A/N: I am quite certain no one knows my pain of writing this chapter. I
HATED IT!!! No, not what I wrote, but that I had to write it. I don't like
writing about this accident! It's soooo boring! I need to write something
else. Seriously! I've been trying to avoid writing this for weeks, but
unfortunately, I figured if I didn't write, Allison and Amy would be at my
head again and threaten to tar and feather me. Isn't that mean? THEY
ACTUALLY WANT TO TAR AND FEATHER ME!!!!!! And they call themselves my
friends. *sniffles* Fine, no one cares anyway. *more sniffles* *goes off
sobbing*
Disclaimers: What the heck? What's the point of writing these weirdo disclaimers that no one reads every single chapter?! I swear no one ever pays attention to them. I don't think people will sue anyway, and if they do, they've got some serious problems. Everyone knows I don't own Harry Potter, he and the rest of his cast belong to J.K. Rowling (Did I spell that right?) So why does everyone write these? Oh never mind, just read on.
***
Glimpse of Your Future Husband
***
Chapter 6: The Not so Daring Rescue
Draco Malfoy, Duke of Servantino, was by no means a man who liked rescuing damsels in distress. In fact, had he a choice, he would stay as far away from the opposite sex as possible, for they truly irritated him. However, as it stood today, he had no choice, and if he didn't move his feet this second, he may end up with a widowed brother who hasn't yet married.
"Curse the silly girl. Has it become the newest fashion to get yourself run over by a wagon?" he wondered.
And with his greatest speed, he ran to the rescue of Lady Hermione Granger, who, at the moment, was truly in need of rescuing.
***
"Am I going to die? No, wait, that's not the right frame of mind. All right. So this wagon is coming straight at me and in two seconds, he will run me over, and I might die. What should I be doing? Running. Did you hear that, my sweetest little feet? RUN! Oh dear, oh dear, they're not moving, what can I do???"
These were the thoughts wriggling through Miss Hermione's mind as the wagon rolled closer and closer. All very nice thoughts, though perhaps not the ones a person getting run over by a wagon should have. But anyhow, no matter what thoughts she had, her feet still would not move, but the wheels of the wagon did. It was the split second before the two objects (or beings, maybe?) collided that-
"Oof!" said Hermione as she was pushed to the ground.
Once there, she wondered briefly if the wagon had pushed her down and she was quite wounded, but then the memory of two warm hands that appeared out of the blue assured her that it was not. Quite painfully, she forced herself into a sitting position to see just what had happened.
"Miss Granger, are you all right there?" a foreign voice asked.
Hermione gasped as she realized it was the stranger who was watching her from before. Looking straight at his handsome face, she found that she was getting quite tongue-tied.
"I-I'm quite all right, thank you," she said in a barely audible voice.
"That's good," the stranger replied with a faint smile.
Hermione was surprised at how his slightly forbidding face could be so transformed with just a thin smile.
"So cute," she murmured softly.
"Pardon?"
"Ah! Nothing! Wa-was it you who just rescued me?"
"No, madam, I'm afraid I didn't rescue you, but just inflicted injuries undo upon you."
Hermione gasped.
"You were the wagon driver?!"
***
Had Mr. Malfoy been that of a normal aristocratic gentleman, he might have fainted upon the words, 'you were the wagon driver', for men of his stature simply do not drive wagons. It is an insult to be asked such. However, as Malfoy was not the normal aristocratic gentleman, he let the question slide.
"No, I was not the wagon driver. I was simply...passing by, and I saw that you were in need of help so I pushed you out of the way to prevent the wagon from running you over," said Malfoy, in an attempt to clear up the misunderstanding.
"Oh. But then how did you inflict injuries? I'm afraid I don't quite understand," replied Hermione.
Malfoy gave her another faint smile and bent down.
"If you would give me your arm, Madam, I'll assist you up. I don't think you want to stay in this position much longer."
It was only then that Hermione realized the scandalous posture she was in was being observed by quite a lot of the great mamas and little belles of the ton. Her bonnet had untied by itself and fallen to the ground somehow, and her wretched hair was hanging down in a most unfavorable way. Besides which, the cold cobblestone ground had probably left some dark spots on her light blue gown where she didn't want it to.
"And this nice gentleman is also looking at me," thought Hermione with a sigh of despair. It was truly a horrible day.
"HERMIONE! WHAT HAPPENED?" came the unwanted screech.
"Mama!"
Lady Anne gasped in horror at the scene. She did not take her daughter to London just so she can put herself in the scandal column. This was truly horrid.
