Disclaimer - I don't own anything..blah blah blah...I don't own the Daily
Prophet.
A/N - I wish I had updated this one sooner, but FanFic wasn't working with
me and neither was my time. So, I hope you can forgive the long wait of this chapter. (for those who were actually waiting) This chapter is a bit
short, but once I have everything together, the next chapter should be normal. *wait. I just reread it..It's not short so jsut disregard what I
just said. lol *So again, please forgive me.
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 4 - One Month
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Time flew by. It has been a whole month and no sign of Hermione. Where she had gone, no one knows. But all that was left was the letter. The letter that worried Draco more than you know. He had just proposed to the woman he loved. The woman he thought felt the same way about him. What was he thinking? He knew she did. He knew she needed her time and he needed his. But this one month had necome unbearable. Draco had been thinking more deeply that ever. Although this was very difficult when you lived with a mother like, Narcissa. He had paced around this Manor at least a hundred time before he had the ability to sit still in a chair. His parents had suspected his change and decided to do something about it. Draco was so determined to give Hermione the best reply back, he hadn't noticed his parents sympathy.
"Draco, it has been a complete month since you got that damn letter and you still haven't replied back and neither has she." said Draco's irritated father. Draco paid no attention to the remark. "For all we know, she could be dead. I mean, she's pregnant right? It's possible..."
"NO! She is not dead! How could you say that??!!" Draco shouted.
"Just a thought..." Lucius walked away, nodding his head at his son's behaviour. Draco returned pacing.
"It's wonderful news, Hermione!....no....." He muttered to himself walking past his mother.
"Oh Draco, when I said to think about this, I didn't mean to pace around the house and whisper to yourself. You look like you're on the edge of losing your sanity." Narcissa said, following after him. She babbled oh and oh about how riddiculous this is becoming. Draco stopped suddenly. Mrs. Malfoy bumping in behind. "What? What is it??"
"Mother I know you're only trying to help, but please... stop."
"I just wanted -- "
"to help." Draco finished.
"Yes, and --"
"Mother haven't you helped enough,"
"But, couldn't I just -- " she whined.
"Shh..." Draco said placing his hand on her mouth. She quieted down and sat at the table beside them. He stared out the window, seeing the flash of lightening. "It's raining..." He said ina sort of awe. Draco loved the rain. He loved the beaming lights streaming the sky. The cold rain falling from Heaven's clouds. The darkness completely taking over the Sun's rays. It somehow cleared his mind. Making if the best time to think about anything. The rain softly dropped onto the massive window before him. Suddenly it began to rain harder. Something rustled in the bushes. He turned to Narcissa, "Did you see that??" She was reading the Daily Prophet.
"See what dear?" Draco glanced back at the bush. It remained still.
"Nevermind.." He was sure he saw that bush move. He wasn't actually losing his mind, was he? He stared at the bush. The bush nearby rustled. The object was on the move. It seemed to be headed toward the fron of the Manor. Draco stood up from his chair to follow it. Narcissa glanced over the article she was reading and raised a brow, "What now.." she said watching him. Finally she nodded her head and went back to reading. Draco was chasing the fairly quick movements of the unidentified moving object through his numerous windows, lining the walls. It disappeared out of site. Draco ran out of windows. He shook his head, thinking his mind was just playing tricks on him. "It was probably a lost dog or something." He started to walk back the many yards he had power-walked. He had just made it back and pulled up a chair to watch the show of light and water, when he heard a knock at the door. He glanced over at his mother who had to have heard the ear-splitting ring that hasn't been changed since Dracula was claimed as a muggle tale. "Oh don't bother getting up Mother, I'll get it.." He said with a nod.
He got up, trying to think of who would come visit at this ungodly hour, in a thunderstorm. The person at the door grew impatient and knocked abruptly. "I'm coming!!" He yelled. Draco muttered a line of curses for letting his maid out early. By the time he reached the door it became quiet. The person had stopped knocking. All you could hear was the pounding rain. The slow steady ticking of the clock hanging above the front doors. Draco expected someone here to see his mother, and said opening the door, "Yes, my Mother is here, will you please.... Hermione?!" Hermione was standing there, dripping wet on his doorstep. Draco couldn't find any words to say. She seemed to be wearing a month's worth of clothes and all of it soaked. What was just a month felt like forever after seeing her. Hermione broke the silence, " I couldn't wait any longer for your reply." She managed a smile. Draco slowly walked up to her and gave her a delicate hug. A cold tear streamed down her face.
"I've missed you so much, Hermione." He whispered, kissing the top of her head. Hermione nodded in their embrace. "Come inside, you're drenched." Hermione was shivering. They both made their way through the door. "This certainly can't be good for the baby." Draco gently placed a hand on her womb.
