A/N: Damn. Sorry I haven't written in awhile. I had some major writer's
block. Going through a rough time and stuff. Thank you to all the people
who reviewed and loved my story. They really cheered me up. The plot is
going kind of fast so keep up. Kay well here's Chapter number three!!
Chapter 3~
The two young adults descended the stairway. Hermione with a smile that said, "I know something you don't know" plastered on her tan face, and Draco with a "someone is going to pay for this" scowl on his lips. They walked arm in arm into the kitchen. Draco only had a quick look at it but what he saw was amazing. The kitchen was pure white, and it was huge. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen. The walls were lined with cabinets except for the occasional window or two especially one big one over the sink. Hermione quickly pulled him into the dining room. There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the exact center of the room. The peach painted walls were ornate with paintings of all the Granger ancestors with a few masterpieces of DaVinci and Monet. The table was long and made out of oak. There were eight chairs-two at each of the heads and three at each of the longer ends. He looked over at Hermione and realized she was in a black slinky dress that criss-crossed 7 times in the back. He blinked hard and realized he was in nice slacks and a green silk shirt.
'How the hell did this happen, I didn't feel anything,' Draco thought. Then he looked at the table setting. There were five places set. 'Who's the extra person? I thought she was an only child.'
Just then Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked in behind them. Mr. Granger was a middle-aged man about forty-eight with light brown hair and hazel eyes that were covered my silver rimmed oval shaped glasses. He was dressed in gray slacks and a red polo shirt. Turning around to face Draco he said:
"Ah Draco! Pleasure to see you again!" He held out his hand, which Draco took and shook it, surprised to find that he had a strong grip. "Haven't seen you since you were a little tyke. A spitting imagine of your father."
"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Granger. Your house is lovely," Draco replied with a forced smile on his face. One of the things he learned from his father was to fake things.
"We are having a special guest today, Draco. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all sir, it is your home anyway. Who is-?"
"Daddy is it him?" Hermione interrupted.
"Yes it is 'Mione, so be on your best behavior."
"Yes sir." Suddenly a loud 'pop' sounded in the air. A hooded figure stood at the head of the table. Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked to either side of the figure and knelt down. They each took one hand and kissed the top of it silently whispering 'My Lord' before getting up. By now Draco was too confused to fathom the happenings. The hooded figure pulled his hood off his head revealing to slit-like red eyes and pasty white, pale skin. Draco blinked rapidly as he recognized the figure.
-VOLDEMORT
He stretched out his arms and said:
"Hermione, it has been ages. Give your father a hug."
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A/N: Wow a cliff hanger.
Chapter 3~
The two young adults descended the stairway. Hermione with a smile that said, "I know something you don't know" plastered on her tan face, and Draco with a "someone is going to pay for this" scowl on his lips. They walked arm in arm into the kitchen. Draco only had a quick look at it but what he saw was amazing. The kitchen was pure white, and it was huge. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen. The walls were lined with cabinets except for the occasional window or two especially one big one over the sink. Hermione quickly pulled him into the dining room. There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the exact center of the room. The peach painted walls were ornate with paintings of all the Granger ancestors with a few masterpieces of DaVinci and Monet. The table was long and made out of oak. There were eight chairs-two at each of the heads and three at each of the longer ends. He looked over at Hermione and realized she was in a black slinky dress that criss-crossed 7 times in the back. He blinked hard and realized he was in nice slacks and a green silk shirt.
'How the hell did this happen, I didn't feel anything,' Draco thought. Then he looked at the table setting. There were five places set. 'Who's the extra person? I thought she was an only child.'
Just then Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked in behind them. Mr. Granger was a middle-aged man about forty-eight with light brown hair and hazel eyes that were covered my silver rimmed oval shaped glasses. He was dressed in gray slacks and a red polo shirt. Turning around to face Draco he said:
"Ah Draco! Pleasure to see you again!" He held out his hand, which Draco took and shook it, surprised to find that he had a strong grip. "Haven't seen you since you were a little tyke. A spitting imagine of your father."
"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Granger. Your house is lovely," Draco replied with a forced smile on his face. One of the things he learned from his father was to fake things.
"We are having a special guest today, Draco. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all sir, it is your home anyway. Who is-?"
"Daddy is it him?" Hermione interrupted.
"Yes it is 'Mione, so be on your best behavior."
"Yes sir." Suddenly a loud 'pop' sounded in the air. A hooded figure stood at the head of the table. Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked to either side of the figure and knelt down. They each took one hand and kissed the top of it silently whispering 'My Lord' before getting up. By now Draco was too confused to fathom the happenings. The hooded figure pulled his hood off his head revealing to slit-like red eyes and pasty white, pale skin. Draco blinked rapidly as he recognized the figure.
-VOLDEMORT
He stretched out his arms and said:
"Hermione, it has been ages. Give your father a hug."
XXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
A/N: Wow a cliff hanger.