Disclaimer- I don't own anything. The characters, all J.K Rowling's. But I
suppose I own the name of the owl. You'll see, don't worry, don't ask how I got that name, it just came to me.
Just like everything else when I wrote this story.
A/N- Thank you to all that left me reviews. from the 1st chapter
Diana
Mandy
Elisabeth
Bhumi
shaikeni
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 2 - Blown Away
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Hermione choose her words carefully as she set off writing. Brainstorming any idea coming to mind. She sat in her bed with a paper and pen, scratching down bits n' pieces of her letter. Hermione could hear Mrs. Malfoy humming a happy tune. She figured that she was tidying up around the Manor. Hmmmm.. How to start this... It needs to be... no... how about... no.. quarreling with her mind, Hermione looked at her what writing she had and began the first of many drafts to come of her letter. A soft blow of air entered her room, shuffling the scattered papers on the bed. Narcissa had stopped humming. Lucius was home.
"Oh hello, Lucius. How was work?" Mr. Malfoy was too busy removing his coat to answer his curious wife. Instead, after setting down his belongings, he looked up. His eyes began to narrow.
"Lucius?" Ignoring Narcissa, Lucius began to walk quickly around the Manor. He checked every room. Narcissa was close on his tail.
"And who might we have here?" He said as he opened the door leading to Draco's room. Hermione turned to see who opened her door. She gasped. "Good evening Ms. Granger. I'm sorry did I frighten you?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy," She looked down at the mess she had made with all her papers. Narcissa was listening in behind Lucius.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?" Hermione looked up. He had his usual evil sort of tone to his voice.
"You know why I'm here," she said coldly.
"Oh, well then could you please fill me in?" Hermione looked at him with stern eyes.
"I'm here for, Draco," Lucius looked surprised.
"Are you now? Huh, I thought Draco had moved on," Hermione made a sharp movement towards her wand. She knew Lucius still hated the fact that his son loved a mudblood. Holding in her anger, Hermione slowly moved her arm back to her side. The shock on his face, she knew what he was thinking. How dare she even THINK about challenging him, no less try.
"Lucius, you know I love your son. And if you can't accept that, then you're just going to have to get used to it." He glared at her. "I've tried to be nice. I've tried everything. I thought if your son could put up with me, then I thought his father could as well." She looked up at him seeing what he would say to that. Lucius just looked down at the cold wooden floor. He was surprised at her confidence. At last Mr. Malfoy looked up at Hermione.
"Good day.... Hermione." Hermione nodded and managed to look up at the man who disliked her somuch and smile. Surprisingly, he quickly returned the gester.
Narcissa had heard the entire conversation and when Lucius had turned around she burst into quiet sobs.
"Oh, Lucius!" She clenched onto him. "That was so beautiful!" She said through his shoulder.
"Get ahold of yourself, woman." She looked up at his face to see for the first time in such a while, Lucius smiled warmly down at her. Narcissa's quiet sobs turned into loud, ear-piercing cries. "Shh," Lucius said comforting his wife.
~*~
Hermione went back to writing. It was getting late. The room now seemed quite dark. Hermione picked up her wand form the bedstand and whispered, "Lumos". Hermione winced to see if there was any sign of light under the door leading out to the living room. It was completely dark. The Malfoy couple were asleep. Just then, Hermione heard a faint knock on the wall towards the front of the Manor. She could hear footsteps, quiet and calm. Hermione held her breath. It was Draco. She had to get all her papers put away. He couldn't see all the thing she had writtne at that moment. Hermione moved silently. Getting all her papers inder the floor rug in the corner. Draco made his way to his bedroom. He slowly began opening the door, peering through. Hermione had her back to him. He smiled, deciding he'll just use the guestroom. Draco closed the door and tip-toed to the next room. Hermione sighed. She tried to sleep, but after writing so much and thinking about how she would leave Draco like this, kept her awake.
So Hermione lyed there. Wide-awake. Thinking through her plan once more, Hermione remembered that she just can't barge in on the Potters. she got up from the bed. It creaked. "Dammit" she whispered. Hermione froze. She listened closely to see if anyone had heard the noise. She sighed in relief as she heard the wonderful sound of nothing fill the air.