"Oh, it'll be fine." Hermione said smiling.
"You look like you're freezing! Here I'll..." Draco quickly conjured some blankets and started wrapping Hermione in them, like a Christmas present. Hermione was looking at him strangely. He threw a blanket over top her head.
"Draco, I feel the warmth.." She said laughing was Draco put what felt like an 8th layer.
"Oh, sorry, I just.."
"I know, I know." Draco apologized, as he began to unwrap her.
"Draco? Who was it dear??" Mrs. Malfoy said walking quickly towards him. She eyed the object Draco was tearing off blanket after blanket. "And what, may I ask, is that??" Hermione's head popped out the top and Draco moved to the bottom layers.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione said with somewhat of a smile.
"Hermione," She replied, nodding.
"Mother, could you please not just stand there!?" Draco said, tearing apart the last blanket.
"Well, what do I do?" Narcissa asked.
"I don't know! Make some hot chocolate!!" He said.
"What??"
"Just do it!" Narcissa took out her wand.
"NOT with magic." He added.
"Then how??" Narcissa asked him. Hermione laughed.
"Use the cookbook in the kitchen. You'll figure it out." Draco said.
"But,"
"GO!" Narcissa set off to the kitchen with a scowl.
"What did you do that for?" Hermione asked.
"I thought it would be funny." He said with a smirk. She tapped his shoulder playfully, smiling.
"No, really, why did you do that?" She asked him.
"She's not really gonna cook. She waits it there and pretends to cook, but when she thinks the time is right she'll conjure some and bring it to us."
"Well that seems simple enough,"
"She doesn't know what hot chocolate is. It'll take hours before she finds it in that cook book. Which gives us time to talk."
"Oh I see." She smiled.
"So, on with it. Tell me all about your adventure."
"Let's sit next to the fire first." She said. Hermione took Draco's hand and led him to the fireplace. They sat down and she leaned in and kissed his lips. "Oh, I missed that."
~
A/N- Alright, I hope you enjoyed it. Again my sincerest apologies for the long wait. I hope the next chapter won't be as long a wait. So, please review. I could use some good advice. Lately, I've been in need for some new inspiration. I like using music. So if you all have any ideas on what music I should listen to for this story to get some more ideas, feel free to either IM me (on AOL) Email me , or put in in your review. Thanks.
~Gretch
Prophet.
A/N - I wish I had updated this one sooner, but FanFic wasn't working with
me and neither was my time. So, I hope you can forgive the long wait of this chapter. (for those who were actually waiting) This chapter is a bit
short, but once I have everything together, the next chapter should be normal. *wait. I just reread it..It's not short so jsut disregard what I
just said. lol *So again, please forgive me.
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 4 - One Month
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Time flew by. It has been a whole month and no sign of Hermione. Where she had gone, no one knows. But all that was left was the letter. The letter that worried Draco more than you know. He had just proposed to the woman he loved. The woman he thought felt the same way about him. What was he thinking? He knew she did. He knew she needed her time and he needed his. But this one month had necome unbearable. Draco had been thinking more deeply that ever. Although this was very difficult when you lived with a mother like, Narcissa. He had paced around this Manor at least a hundred time before he had the ability to sit still in a chair. His parents had suspected his change and decided to do something about it. Draco was so determined to give Hermione the best reply back, he hadn't noticed his parents sympathy.
"Draco, it has been a complete month since you got that damn letter and you still haven't replied back and neither has she." said Draco's irritated father. Draco paid no attention to the remark. "For all we know, she could be dead. I mean, she's pregnant right? It's possible..."
"NO! She is not dead! How could you say that??!!" Draco shouted.
"Just a thought..." Lucius walked away, nodding his head at his son's behaviour. Draco returned pacing.
"It's wonderful news, Hermione!....no....." He muttered to himself walking past his mother.
"Oh Draco, when I said to think about this, I didn't mean to pace around the house and whisper to yourself. You look like you're on the edge of losing your sanity." Narcissa said, following after him. She babbled oh and oh about how riddiculous this is becoming. Draco stopped suddenly. Mrs. Malfoy bumping in behind. "What? What is it??"
"Mother I know you're only trying to help, but please... stop."
"I just wanted -- "
"to help." Draco finished.
"Yes, and --"
"Mother haven't you helped enough,"
"But, couldn't I just -- " she whined.
