Disclaimer-I don't own anything..really..yadda yadda yadda..
A/N-I am so sorri!! I haven't updated in like forever! Like omigawd! haha. Again my sincerest apologies. Oh, school is back in play you know, so that might be a bit of a problem. Don't hate me! I'm sorri! I know I'm not the
best writer..that is in terms of timing..hehe yea..get it?
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 5 - Itching to Let it Out
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
SMACK! Hermione's sweet smile had turned into a fierce scowl. Draco looked at her in the utmost shock. "What was that for?" she said nothing. " 'Mione?"
"Oh don't you 'Mione', me," Draco's mouth slightly dropped.
"What are you talking about?? One minute we're hear having a moment and the next I get a bruise across my cheek."
"Serves you right.."
"Hermione, what happened? You were just fine a second ago." Hermione turned her back to him.
"I don't know, Draco, what happened?"
"You were just on my doorstep there, then I opened the door, hugged you, conjured some blankets.." Draco said while moving about his hands showing where everything had happened.
"No, it's not that," she said in a more subtle voice.
"Look, I'm sorry if it's about the letter.." Hermione turned back to him, tears beginning to swell slightly.
"Is it so hard to write me just two lines on a piece of paper and send it to me??" Draco looked to the floor. "I mean, Draco, you had me under the impression that you didn't want a life with me anymore.." Hermione pulled back her tears.
"It's not like you wrote back either.." Draco mumbled, still gazed upon the floor.
"Oh, don't you blame me for anything, Draco Malfoy." Draco brought his head up.
"Well, couldn't you write two lines to me?" he said bringing out a piece of parchment that seemed to have been folded over and over at least a hundred times. Hermione eyed it and tried to see what it could be. She looked at the way he was scanning it up and down like it was his will.
"I couldn't," she said finally. He looked up from the paper, and eyed her.
"This said you would," He held up the parchment as Hermione winced trying to read it. She sighed at the recognition of her handwriting.
"That doesn't specifically state WHEN I would write back.." she said.
"Is that supposed to be an acceptable excuse?" Hermione shook her head. "And were you going to write me back? No?" Again, she shook her head.
"I was waiting for the reply.." Immediately, Draco stopped fussing. He hadn't realized how far he had taken that pitiful statement.
"I'm sorry..I just got..carrried away.." he said, shaking his head, like he had no idea what he was doing.
"Forgiven. It's just that, I had to prove to myself that you truly loved me enough to do these simple things and that you were completely okay with me and the baby."
"I'm sorry you thought I wasn't," he paused to look at Hermione. "Because, you and the baby were all I thought about." Hermione's scowl remained cemented on her face. "My parents' even thought I was going insane,"
"Well, that's not hard to believe.." Hermione mumbled. Draco paid no attention and went on.
"My father even thought you were dead,"
"Might as well been.." she muttered.
"No, Hermione," he said, catching her eye. "I would never think that. I would never be able to tell myself that. You have to know that I didn't reply back because I didn't know how to tell you everything I needed to tell you. Unlike you, I'm not as gifted a writer."
"You don't understand.."
"Of course I do," he attempted to place his hand on hers, but she quickly retained it to her side.
"No..you don't,"
"What do I not understand? Since it seems like you have an answer to everything.." she glared.
"You can't tell me you waited by the window for hours at a time, hoping to see a familiar owl, flying top speed towards you, not letting anything stop it. You cannot tell me that you cried every night you didn't see that owl reach your window, then curse the world for it." Cold tears streamed her cheeks.
"No, but I did pace around this Manor thinking about you and the baby, while cursing myself every time I didn't write you,"
"It's not the same.."
"I know, you paced, I sat."
"Don't be stupid, you know as well as I do that you are NOT funny." Hermione said, shaking her head at him.
"It was worth a shot." he said, shrugging.
"Why are you making this into some kind of game?"
"Why is the sarcastic monkey screeching in your ear?" Hermione could not help, but smile.
"Where do you get these things..sarcastic monkey.." Draco smiled at his ingenius humor.
"They just come to me."
"But you weren't like this before.."