"Oh my! What did you do to yourself?" she asked in a most strangled voice.
"Oh mama," said Hermione. "I don't quite know. But I think I will take this gentleman's offer of helping me up. I don't think I Can quite manage by myself right now. If that's all right with you, Mr...?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy at your service!"
Had Hermione bothered to look around, she would have seen envy on many of young female audience's faces, but as she did not, she continued thinking of this young stranger as, well, a stranger. Still, she was grateful for his help, and in no time at all, she was back on her feet with the stranger at her arm.
"Your-your grace! I-I'd no idea that you're here!" stuttered Lady Anne, losing her usual lady-like composure.
"A~a, don't trouble yourself, my dear lady. I'm simply helping where I can."
"Your grace? Mama, why ever do you call Mr. Malfoy 'your grace'?"
"Mister?" asked Lady Anne, her voice becoming even more strangled. "He's no mister, my child, he is a Duke!"
Hermione gasped.
"A duke?! Why, I hadn't a clue! So sorry, your grace!"
Malfoy smiled wryly.
"No point in apologizing. I didn't introduce myself correctly anyway."
Lady Anne's face relaxed a bit.
"Well, Hermione, do be nice to him. We'll be family soon."
Hermione's felt her head beginning to ache. Family? What was going on?
***
End of Chapter 6
***
A/N: I'M FINISHED!!!! But I don't feel like writing author's notes...is that not amazing? Anyhow, remember to review, and I'm sorry about taking so long to write this. I simply didn't want to. I'll try to update sooner next time! Oh, and also, if you get a chance, read some of my other fanfics. (They're not for Harry Potter, but if you happen to watch Slam Dunk, or Flame of Recca, or maybe play Golden Sun, do go read them and send me a review!)
Now, the thank you's:
JoeBob1379: *sigh* Happy now? Servantino...hahahahaha, it's all your fault! Not giving me good suggestions!!!! =(
Tracy: Yup, finally updated. Sorry about the cliffy!
The Dragon Guardian of the Sea: Your reviews are soooo funny!
Some1: Glad you get to read fanfiction now, and glad you like the story.
Snakeeys: You're the best!
Archimedes: I love writing thank-you-notes. ^____^
ElizaduGrey: You sound English! How cool! It's the positively lovely. =)
Hedwig7up: Don't cry, don't cry! See, I've finally updated!
Catseye_dragon: Hehehe, it was a mistake. So sorry, and yeah, I did get a few reviews in that direction.
Name: Interesting name. ^_^
...haha: Again, another interesting name. Hmm...well, it glad to know you liked it.
Disclaimers: What the heck? What's the point of writing these weirdo disclaimers that no one reads every single chapter?! I swear no one ever pays attention to them. I don't think people will sue anyway, and if they do, they've got some serious problems. Everyone knows I don't own Harry Potter, he and the rest of his cast belong to J.K. Rowling (Did I spell that right?) So why does everyone write these? Oh never mind, just read on.
***
Glimpse of Your Future Husband
***
Chapter 6: The Not so Daring Rescue
Draco Malfoy, Duke of Servantino, was by no means a man who liked rescuing damsels in distress. In fact, had he a choice, he would stay as far away from the opposite sex as possible, for they truly irritated him. However, as it stood today, he had no choice, and if he didn't move his feet this second, he may end up with a widowed brother who hasn't yet married.
"Curse the silly girl. Has it become the newest fashion to get yourself run over by a wagon?" he wondered.
And with his greatest speed, he ran to the rescue of Lady Hermione Granger, who, at the moment, was truly in need of rescuing.
***
"Am I going to die? No, wait, that's not the right frame of mind. All right. So this wagon is coming straight at me and in two seconds, he will run me over, and I might die. What should I be doing? Running. Did you hear that, my sweetest little feet? RUN! Oh dear, oh dear, they're not moving, what can I do???"
These were the thoughts wriggling through Miss Hermione's mind as the wagon rolled closer and closer. All very nice thoughts, though perhaps not the ones a person getting run over by a wagon should have. But anyhow, no matter what thoughts she had, her feet still would not move, but the wheels of the wagon did. It was the split second before the two objects (or beings, maybe?) collided that-
"Oof!" said Hermione as she was pushed to the ground.
Once there, she wondered briefly if the wagon had pushed her down and she was quite wounded, but then the memory of two warm hands that appeared out of the blue assured her that it was not. Quite painfully, she forced herself into a sitting position to see just what had happened.
"Miss Granger, are you all right there?" a foreign voice asked.
