Disclaimer-I don't own the characters . I don't know who made up the
*Mione* name -I think J.K.R did..but I'm not sure. but what I do own, is
this story. :p
A/N-This chapter may be a bit confusing. It'll get more in depth once you read the next few chapters. But I don't know, you might get it right from the start. I'm sorry my summary was really bad I just don't want to give anything away. I worked pretty hard on this fic, so please tell me if this is how I should be writing or if I should go back writing like my first fic
(which I never finished on the count of cornyness)
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter One - Something to Think About
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I'm speechless, Hermione thought. How could he ask me such a question, now. At this time. I'm not ready. Well at least I don't feel like I am. What is he thinking. I mean, what makes now a better time than all the others. We haven't been doing anything different or have changed anything. I think I may need a second opinion. I wonder if Cho knows what this is like going through all this. She must know more than I, because of Harry. I mean look at them. They've been married for a couple of months and they seem fine. But still. I thought this would come at a later time. Not now. Just not now.
*~Earlier~*
"Draco, that was a lovely dinner. Your cooking has quite improved." Hermione said as she and Draco sat in the beautifully furnished kitchen of the Malfoy Manor.
"No need to tease, Mione," Draco replied as he moved to kiss her gently.
"What? It was much better than last time." she said moving away smiling.
"I thought you said my fried chicken was pretty good,"
"Oh dear, I said that so make you feel like a good cook, Draco.".
"I know, Mione, I don't suppose fried chicken was meant to be black after frying it anyhow." Draco said reaching an arm out to hold Hermione. Draco's warm hugs always made Hermione feel secure, safe. They swayed side to side. Almost as if dancing to music. "I love you, Mione."
"I love you too, Draco." and they shared a kiss, alone in the deserted palace.
"Mione, I always knew you were special, different from the rest of the girls, besides your perfect grades, you're understanding, you're always there to talk to me and not rush through my problems. Not to mention, you're sexy," Draco looked into Hermione's eyes deeply. " When I look into your eyes, I feel like I could stare into them endlessly. They look back at me in such a way, that I feel complete. And without them and you by my side, I feel empty. I think you are just amazing, Mione, that's why I'm going to ask of you this question," he said as he dropped to one knee.
"Hermione Granger, I love you with all my heart and soul, you are the reason I am what I am now, the reason I wake up in the morning, so I can see your loving face, the reason I feel like nothing can put me down, you are the reason I stand here healthy and strong, because you took care of me."
Hermione smiled at this comment and noticed there was more when he looked at her with thoughtful eyes. She put on a serious face, Draco went on,
"Hermione, you mean so much to me, I would never let anyone or anything harm you. I will give my life for you, I will sacrifice my duties to fulfill your dreams, I will do anything to please you. All I want is for you to be happy. So, if this makes you happy, I would like to know if you would have me as your husband."
Draco then slowly pulled a small box from his pocket, opened it, revealing the most breathtaking diamond ring you could ever dream possible, polished with white gold, sparkling at every angle.
"Oh, Draco..." Hermione gasped. She had just heard the most meaningful and heart-felt words come from Draco's mouth all describing her. He had really felt this way. She could tell it in his eyes. You could see this passion he had within him. This innocence that had possessed him to feel this way. He had just opened his heart to her. Let every bit of his feelings out. Trying to decide what felt right, she said,
"Draco, I-I don't know what to say. I think, I think I may need some time. Yes, but right now...I need to think. But I promise, I'll answer your proposal."
"I understand. I know that whatever you decide on doing, I'll support it. Take as much time as you need. I'll wait for you forever."
Hermione made her way to the bathroom. She collapsed right there. Draco had heard a loud crash and hurried over to where Hermione had gone.
"Hermione? What happened? Oh god, are you alright?" Draco gently began to pick Hermione up and walked slowly carrying her to the nearest bedroom.
"Hermione, what happened?" Still dizzy from the fall, Hermione weakly said, "I'm fine, I-I slipped, that's all."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Draco said with a concerned yet sweet look on his face.
"I'm alright, Draco." Draco kissed her forehead tenderly and layed there to rest with Hermione.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day wore on. Hermione still asleep in Draco's arms. Draco smiling as he watched his angel resting peacefully.
"DRACO!! Draco, where are you?!" It was Narcissa.
"What is she doing here? She's not supposed to be here until nightfall..." Draco closed his eyes pretending to be asleep hoping his mother wouldn't notice.
"Draco! You're going to be late for you're meeting with the Ministry!"