"Well, when you've had a month to do nothing, but think, there were times where I just laughed and cried myself to sleep." Hermione had a puzzled look about her.
"What exactly were you laughing at? Because, I don't think any of this is funny at all,"
"Well," Draco got a but more comfortable by the fire. "I pictured our child, growing up with us and I thought about how many things I could teach it. I was laughing tears of joy that led to sadness." Draco grinned to himself.
"And why is that?" she questioned. Draco's smile faded.
"I wondered if I'd ever see those days, because I wasn't sure if I was to see you again.." Hermione got up from his side and sat down at the couch, grabbed a pillow and embraced it. she stared aimlessly for some time. Draco remained at peace with his hopeful future thoughts of his would- be-son or daughter.
"You know it's funny," Hermione said.
"What is?" Draco replied not turning to look at her.
"Despite my stubborn behavior and you pathetic excuses for humorous remarks, we still have the decency to have a somewhat normal conversation," Draco smiled in agreement.
"That's how it's always been, Hermione," he said.
" I suppose you're ri-" Hermione was cut off by the cheery voice coming towards them. Narcissa strolled into the room once filled with unsettled conflicts, with mugs in her hands with steam floating out of them. Draco muttered, "Took you long enough" while taking a mug from his mother's grasp. Hermione and Draco exchanged uneasy looks as Narcissa flashed an anxious look at them. Both took a gulp of air, closed their eyes, and sipped. Narcissa clapped, overjoyed and asked, "So?! How was it? I added some 'special' ingredients!!".
"Mmm!" Hermione replied with a forced smile. Draco quickly regurgitated and said, "It was great, Mother! You should go make some for, Father.."
"Oh, yes! I should! He'll love it! Thank you, baby!!" she squealed.
"..No, problem.." he coughed as he watched Narcissa frolic towards the kitchen.
~*~
A/N-I know, I know..I'm sorri..and I know this wasn't the best chappy..but hey! It's something. Oh, and thank you to all the people that left me reviews! I'll be sure to answer them in the next chap.I'm sorri, I haven't had time to do any of that in a while..anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
Gretch~
A/N-I am so sorri!! I haven't updated in like forever! Like omigawd! haha. Again my sincerest apologies. Oh, school is back in play you know, so that might be a bit of a problem. Don't hate me! I'm sorri! I know I'm not the
best writer..that is in terms of timing..hehe yea..get it?
~Fate Set Aside~
Chapter 5 - Itching to Let it Out
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
SMACK! Hermione's sweet smile had turned into a fierce scowl. Draco looked at her in the utmost shock. "What was that for?" she said nothing. " 'Mione?"
"Oh don't you 'Mione', me," Draco's mouth slightly dropped.
"What are you talking about?? One minute we're hear having a moment and the next I get a bruise across my cheek."
"Serves you right.."
"Hermione, what happened? You were just fine a second ago." Hermione turned her back to him.
"I don't know, Draco, what happened?"
"You were just on my doorstep there, then I opened the door, hugged you, conjured some blankets.." Draco said while moving about his hands showing where everything had happened.
"No, it's not that," she said in a more subtle voice.
"Look, I'm sorry if it's about the letter.." Hermione turned back to him, tears beginning to swell slightly.
"Is it so hard to write me just two lines on a piece of paper and send it to me??" Draco looked to the floor. "I mean, Draco, you had me under the impression that you didn't want a life with me anymore.." Hermione pulled back her tears.
"It's not like you wrote back either.." Draco mumbled, still gazed upon the floor.
"Oh, don't you blame me for anything, Draco Malfoy." Draco brought his head up.
"Well, couldn't you write two lines to me?" he said bringing out a piece of parchment that seemed to have been folded over and over at least a hundred times. Hermione eyed it and tried to see what it could be. She looked at the way he was scanning it up and down like it was his will.
"I couldn't," she said finally. He looked up from the paper, and eyed her.
"This said you would," He held up the parchment as Hermione winced trying to read it. She sighed at the recognition of her handwriting.
"That doesn't specifically state WHEN I would write back.." she said.
"Is that supposed to be an acceptable excuse?" Hermione shook her head. "And were you going to write me back? No?" Again, she shook her head.