Hermione gasped as she realized it was the stranger who was watching her from before. Looking straight at his handsome face, she found that she was getting quite tongue-tied.
"I-I'm quite all right, thank you," she said in a barely audible voice.
"That's good," the stranger replied with a faint smile.
Hermione was surprised at how his slightly forbidding face could be so transformed with just a thin smile.
"So cute," she murmured softly.
"Pardon?"
"Ah! Nothing! Wa-was it you who just rescued me?"
"No, madam, I'm afraid I didn't rescue you, but just inflicted injuries undo upon you."
Hermione gasped.
"You were the wagon driver?!"
***
Had Mr. Malfoy been that of a normal aristocratic gentleman, he might have fainted upon the words, 'you were the wagon driver', for men of his stature simply do not drive wagons. It is an insult to be asked such. However, as Malfoy was not the normal aristocratic gentleman, he let the question slide.
"No, I was not the wagon driver. I was simply...passing by, and I saw that you were in need of help so I pushed you out of the way to prevent the wagon from running you over," said Malfoy, in an attempt to clear up the misunderstanding.
"Oh. But then how did you inflict injuries? I'm afraid I don't quite understand," replied Hermione.
Malfoy gave her another faint smile and bent down.
"If you would give me your arm, Madam, I'll assist you up. I don't think you want to stay in this position much longer."
It was only then that Hermione realized the scandalous posture she was in was being observed by quite a lot of the great mamas and little belles of the ton. Her bonnet had untied by itself and fallen to the ground somehow, and her wretched hair was hanging down in a most unfavorable way. Besides which, the cold cobblestone ground had probably left some dark spots on her light blue gown where she didn't want it to.
"And this nice gentleman is also looking at me," thought Hermione with a sigh of despair. It was truly a horrible day.
"HERMIONE! WHAT HAPPENED?" came the unwanted screech.
"Mama!"
Lady Anne gasped in horror at the scene. She did not take her daughter to London just so she can put herself in the scandal column. This was truly horrid.
"Oh my! What did you do to yourself?" she asked in a most strangled voice.
"Oh mama," said Hermione. "I don't quite know. But I think I will take this gentleman's offer of helping me up. I don't think I Can quite manage by myself right now. If that's all right with you, Mr...?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy at your service!"
Had Hermione bothered to look around, she would have seen envy on many of young female audience's faces, but as she did not, she continued thinking of this young stranger as, well, a stranger. Still, she was grateful for his help, and in no time at all, she was back on her feet with the stranger at her arm.
"Your-your grace! I-I'd no idea that you're here!" stuttered Lady Anne, losing her usual lady-like composure.
"A~a, don't trouble yourself, my dear lady. I'm simply helping where I can."
"Your grace? Mama, why ever do you call Mr. Malfoy 'your grace'?"
"Mister?" asked Lady Anne, her voice becoming even more strangled. "He's no mister, my child, he is a Duke!"
Hermione gasped.
"A duke?! Why, I hadn't a clue! So sorry, your grace!"
Malfoy smiled wryly.
"No point in apologizing. I didn't introduce myself correctly anyway."
Lady Anne's face relaxed a bit.
"Well, Hermione, do be nice to him. We'll be family soon."
Hermione's felt her head beginning to ache. Family? What was going on?
***
End of Chapter 6
***
A/N: I'M FINISHED!!!! But I don't feel like writing author's notes...is that not amazing? Anyhow, remember to review, and I'm sorry about taking so long to write this. I simply didn't want to. I'll try to update sooner next time! Oh, and also, if you get a chance, read some of my other fanfics. (They're not for Harry Potter, but if you happen to watch Slam Dunk, or Flame of Recca, or maybe play Golden Sun, do go read them and send me a review!)
Now, the thank you's:
JoeBob1379: *sigh* Happy now? Servantino...hahahahaha, it's all your fault! Not giving me good suggestions!!!! =(
Tracy: Yup, finally updated. Sorry about the cliffy!
The Dragon Guardian of the Sea: Your reviews are soooo funny!
Some1: Glad you get to read fanfiction now, and glad you like the story.
Snakeeys: You're the best!
Archimedes: I love writing thank-you-notes. ^____^
ElizaduGrey: You sound English! How cool! It's the positively lovely. =)
Hedwig7up: Don't cry, don't cry! See, I've finally updated!
Catseye_dragon: Hehehe, it was a mistake. So sorry, and yeah, I did get a few reviews in that direction.
Name: Interesting name. ^_^
...haha: Again, another interesting name. Hmm...well, it glad to know you liked it.