"Oh, that's right...." he thought. Draco gently began to move his body slowly away from Hermione's, trying carefully not to wake her. Once he had gotten up from the bed, he kissed her cheek and grabbed a pen and paper, quickly scrambling a short note. He placed it on a nearby stool by the bed so when she awakens, she would be sure to see it.
"Draco! Oh there you are." Narcissa said hushing her voice at the site of Draco's silent motions at her telling her to be quiet. "What is she doing here?" she whispered.
"I'll explain later. Please take care of her for me." he requested in a hushed whisper.
"Certainly dear, your father will be home shortly by the way,"
"Wonderful, oh that reminds me, I have some important news to tell the both of you,"
"Oh really?!" she squeaked in excitement.
"Mother!" Draco whispered irritated by her immaturity. She was an adult and yet she still had a spirit of a small child.
"Oh, sorry."
"Yes, mother, but I must leave now, I'm late."
"Good-bye!" Draco nodded and took one last glance at Hermione, checking to see if she had awoken from all the commotion. Satisfied she hadn't moved the 10 seconds he stood there, Draco departed from the room. Narcissa now was covering Hermione with more blankets as she figured she could use some extra warmth. Moments later, Hermione woke up finding herself on a bed. She scanned the room recognizing the Malfoy coat of arms of the wall above the lovely king-size bed. She saw the note on the stool beside her and it read,
~Mione, went to a meeting, hope you had some rest. I'll be home late so don't bother to wait for me.
With love,
Draco~
~*Now*~
Hermione had started to lye back down on the bed. She thought to herself once more about the proposal and what Draco had said to her. This can't go on. I have to tell him. I just need to think, think Hermione think. I need someone to talk to. I have to visit Cho. But when? I need to talk to her now. But I just can't leave this place without Draco knowing. I can't tell him where I'm going. He'll be suspicious, Narcissa and the others too. Oh what am I going to do? Hermione buried her face into the pillow feeling overwhelmed with all of these things flying around in her mind. Hermione you can do this. It's not difficult to do. Just don't overthink this. He'll understand. It'll all be explained, soon enough. With that thought, Hermione began excavating her plan. Starting with the letter.
A/N-Alright, I need to know how I did on this one. So that I can fix anything that you think is unessessary. So please review. Thanks.
~Gretchen
this story. :p
A/N-This chapter may be a bit confusing. It'll get more in depth once you read the next few chapters. But I don't know, you might get it right from the start. I'm sorry my summary was really bad I just don't want to give anything away. I worked pretty hard on this fic, so please tell me if this is how I should be writing or if I should go back writing like my first fic
(which I never finished on the count of cornyness)
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter One - Something to Think About
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm speechless, Hermione thought. How could he ask me such a question, now. At this time. I'm not ready. Well at least I don't feel like I am. What is he thinking. I mean, what makes now a better time than all the others. We haven't been doing anything different or have changed anything. I think I may need a second opinion. I wonder if Cho knows what this is like going through all this. She must know more than I, because of Harry. I mean look at them. They've been married for a couple of months and they seem fine. But still. I thought this would come at a later time. Not now. Just not now.
*~Earlier~*
"Draco, that was a lovely dinner. Your cooking has quite improved." Hermione said as she and Draco sat in the beautifully furnished kitchen of the Malfoy Manor.
"No need to tease, Mione," Draco replied as he moved to kiss her gently.
"What? It was much better than last time." she said moving away smiling.
"I thought you said my fried chicken was pretty good,"
"Oh dear, I said that so make you feel like a good cook, Draco.".
"I know, Mione, I don't suppose fried chicken was meant to be black after frying it anyhow." Draco said reaching an arm out to hold Hermione. Draco's warm hugs always made Hermione feel secure, safe. They swayed side to side. Almost as if dancing to music. "I love you, Mione."
"I love you too, Draco." and they shared a kiss, alone in the deserted palace.
"Mione, I always knew you were special, different from the rest of the girls, besides your perfect grades, you're understanding, you're always there to talk to me and not rush through my problems. Not to mention, you're sexy," Draco looked into Hermione's eyes deeply. " When I look into your eyes, I feel like I could stare into them endlessly. They look back at me in such a way, that I feel complete. And without them and you by my side, I feel empty. I think you are just amazing, Mione, that's why I'm going to ask of you this question," he said as he dropped to one knee.