Hermione grabbed her pen and a fresh sheet of paper and quickly explained about her sudden visit. Ending the note with her signature, she folded it neatly. Hermione rushed over to the window and slowly, but surely, opened it. "Fritzel!! Fritzel!! Get your feathery arse over here!!" She whispered rather loudly. Not long after Hermione lost her patience, a beige white owl flew swiftly over to her window. The owls' flaming bright eyes dazzled Hermione. Friztel have her a put-down look. "Aww, Fritzel, you know I'm just irritated." The owl pecked playfully at Hermione's caring slender hands. "Now could you bring this to Cho for me? Could you do that for me, Fritzel??" It hooted eagerly. "Shh! don't want to wake them." Hermione looked over towards the doorway. "Now you go," She nudged Fritzel off her arm and it went soaring into the open night sky. Hermione shut the window and tip-toed over to the rug where she hid her papers. "I just have a few finishing touches to do and .... " without thinking it more through, Hermione read over all her work. She had to finish before daybreak. She decided that it would be better to leave before they notice anything. "That should do it." She whispered to herself. She began to gather all her belongings. Hermione glanced out the window and saw the sun peek over the distant plains.
"It's now or never." She said finally, took a deep breath and left the letter on the neatly made bed. Hermione walked over to the window, and summoned her broom. She took one last glance at the empty room and closed the window shut. She dashed down low to the ground. Hermione flew smoothly over to the Potters'. A few moments later she had arrived at the lovely white-picket fence home in the suburbs. Cho had been expecting her. She stood outside on the covered front porch. One thing about her had changed. Her stomach had grown. Hermione kept her mouth shut about it, seeing as it may be better for her to bring up the subject.
"Hello, Hermione,"
"Hello there, Cho,"
"Mind explaining why you're running away?"
"I'm not running away," Cho folded her arms.
"Really? Well then what's with the late-night letter and the early morning arrival, I smell guilt," Hermione bit her lip. She always bit her lip when she was nervous, especially when she was being nagged for her crimes.
"It's for the best, besides you'll know the whole story later,"
"Later? How about now??"
"Cho? Do you know how early in the morning it is? and besides I haven't slept all night."
"Oh alright then, C'mon let's get you inside," Cho began walking into the house with Hermione close behind.
"Oh, Cho, your house, it's so beautiful." Hermione admired the simple quaintness to the house.
"Why thank you, this way to the guestroom." Cho said stepping in front of Hermione who stood in the middle of the small, but spacious living room filled with old memories of school. It also had memories of Harry as well as Cho's childhood. "You coming??" Cho called from the hall.
"Oh, yes uh, coming!" Hermione hollared back. Hermione walked over to the hallway and found herself surrounded by a collection of Quidditch players, both young and old, all still asleep in the photos. Hermione circled herself seeing all the pictures recognizing a few here and there.
"Hermione? In here," Cho was close up ahead. Hermione slowly walked over to where she was. "This is where you will be staying. Even though I don't exactly know how long you're staying... "
"Oh, I shouldn't be staying long."
"All right well, good-night then, of excuse me, good-morning." Cho turned to the hall.
"Cho?" She whipped back around.
"Yes?"
"Does Harry know I'm here?" Hermione asked.
"No, but he'll be sure to notice you. Oh, don't worry, Mione, he won't mind." With a look of relief Hermione set her broom along side the wall and placed her other belongings in their proper places.
"Thank you, Cho," Cho nodded and smiled and nodded.
~Meanwhile~
It was already mid-morning when the Malfoys woke form their peaceful slumber. Draco had just woken up and was busy stretching and yawning. He winced at the sight of the bright morning sun. He reached back running his hands through his smooth blonde hair. Remembering about Hermione, Draco got out of bed and walked over to his bedroom expecting to see his beloved also getting out of bed. Planning to surprise her, Draco peeked into the door saying , "Good Morning , Hermione," but there was no answer. He opened the door, letting go of the handle, causing it to swing and hit the wall. "Hermione??" Everything seemed in order. Bed was perfectly made, nothing seemed to have been touched. But one thing stood out, a white letter, set in the middle of the satin-green bed. Draco quickly rushed over to it. He picked it up gently, not knowing whether it held good or bad news. His name was clearly written on the front of it, no doubt Hermione's hand-writing. Draco sat down on the bed preparing for what he was about to read. He wondered "What does this mean? Is she seeing someone else? Is she leaving me? What have I done for her to think she needed to leave with only a letter behind?" Draco opened the letter held his breath and began to read.
A/N- I couldn't put the letter on this chapter. You'll have to wait until I type it up tomorrow. I was just too tired to type anymore. I was exhausted the minute I started. But I said I would post it today so.... Yea...I hoped you like it. Please review.
Thanks.