"I was waiting for the reply.." Immediately, Draco stopped fussing. He hadn't realized how far he had taken that pitiful statement.
"I'm sorry..I just got..carrried away.." he said, shaking his head, like he had no idea what he was doing.
"Forgiven. It's just that, I had to prove to myself that you truly loved me enough to do these simple things and that you were completely okay with me and the baby."
"I'm sorry you thought I wasn't," he paused to look at Hermione. "Because, you and the baby were all I thought about." Hermione's scowl remained cemented on her face. "My parents' even thought I was going insane,"
"Well, that's not hard to believe.." Hermione mumbled. Draco paid no attention and went on.
"My father even thought you were dead,"
"Might as well been.." she muttered.
"No, Hermione," he said, catching her eye. "I would never think that. I would never be able to tell myself that. You have to know that I didn't reply back because I didn't know how to tell you everything I needed to tell you. Unlike you, I'm not as gifted a writer."
"You don't understand.."
"Of course I do," he attempted to place his hand on hers, but she quickly retained it to her side.
"No..you don't,"
"What do I not understand? Since it seems like you have an answer to everything.." she glared.
"You can't tell me you waited by the window for hours at a time, hoping to see a familiar owl, flying top speed towards you, not letting anything stop it. You cannot tell me that you cried every night you didn't see that owl reach your window, then curse the world for it." Cold tears streamed her cheeks.
"No, but I did pace around this Manor thinking about you and the baby, while cursing myself every time I didn't write you,"
"It's not the same.."
"I know, you paced, I sat."
"Don't be stupid, you know as well as I do that you are NOT funny." Hermione said, shaking her head at him.
"It was worth a shot." he said, shrugging.
"Why are you making this into some kind of game?"
"Why is the sarcastic monkey screeching in your ear?" Hermione could not help, but smile.
"Where do you get these things..sarcastic monkey.." Draco smiled at his ingenius humor.
"They just come to me."
"But you weren't like this before.."
"Well, when you've had a month to do nothing, but think, there were times where I just laughed and cried myself to sleep." Hermione had a puzzled look about her.
"What exactly were you laughing at? Because, I don't think any of this is funny at all,"
"Well," Draco got a but more comfortable by the fire. "I pictured our child, growing up with us and I thought about how many things I could teach it. I was laughing tears of joy that led to sadness." Draco grinned to himself.
"And why is that?" she questioned. Draco's smile faded.
"I wondered if I'd ever see those days, because I wasn't sure if I was to see you again.." Hermione got up from his side and sat down at the couch, grabbed a pillow and embraced it. she stared aimlessly for some time. Draco remained at peace with his hopeful future thoughts of his would- be-son or daughter.
"You know it's funny," Hermione said.
"What is?" Draco replied not turning to look at her.
"Despite my stubborn behavior and you pathetic excuses for humorous remarks, we still have the decency to have a somewhat normal conversation," Draco smiled in agreement.
"That's how it's always been, Hermione," he said.
" I suppose you're ri-" Hermione was cut off by the cheery voice coming towards them. Narcissa strolled into the room once filled with unsettled conflicts, with mugs in her hands with steam floating out of them. Draco muttered, "Took you long enough" while taking a mug from his mother's grasp. Hermione and Draco exchanged uneasy looks as Narcissa flashed an anxious look at them. Both took a gulp of air, closed their eyes, and sipped. Narcissa clapped, overjoyed and asked, "So?! How was it? I added some 'special' ingredients!!".
"Mmm!" Hermione replied with a forced smile. Draco quickly regurgitated and said, "It was great, Mother! You should go make some for, Father.."
"Oh, yes! I should! He'll love it! Thank you, baby!!" she squealed.
"..No, problem.." he coughed as he watched Narcissa frolic towards the kitchen.
~*~
A/N-I know, I know..I'm sorri..and I know this wasn't the best chappy..but hey! It's something. Oh, and thank you to all the people that left me reviews! I'll be sure to answer them in the next chap.I'm sorri, I haven't had time to do any of that in a while..anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
Gretch~