing, making him look more evil than he had ever looked. His tight gripped released after awhile and he turned around to walk away. Hermione's eyes followed his built figure walk away, and still followed him as he got into the car and drove off. Once the black car diappeared down the road, Hermione collapsed into a heap of tears. Everything was going so well until now. There was no denying that this was all her fault, but she knew that now her heart would never mend. Her sobs echoed in the empty hallways, and after nearly half and hour, she composed herself well enough to walk the ten minutes to her apartment. Once there, she dove head first onto her couch and cried into the throw pillows. Crookshanks nuzzled into her neck, comforting her, but nothing worked. Cocoa flew in from being let out and hooted all night long trying to get Hermione's attention. Hermione refused to listen and just felt awful. All that crying made her tired and she fell asleep on the couch, lying on her now wrinkled clothing.
She awoke earlier than usual, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her hair was tosseled and she felt miserable. Not even the sweet melody of the birds chirping could make her feel better. She sighed, forcing herself to get up and do the simplest of chores. She still had to go to work, although she would rather just lock herself inside forever.
The day went by so slowly, and she was not in the best of moods. All her students noticed it, but didn't utter a word. They quietly did what they were told and left her in peace. This was the case for that whole week. Dialo saw the sorrow in his teacher's face every single day, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He had no idea what was going on between her and his uncle, but watching the only two people he cared for so upset, he knew that he had to get them back together.
Class ended that Tuesday afternoon, and Hermione just sat at her desk and watched the children leave. Draco no longer waited out in the halls for Dialo, but waited outside in his car, not wanting to ever see her face again. Once Dialo shut the back door, Draco sped off towards their home. The two didn't speak, Draco's eyes set on the road in front. He didn't realize that by the way he was acting, it was affecting his relationship with his own nephew. Once at home, Draco slammed the car door shut and stormed back to the house, leaving Dialo with the butler. Dialo heard his uncle's library door slam shut, then sulked to the kitchen, where a fresh batch of cookies where waiting for him. As he munched quietly, he thought of many ways to make things better.
"Master Dialo, you look down. What ever is the matter?" Ares, their butler asked.
"Uncle Draco," Dialo muttered, grabbing another cookie from the platter. Ares waited patiently for Dialo to finish his cookie and explain more.
"Uncle Draco and my teacher were so happy together, all the sloppy lovely-dovey stuff, and now they look so sad and angry. I don't even know what happened. All Uncle does now is lock himself in his library and doesn't come out except to eat and to take me to school. He doesn't help me with my homework, or take me to Grandmother's place, or even to the wizard world anymore. And school used to be fun. Now Ms. Granger just hands out a ton of sheets and sits at her desk with such a sour face. I'm not the only one who noticed this. Everyone in my class has noticed, and we all give each other these looks, hoping that maybe tomorrow she'll have a smile on her face, only to see her miserable. It's ridiculous!" Dialo was ready to cry. He missed his Uncle and missed the old Ms. Granger. Ares didn't respond, not knowing how to. Dialo sighed and walked to his room, slamming the door.
With the left-over cookies, Ares took them to the library and knocked quietly on the door.
"Go away," came the nasty reply.
"Master Draco, I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some food," Ares tried to lure the man out.
"I'm not hungry."
Ares walked in anyways, tired of the way Draco was acting. Ares was in his late fourties and had much experiance in a matter like this.
"Master Draco, I'm quite sorry that I have intruded, but you might as well know that by acting like a 3 year old child, locking yourself in here, is honestly upseting little Dialo. I have been very worried about Dialo for the past week. He sulks in the kitchen, neglecting his homework and leaves it to the last minute. Now, I do not care what happened between you and Ms. Granger, but for Dialo's sake, pull yourself together, because Dialo is a bright child, and I would hate to see his talents go to waste," Ares calmly stated and before Draco could open his mouth, Ares left the library, closing the door behind him.
Draco sighed loudly. He absolutely hated when other people were right. Dialo needed him more than ever since the death of his mother, and Draco had not been the best of uncle's that past week. Yet, he was still furious with the situation at hand between him and Venus...or rather Hermione. He had so many questions, none which were answered, about everything that had happened between the two. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and everytime that he pictured her, his temper raised, and he would get angry once more. It was a vicious cycle that ate up at his emotions day in and day out.
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so what do y'all think? thanx to everyone who's reviewed! yoo kno i juss luv getting reviews! anyways, review more so the next chapter can go up...and go check out my new story "Sweet Misery"...ciao!
-Baby T