~Gretchen
suppose I own the name of the owl. You'll see, don't worry, don't ask how I got that name, it just came to me.
Just like everything else when I wrote this story.
A/N- Thank you to all that left me reviews. from the 1st chapter
Diana
Mandy
Elisabeth
Bhumi
shaikeni
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 2 - Blown Away
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
Hermione choose her words carefully as she set off writing. Brainstorming any idea coming to mind. She sat in her bed with a paper and pen, scratching down bits n' pieces of her letter. Hermione could hear Mrs. Malfoy humming a happy tune. She figured that she was tidying up around the Manor. Hmmmm.. How to start this... It needs to be... no... how about... no.. quarreling with her mind, Hermione looked at her what writing she had and began the first of many drafts to come of her letter. A soft blow of air entered her room, shuffling the scattered papers on the bed. Narcissa had stopped humming. Lucius was home.
"Oh hello, Lucius. How was work?" Mr. Malfoy was too busy removing his coat to answer his curious wife. Instead, after setting down his belongings, he looked up. His eyes began to narrow.
"Lucius?" Ignoring Narcissa, Lucius began to walk quickly around the Manor. He checked every room. Narcissa was close on his tail.
"And who might we have here?" He said as he opened the door leading to Draco's room. Hermione turned to see who opened her door. She gasped. "Good evening Ms. Granger. I'm sorry did I frighten you?"
"No, Mr. Malfoy," She looked down at the mess she had made with all her papers. Narcissa was listening in behind Lucius.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?" Hermione looked up. He had his usual evil sort of tone to his voice.
"You know why I'm here," she said coldly.
"Oh, well then could you please fill me in?" Hermione looked at him with stern eyes.
"I'm here for, Draco," Lucius looked surprised.
"Are you now? Huh, I thought Draco had moved on," Hermione made a sharp movement towards her wand. She knew Lucius still hated the fact that his son loved a mudblood. Holding in her anger, Hermione slowly moved her arm back to her side. The shock on his face, she knew what he was thinking. How dare she even THINK about challenging him, no less try.
"Lucius, you know I love your son. And if you can't accept that, then you're just going to have to get used to it." He glared at her. "I've tried to be nice. I've tried everything. I thought if your son could put up with me, then I thought his father could as well." She looked up at him seeing what he would say to that. Lucius just looked down at the cold wooden floor. He was surprised at her confidence. At last Mr. Malfoy looked up at Hermione.
"Good day.... Hermione." Hermione nodded and managed to look up at the man who disliked her somuch and smile. Surprisingly, he quickly returned the gester.
Narcissa had heard the entire conversation and when Lucius had turned around she burst into quiet sobs.
"Oh, Lucius!" She clenched onto him. "That was so beautiful!" She said through his shoulder.
"Get ahold of yourself, woman." She looked up at his face to see for the first time in such a while, Lucius smiled warmly down at her. Narcissa's quiet sobs turned into loud, ear-piercing cries. "Shh," Lucius said comforting his wife.
~*~
Hermione went back to writing. It was getting late. The room now seemed quite dark. Hermione picked up her wand form the bedstand and whispered, "Lumos". Hermione winced to see if there was any sign of light under the door leading out to the living room. It was completely dark. The Malfoy couple were asleep. Just then, Hermione heard a faint knock on the wall towards the front of the Manor. She could hear footsteps, quiet and calm. Hermione held her breath. It was Draco. She had to get all her papers put away. He couldn't see all the thing she had writtne at that moment. Hermione moved silently. Getting all her papers inder the floor rug in the corner. Draco made his way to his bedroom. He slowly began opening the door, peering through. Hermione had her back to him. He smiled, deciding he'll just use the guestroom. Draco closed the door and tip-toed to the next room. Hermione sighed. She tried to sleep, but after writing so much and thinking about how she would leave Draco like this, kept her awake.
So Hermione lyed there. Wide-awake. Thinking through her plan once more, Hermione remembered that she just can't barge in on the Potters. she got up from the bed. It creaked. "Dammit" she whispered. Hermione froze. She listened closely to see if anyone had heard the noise. She sighed in relief as she heard the wonderful sound of nothing fill the air.