"Hermione Granger, I love you with all my heart and soul, you are the reason I am what I am now, the reason I wake up in the morning, so I can see your loving face, the reason I feel like nothing can put me down, you are the reason I stand here healthy and strong, because you took care of me."
Hermione smiled at this comment and noticed there was more when he looked at her with thoughtful eyes. She put on a serious face, Draco went on,
"Hermione, you mean so much to me, I would never let anyone or anything harm you. I will give my life for you, I will sacrifice my duties to fulfill your dreams, I will do anything to please you. All I want is for you to be happy. So, if this makes you happy, I would like to know if you would have me as your husband."
Draco then slowly pulled a small box from his pocket, opened it, revealing the most breathtaking diamond ring you could ever dream possible, polished with white gold, sparkling at every angle.
"Oh, Draco..." Hermione gasped. She had just heard the most meaningful and heart-felt words come from Draco's mouth all describing her. He had really felt this way. She could tell it in his eyes. You could see this passion he had within him. This innocence that had possessed him to feel this way. He had just opened his heart to her. Let every bit of his feelings out. Trying to decide what felt right, she said,
"Draco, I-I don't know what to say. I think, I think I may need some time. Yes, but right now...I need to think. But I promise, I'll answer your proposal."
"I understand. I know that whatever you decide on doing, I'll support it. Take as much time as you need. I'll wait for you forever."
Hermione made her way to the bathroom. She collapsed right there. Draco had heard a loud crash and hurried over to where Hermione had gone.
"Hermione? What happened? Oh god, are you alright?" Draco gently began to pick Hermione up and walked slowly carrying her to the nearest bedroom.
"Hermione, what happened?" Still dizzy from the fall, Hermione weakly said, "I'm fine, I-I slipped, that's all."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Draco said with a concerned yet sweet look on his face.
"I'm alright, Draco." Draco kissed her forehead tenderly and layed there to rest with Hermione.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day wore on. Hermione still asleep in Draco's arms. Draco smiling as he watched his angel resting peacefully.
"DRACO!! Draco, where are you?!" It was Narcissa.
"What is she doing here? She's not supposed to be here until nightfall..." Draco closed his eyes pretending to be asleep hoping his mother wouldn't notice.
"Draco! You're going to be late for you're meeting with the Ministry!"
"Oh, that's right...." he thought. Draco gently began to move his body slowly away from Hermione's, trying carefully not to wake her. Once he had gotten up from the bed, he kissed her cheek and grabbed a pen and paper, quickly scrambling a short note. He placed it on a nearby stool by the bed so when she awakens, she would be sure to see it.
"Draco! Oh there you are." Narcissa said hushing her voice at the site of Draco's silent motions at her telling her to be quiet. "What is she doing here?" she whispered.
"I'll explain later. Please take care of her for me." he requested in a hushed whisper.
"Certainly dear, your father will be home shortly by the way,"
"Wonderful, oh that reminds me, I have some important news to tell the both of you,"
"Oh really?!" she squeaked in excitement.
"Mother!" Draco whispered irritated by her immaturity. She was an adult and yet she still had a spirit of a small child.
"Oh, sorry."
"Yes, mother, but I must leave now, I'm late."
"Good-bye!" Draco nodded and took one last glance at Hermione, checking to see if she had awoken from all the commotion. Satisfied she hadn't moved the 10 seconds he stood there, Draco departed from the room. Narcissa now was covering Hermione with more blankets as she figured she could use some extra warmth. Moments later, Hermione woke up finding herself on a bed. She scanned the room recognizing the Malfoy coat of arms of the wall above the lovely king-size bed. She saw the note on the stool beside her and it read,
~Mione, went to a meeting, hope you had some rest. I'll be home late so don't bother to wait for me.
With love,
Draco~
~*Now*~
Hermione had started to lye back down on the bed. She thought to herself once more about the proposal and what Draco had said to her. This can't go on. I have to tell him. I just need to think, think Hermione think. I need someone to talk to. I have to visit Cho. But when? I need to talk to her now. But I just can't leave this place without Draco knowing. I can't tell him where I'm going. He'll be suspicious, Narcissa and the others too. Oh what am I going to do? Hermione buried her face into the pillow feeling overwhelmed with all of these things flying around in her mind. Hermione you can do this. It's not difficult to do. Just don't overthink this. He'll understand. It'll all be explained, soon enough. With that thought, Hermione began excavating her plan. Starting with the letter.
A/N-Alright, I need to know how I did on this one. So that I can fix anything that you think is unessessary. So please review. Thanks.
~Gretchen