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Chapter 4~
Previously on A Different Kind of Summer:
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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Hermione strode gracefully to her father, wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. Draco looked on in shock and horror.
"No, no. I want to see the real Hermione, not the disguise she hides behind it," Voldemort said.
"Yes Father," Hermione said with a smile. She unwrapped one arm from around the Dark Lord's middle and with just a wave of her hand, she started to change. Her cinnamon brown in her hair looked like it was being drained out of each strand and being replaced by shiny, sleek, black hair. Her skin turned pale white, but not as pale as the pasty white skin Voldemort had and her eyes looked like blue ice. The pale blonde boy who was still standing in the threshold's mouth dropped to a physically impossible state.
'She can do wand less magic? Or maybe she's a Metamorphmagus? Did she learn it or was she born one?' Many questions were running through Draco's brain, confusing him. Suddenly Voldemort turned to him.
"Shut your mouth Master Malfoy, you look like a fish. Even though I liked you better as a ferret," he said with a smirk on his face. Draco quickly closed his mouth. "Now come here boy!" the Dark wizard demanded but Draco's legs froze in fear. His brain was sending a signal to his legs saying 'Move damn it!' but his legs sent back a signal saying 'Hell no we wont go'. "For Salazar's sake Draco." Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at him. "Mobilicorpus." Draco lifted off the ground and was being transported towards Voldemort. He landed in front of him and Voldemort quickly put his wand into his robe sleeve. "Now my boy, how have you been?"
"Fine sir," Draco said looking at Voldemort.
"Doing well in school? Are you at the head of your year?"
"No sir, Hermione is."
"Ah yes, of course my 'Mione is at the head of her year. She's the brightest witch I've ever seen since her mother. And a very good likeness of her too."
"Her mother sir?"
"Yes her mother, brightest student of Durmstrang. She died giving birth to Hermione. One of my most loyal followers." Draco took this time to look behind the Dark Lord to look at Hermione. Her face looked the same but it was her hair and eyes that were different. Her eyes, there was emotion in them. It was a look of helplessness. What did she need help from? From what he'd seen her life is just fine.
"Why don't we sit down for dinner my Lord?" suggested Mrs. Granger. "I made your favorite dish tonight." She indicated to the food that just appeared on the table in great amounts. Voldemort pull out his chair at the head of the table and sat down. Draco followed Hermione to the left hand side of the table and her 'parents' to the other. He almost sat down in his seat when he realized that Hermione was still standing next to her chair giving him a dirty look. He looked around trying to get a clue. Mr. Granger was pulling out his wife's chair. Getting the hint, he quickly strode over to behind Hermione's chair and pulled it out so she could sit.
"Sorry for my rudeness, Mud-, I mean Hermione," lied Draco. He pushed her seat in then went back to his chair to sit down and eat.
"Charming young man isn't he Hermione?" Voldemort asked.
"Yeah, I guess so Father," she replied not bothering to look while sipping her pumpkin juice.
"He will be a good husband when you two get married." Upon hearing this, the two teenagers did a spit-take, and spit their pumpkin juice they had been drinking across the table onto Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Merlin's beard Marie, Julius I'm so sorry!" Hermione whipped her wand out of nowhere. "Scorgify." In an instant the pumpkin juice that covered the table and the two adults were gone.
"I'm really sorry Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I didn't mean to. It's just that what the Dark Lord said shocked me. You really didn't mean it did you, sir?" Draco said.
"Of course I did. I don't know why this should come as a surprise to you. I mean your father should have told you this in the beginning of sixth year. Didn't he?" Voldemort inquired.
"No sir, he didn't."
"Hmm. I must make a mental note to talk to him about that one. I wasn't planned to explain this but I will." He took a deep breath.
"About 17 yeas ago, my wife, Vera, gave birth to Hermione. Well she died after that you know so I was left taking care of her. Not that I minded, but I was busy all the time. When I was. defeated by that brat Harry Potter, Hermione, who was only one year old had nowhere to go. So my most loyal followers, the Grangers, took her in and raised her like their own. Three years ago when I was restored back to my own form, I couldn't take her back yet, I was trying to regain my followers and begin a good life for her.
"When she was raised, the Grangers told her to get as close to Harry Potter as possible, to know everything about him so one day she would use it to destroy him, well I would use the information to destroy him. When I came back, I had learned that she was not only close to him, that she was his best friend. I could not be happier. So she has been telling me everything since then.
"And about the marriage deal, when you two where born, Lucius and I were very close, so we decided that our families were to be united with our heirs. I'm afraid you two cannot back out of this. And I know of your little.animosity with each other so you better be nice or the rest of your married life will be horrible."
"Father! You can't be serious! How can you possibly plan a marriage for me! Especially with the ferret!" Hermione yelled.
"Sit down now Hermione! I will not tolerate a 16 year old girl yelling at me!" Hermione quickly sat back down in her seat, pale cheeks red with fury. "Now hopefully in these two months together, you will learn to deal with each other and maybe even like each other."