Hermione grabbed her pen and a fresh sheet of paper and quickly explained about her sudden visit. Ending the note with her signature, she folded it neatly. Hermione rushed over to the window and slowly, but surely, opened it. "Fritzel!! Fritzel!! Get your feathery arse over here!!" She whispered rather loudly. Not long after Hermione lost her patience, a beige white owl flew swiftly over to her window. The owls' flaming bright eyes dazzled Hermione. Friztel have her a put-down look. "Aww, Fritzel, you know I'm just irritated." The owl pecked playfully at Hermione's caring slender hands. "Now could you bring this to Cho for me? Could you do that for me, Fritzel??" It hooted eagerly. "Shh! don't want to wake them." Hermione looked over towards the doorway. "Now you go," She nudged Fritzel off her arm and it went soaring into the open night sky. Hermione shut the window and tip-toed over to the rug where she hid her papers. "I just have a few finishing touches to do and .... " without thinking it more through, Hermione read over all her work. She had to finish before daybreak. She decided that it would be better to leave before they notice anything. "That should do it." She whispered to herself. She began to gather all her belongings. Hermione glanced out the window and saw the sun peek over the distant plains.
"It's now or never." She said finally, took a deep breath and left the letter on the neatly made bed. Hermione walked over to the window, and summoned her broom. She took one last glance at the empty room and closed the window shut. She dashed down low to the ground. Hermione flew smoothly over to the Potters'. A few moments later she had arrived at the lovely white-picket fence home in the suburbs. Cho had been expecting her. She stood outside on the covered front porch. One thing about her had changed. Her stomach had grown. Hermione kept her mouth shut about it, seeing as it may be better for her to bring up the subject.
"Hello, Hermione,"
"Hello there, Cho,"
"Mind explaining why you're running away?"
"I'm not running away," Cho folded her arms.
"Really? Well then what's with the late-night letter and the early morning arrival, I smell guilt," Hermione bit her lip. She always bit her lip when she was nervous, especially when she was being nagged for her crimes.
"It's for the best, besides you'll know the whole story later,"
"Later? How about now??"
"Cho? Do you know how early in the morning it is? and besides I haven't slept all night."
"Oh alright then, C'mon let's get you inside," Cho began walking into the house with Hermione close behind.
"Oh, Cho, your house, it's so beautiful." Hermione admired the simple quaintness to the house.
"Why thank you, this way to the guestroom." Cho said stepping in front of Hermione who stood in the middle of the small, but spacious living room filled with old memories of school. It also had memories of Harry as well as Cho's childhood. "You coming??" Cho called from the hall.
"Oh, yes uh, coming!" Hermione hollared back. Hermione walked over to the hallway and found herself surrounded by a collection of Quidditch players, both young and old, all still asleep in the photos. Hermione circled herself seeing all the pictures recognizing a few here and there.
"Hermione? In here," Cho was close up ahead. Hermione slowly walked over to where she was. "This is where you will be staying. Even though I don't exactly know how long you're staying... "
"Oh, I shouldn't be staying long."
"All right well, good-night then, of excuse me, good-morning." Cho turned to the hall.
"Cho?" She whipped back around.
"Yes?"
"Does Harry know I'm here?" Hermione asked.
"No, but he'll be sure to notice you. Oh, don't worry, Mione, he won't mind." With a look of relief Hermione set her broom along side the wall and placed her other belongings in their proper places.
"Thank you, Cho," Cho nodded and smiled and nodded.
~Meanwhile~
It was already mid-morning when the Malfoys woke form their peaceful slumber. Draco had just woken up and was busy stretching and yawning. He winced at the sight of the bright morning sun. He reached back running his hands through his smooth blonde hair. Remembering about Hermione, Draco got out of bed and walked over to his bedroom expecting to see his beloved also getting out of bed. Planning to surprise her, Draco peeked into the door saying , "Good Morning , Hermione," but there was no answer. He opened the door, letting go of the handle, causing it to swing and hit the wall. "Hermione??" Everything seemed in order. Bed was perfectly made, nothing seemed to have been touched. But one thing stood out, a white letter, set in the middle of the satin-green bed. Draco quickly rushed over to it. He picked it up gently, not knowing whether it held good or bad news. His name was clearly written on the front of it, no doubt Hermione's hand-writing. Draco sat down on the bed preparing for what he was about to read. He wondered "What does this mean? Is she seeing someone else? Is she leaving me? What have I done for her to think she needed to leave with only a letter behind?" Draco opened the letter held his breath and began to read.
A/N- I couldn't put the letter on this chapter. You'll have to wait until I type it up tomorrow. I was just too tired to type anymore. I was exhausted the minute I started. But I said I would post it today so.... Yea...I hoped you like it. Please review.
Thanks.
~Gretchen