"Shh..." Draco said placing his hand on her mouth. She quieted down and sat at the table beside them. He stared out the window, seeing the flash of lightening. "It's raining..." He said ina sort of awe. Draco loved the rain. He loved the beaming lights streaming the sky. The cold rain falling from Heaven's clouds. The darkness completely taking over the Sun's rays. It somehow cleared his mind. Making if the best time to think about anything. The rain softly dropped onto the massive window before him. Suddenly it began to rain harder. Something rustled in the bushes. He turned to Narcissa, "Did you see that??" She was reading the Daily Prophet.
"See what dear?" Draco glanced back at the bush. It remained still.
"Nevermind.." He was sure he saw that bush move. He wasn't actually losing his mind, was he? He stared at the bush. The bush nearby rustled. The object was on the move. It seemed to be headed toward the fron of the Manor. Draco stood up from his chair to follow it. Narcissa glanced over the article she was reading and raised a brow, "What now.." she said watching him. Finally she nodded her head and went back to reading. Draco was chasing the fairly quick movements of the unidentified moving object through his numerous windows, lining the walls. It disappeared out of site. Draco ran out of windows. He shook his head, thinking his mind was just playing tricks on him. "It was probably a lost dog or something." He started to walk back the many yards he had power-walked. He had just made it back and pulled up a chair to watch the show of light and water, when he heard a knock at the door. He glanced over at his mother who had to have heard the ear-splitting ring that hasn't been changed since Dracula was claimed as a muggle tale. "Oh don't bother getting up Mother, I'll get it.." He said with a nod.
He got up, trying to think of who would come visit at this ungodly hour, in a thunderstorm. The person at the door grew impatient and knocked abruptly. "I'm coming!!" He yelled. Draco muttered a line of curses for letting his maid out early. By the time he reached the door it became quiet. The person had stopped knocking. All you could hear was the pounding rain. The slow steady ticking of the clock hanging above the front doors. Draco expected someone here to see his mother, and said opening the door, "Yes, my Mother is here, will you please.... Hermione?!" Hermione was standing there, dripping wet on his doorstep. Draco couldn't find any words to say. She seemed to be wearing a month's worth of clothes and all of it soaked. What was just a month felt like forever after seeing her. Hermione broke the silence, " I couldn't wait any longer for your reply." She managed a smile. Draco slowly walked up to her and gave her a delicate hug. A cold tear streamed down her face.
"I've missed you so much, Hermione." He whispered, kissing the top of her head. Hermione nodded in their embrace. "Come inside, you're drenched." Hermione was shivering. They both made their way through the door. "This certainly can't be good for the baby." Draco gently placed a hand on her womb.
"Oh, it'll be fine." Hermione said smiling.
"You look like you're freezing! Here I'll..." Draco quickly conjured some blankets and started wrapping Hermione in them, like a Christmas present. Hermione was looking at him strangely. He threw a blanket over top her head.
"Draco, I feel the warmth.." She said laughing was Draco put what felt like an 8th layer.
"Oh, sorry, I just.."
"I know, I know." Draco apologized, as he began to unwrap her.
"Draco? Who was it dear??" Mrs. Malfoy said walking quickly towards him. She eyed the object Draco was tearing off blanket after blanket. "And what, may I ask, is that??" Hermione's head popped out the top and Draco moved to the bottom layers.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione said with somewhat of a smile.
"Hermione," She replied, nodding.
"Mother, could you please not just stand there!?" Draco said, tearing apart the last blanket.
"Well, what do I do?" Narcissa asked.
"I don't know! Make some hot chocolate!!" He said.
"What??"
"Just do it!" Narcissa took out her wand.
"NOT with magic." He added.
"Then how??" Narcissa asked him. Hermione laughed.
"Use the cookbook in the kitchen. You'll figure it out." Draco said.
"But,"
"GO!" Narcissa set off to the kitchen with a scowl.
"What did you do that for?" Hermione asked.
"I thought it would be funny." He said with a smirk. She tapped his shoulder playfully, smiling.
"No, really, why did you do that?" She asked him.
"She's not really gonna cook. She waits it there and pretends to cook, but when she thinks the time is right she'll conjure some and bring it to us."
"Well that seems simple enough,"
"She doesn't know what hot chocolate is. It'll take hours before she finds it in that cook book. Which gives us time to talk."
"Oh I see." She smiled.
"So, on with it. Tell me all about your adventure."
"Let's sit next to the fire first." She said. Hermione took Draco's hand and led him to the fireplace. They sat down and she leaned in and kissed his lips. "Oh, I missed that."
~
A/N- Alright, I hope you enjoyed it. Again my sincerest apologies for the long wait. I hope the next chapter won't be as long a wait. So, please review. I could use some good advice. Lately, I've been in need for some new inspiration. I like using music. So if you all have any ideas on what music I should listen to for this story to get some more ideas, feel free to either IM me (on AOL) Email me , or put in in your review. Thanks.
~Gretch