"Don't get your hopes up," muttered Draco under his breath.
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Later that evening, after Voldemort had left Hermione and Draco were walking up the stairs together, arguing quietly.
"Bet you're happy now Granger. I bet you were dying to hear that. Now my family blood will be tainted with your muggle blood." Draco said.
"First of all, no I am not happy, not at all. Second, it's Riddle, not Granger. I am only Granger when in school. And third, weren't you listening at all? I'm not a muggle born. I am a pure-blood just like you. Both of my parents were magic. And don't even think about arguing about it," said Hermione angrily pulling out her wand, "Or else I will have to turn you into a ferret like Crouch did. I can keep you all summer in a cage where you belong."
"You can't do magic outside of school. You'll be expelled!"
"Of course I can. There's a ward around this entire estate. I've been doing magic ever since I bought my wand. Ministry can't track me doing magic."
"Whatever. I'm still not getting married to the Insufferable-Know-It- All. What if this gets around school?"
"And I'm not getting married to the white rodent. But anyone won't find out if we don't tell anyone! We're set to be married right after our seventh year."
"How did you know that? He didn't tell us."
"He told me personally that something big was going to happen after seventh year. I guess I found out what it was. I guess it's not too bad, we have a year to get along. It could be worse. You could be getting married to Eloise Midgen and I could be getting married to Marcus Flint."
They stopped walking and realized they were outside of Draco's room. An awkward silence fell over the two teenagers as they stood stupidly on the blue rug. After a few minutes Hermione broke the silence.
"So, how do you like your room?" she asked quietly.
"What's it to you?" snapped Draco.
"Well I'm the hostess. I'm supposed to make sure my guest is satisfied."
"Yes everything is just fine. I suppose we should go to bed now."
"Er. yes well I guess we should. Goodnight Mister Malfoy," Hermione said opening her door.
"Goodnight Missus Malfoy," Draco smirked. He quickly ducked into his room, catching a glimpse of Hermione giving him a sneer to match his own, and a little birdy.
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A/N: Holy Crap!!! I haven't updated i such a long fucking time. I was in vacation in Europe as a student ambassador. I also had such a hard time getting my ideas out. I know what I want to happen but can't get it out onto the screen. Well I finally finished this chapter and will be starting on the fifth one soon. I am also working on another little story for y'all. Review please.
Chapter 4~
Previously on A Different Kind of Summer:
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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Hermione strode gracefully to her father, wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. Draco looked on in shock and horror.
"No, no. I want to see the real Hermione, not the disguise she hides behind it," Voldemort said.
"Yes Father," Hermione said with a smile. She unwrapped one arm from around the Dark Lord's middle and with just a wave of her hand, she started to change. Her cinnamon brown in her hair looked like it was being drained out of each strand and being replaced by shiny, sleek, black hair. Her skin turned pale white, but not as pale as the pasty white skin Voldemort had and her eyes looked like blue ice. The pale blonde boy who was still standing in the threshold's mouth dropped to a physically impossible state.
'She can do wand less magic? Or maybe she's a Metamorphmagus? Did she learn it or was she born one?' Many questions were running through Draco's brain, confusing him. Suddenly Voldemort turned to him.
"Shut your mouth Master Malfoy, you look like a fish. Even though I liked you better as a ferret," he said with a smirk on his face. Draco quickly closed his mouth. "Now come here boy!" the Dark wizard demanded but Draco's legs froze in fear. His brain was sending a signal to his legs saying 'Move damn it!' but his legs sent back a signal saying 'Hell no we wont go'. "For Salazar's sake Draco." Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at him. "Mobilicorpus." Draco lifted off the ground and was being transported towards Voldemort. He landed in front of him and Voldemort quickly put his wand into his robe sleeve. "Now my boy, how have you been?"
"Fine sir," Draco said looking at Voldemort.
"Doing well in school? Are you at the head of your year?"
"No sir, Hermione is."
"Ah yes, of course my 'Mione is at the head of her year. She's the brightest witch I've ever seen since her mother. And a very good likeness of her too."
"Her mother sir?"
"Yes her mother, brightest student of Durmstrang. She died giving birth to Hermione. One of my most loyal followers." Draco took this time to look behind the Dark Lord to look at Hermione. Her face looked the same but it was her hair and eyes that were different. Her eyes, there was emotion in them. It was a look of helplessness. What did she need help from? From what he'd seen her life is just fine.
"Why don't we sit down for dinner my Lord?" suggested Mrs. Granger. "I made your favorite dish tonight." She indicated to the food that just appeared on the table in great amounts. Voldemort pull out his chair at the head of the table and sat down. Draco followed Hermione to the left hand side of the table and her 'parents' to the other. He almost sat down in his seat when he realized that Hermione was still standing next to her chair giving him a dirty look. He looked around trying to get a clue. Mr. Granger was pulling out his wife's chair. Getting the hint, he quickly strode over to behind Hermione's chair and pulled it out so she could sit.
"Sorry for my rudeness, Mud-, I mean Hermione," lied Draco. He pushed her seat in then went back to his chair to sit down and eat.
"Charming young man isn't he Hermione?" Voldemort asked.
"Yeah, I guess so Father," she replied not bothering to look while sipping her pumpkin juice.
"He will be a good husband when you two get married." Upon hearing this, the two teenagers did a spit-take, and spit their pumpkin juice they had been drinking across the table onto Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Merlin's beard Marie, Julius I'm so sorry!" Hermione whipped her wand out of nowhere. "Scorgify." In an instant the pumpkin juice that covered the table and the two adults were gone.
"I'm really sorry Mr. and Mrs. Granger. I didn't mean to. It's just that what the Dark Lord said shocked me. You really didn't mean it did you, sir?" Draco said.
"Of course I did. I don't know why this should come as a surprise to you. I mean your father should have told you this in the beginning of sixth year. Didn't he?" Voldemort inquired.
"No sir, he didn't."
"Hmm. I must make a mental note to talk to him about that one. I wasn't planned to explain this but I will." He took a deep breath.
"About 17 yeas ago, my wife, Vera, gave birth to Hermione. Well she died after that you know so I was left taking care of her. Not that I minded, but I was busy all the time. When I was. defeated by that brat Harry Potter, Hermione, who was only one year old had nowhere to go. So my most loyal followers, the Grangers, took her in and raised her like their own. Three years ago when I was restored back to my own form, I couldn't take her back yet, I was trying to regain my followers and begin a good life for her.
"When she was raised, the Grangers told her to get as close to Harry Potter as possible, to know everything about him so one day she would use it to destroy him, well I would use the information to destroy him. When I came back, I had learned that she was not only close to him, that she was his best friend. I could not be happier. So she has been telling me everything since then.
"And about the marriage deal, when you two where born, Lucius and I were very close, so we decided that our families were to be united with our heirs. I'm afraid you two cannot back out of this. And I know of your little.animosity with each other so you better be nice or the rest of your married life will be horrible."
"Father! You can't be serious! How can you possibly plan a marriage for me! Especially with the ferret!" Hermione yelled.
"Sit down now Hermione! I will not tolerate a 16 year old girl yelling at me!" Hermione quickly sat back down in her seat, pale cheeks red with fury. "Now hopefully in these two months together, you will learn to deal with each other and maybe even like each other."
"Don't get your hopes up," muttered Draco under his breath.
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Later that evening, after Voldemort had left Hermione and Draco were walking up the stairs together, arguing quietly.
"Bet you're happy now Granger. I bet you were dying to hear that. Now my family blood will be tainted with your muggle blood." Draco said.
"First of all, no I am not happy, not at all. Second, it's Riddle, not Granger. I am only Granger when in school. And third, weren't you listening at all? I'm not a muggle born. I am a pure-blood just like you. Both of my parents were magic. And don't even think about arguing about it," said Hermione angrily pulling out her wand, "Or else I will have to turn you into a ferret like Crouch did. I can keep you all summer in a cage where you belong."
"You can't do magic outside of school. You'll be expelled!"
"Of course I can. There's a ward around this entire estate. I've been doing magic ever since I bought my wand. Ministry can't track me doing magic."
"Whatever. I'm still not getting married to the Insufferable-Know-It- All. What if this gets around school?"
"And I'm not getting married to the white rodent. But anyone won't find out if we don't tell anyone! We're set to be married right after our seventh year."
"How did you know that? He didn't tell us."
"He told me personally that something big was going to happen after seventh year. I guess I found out what it was. I guess it's not too bad, we have a year to get along. It could be worse. You could be getting married to Eloise Midgen and I could be getting married to Marcus Flint."
They stopped walking and realized they were outside of Draco's room. An awkward silence fell over the two teenagers as they stood stupidly on the blue rug. After a few minutes Hermione broke the silence.
"So, how do you like your room?" she asked quietly.
"What's it to you?" snapped Draco.
"Well I'm the hostess. I'm supposed to make sure my guest is satisfied."
"Yes everything is just fine. I suppose we should go to bed now."
"Er. yes well I guess we should. Goodnight Mister Malfoy," Hermione said opening her door.
"Goodnight Missus Malfoy," Draco smirked. He quickly ducked into his room, catching a glimpse of Hermione giving him a sneer to match his own, and a little birdy.
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A/N: Holy Crap!!! I haven't updated i such a long fucking time. I was in vacation in Europe as a student ambassador. I also had such a hard time getting my ideas out. I know what I want to happen but can't get it out onto the screen. Well I finally finished this chapter and will be starting on the fifth one soon. I am also working on another little story for y'all. Review please.