THE YEARS THAT PASS
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IT. YOU-KNOW-WHO OWNS EVERYTHING.
"WHO ARE YOU. . . ."
Hermione looked over and saw a tall blonde man standing in her bed room, bare as the day he was born. Thoughts started to race through her head trying to assess the situation, but nothing would come out of her mouth.
*****
Draco shook wobbly. He regained his footing and surveyed the room. He looked to the wide eyed Hermione. He began to speak but she quickly turned away. He tried to come closer but stumbled.
*****
Hermione turned away as fast as she could and started to pull on her blanket and threw it to the man behind her. She could not believe what was happening. Her dog just turned into a human being.
'God,' she thought wildly to herself, 'what am I going to do with this NAKED man?'
*****
Draco deftly caught the blanket and wondered what it was for. He looked at Hermione and realized the reason that she was not looking at him. He was wearing no clothing. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and waited for her to turn her head.
*****
"Who are you," asked Hermione turning her head around with closed eyes. She had gotten an eye full of him already and wasn't to eager to get another.
"It's alright you can look now," the man said, "you don't even remember me anymore Hermione?"
She opened them and looked upon the man she long forgot years ago. He knew her but Hermione couldn't place where she knew this man from. She tried to produce more words, but failed. The end result was just the opening and closing of her mouth after each attempt.
"You really don't remember me," asked the man.
She shook her head and dropped it to look at her bed sheets. He seemed so familiar to her.
"Who are you," she said again.
*****
Draco was starting to feel like he was getting nowhere with this conversation. He watch her eyes as the inner battle of questions and confusion inside her head were clearly shown through them.
"Hermione," he began, "it's me, Draco."
*****
Hermione could not believe her ears. THE DRACO MALFOY was standing right in front of her, after years of non-existence to the wizarding world. Here he is masquerading as a dog.
"Malfoy," she asked unsurely, "what are you doing here pretending to be a dog?"
"Hermione," his voice came, "don't you remember that night I disappeared?"
"Why should I," replied Hermione.
"Because you were there," he said unbelievingly, "that old hag, the Hogshead Pub?" He gestured wildly, as if there were diagrams supporting all of his words. He looked at her, and Hermione felt an odd shiver run down her spine. He always used to that before he "disappeared," one look from him and Hermione immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Malfoy," she started, "I wasn't with you the night you, uh, 'disappeared.'" She looked at him feeling more and more confused by the second.
*****
"Why don't you remember," Draco whispered. He started to pace the room, only half paying attention to Hermione. She had gotten off the bed and was rummaging through her closet. The next thing he knew pants and an old shirt came flying up to him.
"I think those will fit you," said Hermione, " get dressed and I'll be downstairs." She walked out of the room to let him change.
'How could she not remember,' thought Draco to himself. 'How do I show her that I'm telling the truth when I can barely remember that night,' he pulled up the pants and was surprised that they fit surprisingly well. He got fully clothed and started down the stairs, still thinking about his dilemma. Then it dawned on him. . .
THE END FOR NOW!!!
NEW STORY UPDATE!!! I HAVE WRITTEN A NEW STORY!! IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD RIGHT NOW BUT CHECK IT OUT ANYWAY. IT'S CALLED **AT FIRST GLANCE** IT IS OBVIOUSLY ANOTHER DRACO/HERMIONE STORY WITH A TWIST.
SUMMARY: In a world where the Harry Potter movies were never created, Hermione Granger finds love in (dan dana na dan na nananan!!!) Tom Felton???
WHAT CAN I SAY I WAS STRANGELY INSPIRED. CHECK IT OUT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. PLEASE???
WHOOOHOOOO!!! I FINISHED ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER. I KNOW THAT THEY CAN STAND TO BE LONGER. I WAS GOING TO LEAVE OFF ON ". . . it's me Draco." BUT I DECIDED TO POP OUT A COUPLE MORE PARAGRAPHS SINCE IT DID SEEM SHORTER THAN MY USUAL. *SIGH* ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER.
THE VERDICT: "CLIFF HANGERS ARE BAD, BUT NECESSARY TO THE STORYTELLING PROCESS."
I KNOW I'M A BAD UPDATER. FORGIVE ME!! PUSH THE (INSERT COLOR HERE) BUTTON AND REVIEW MY STORY.
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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN IT. YOU-KNOW-WHO OWNS EVERYTHING.
"WHO ARE YOU. . . ."
Hermione looked over and saw a tall blonde man standing in her bed room, bare as the day he was born. Thoughts started to race through her head trying to assess the situation, but nothing would come out of her mouth.
*****
Draco shook wobbly. He regained his footing and surveyed the room. He looked to the wide eyed Hermione. He began to speak but she quickly turned away. He tried to come closer but stumbled.
*****
Hermione turned away as fast as she could and started to pull on her blanket and threw it to the man behind her. She could not believe what was happening. Her dog just turned into a human being.
'God,' she thought wildly to herself, 'what am I going to do with this NAKED man?'
*****
Draco deftly caught the blanket and wondered what it was for. He looked at Hermione and realized the reason that she was not looking at him. He was wearing no clothing. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and waited for her to turn her head.
*****
"Who are you," asked Hermione turning her head around with closed eyes. She had gotten an eye full of him already and wasn't to eager to get another.
"It's alright you can look now," the man said, "you don't even remember me anymore Hermione?"
She opened them and looked upon the man she long forgot years ago. He knew her but Hermione couldn't place where she knew this man from. She tried to produce more words, but failed. The end result was just the opening and closing of her mouth after each attempt.
"You really don't remember me," asked the man.
She shook her head and dropped it to look at her bed sheets. He seemed so familiar to her.
"Who are you," she said again.
*****
Draco was starting to feel like he was getting nowhere with this conversation. He watch her eyes as the inner battle of questions and confusion inside her head were clearly shown through them.
"Hermione," he began, "it's me, Draco."
*****
Hermione could not believe her ears. THE DRACO MALFOY was standing right in front of her, after years of non-existence to the wizarding world. Here he is masquerading as a dog.
"Malfoy," she asked unsurely, "what are you doing here pretending to be a dog?"
"Hermione," his voice came, "don't you remember that night I disappeared?"
"Why should I," replied Hermione.
"Because you were there," he said unbelievingly, "that old hag, the Hogshead Pub?" He gestured wildly, as if there were diagrams supporting all of his words. He looked at her, and Hermione felt an odd shiver run down her spine. He always used to that before he "disappeared," one look from him and Hermione immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Malfoy," she started, "I wasn't with you the night you, uh, 'disappeared.'" She looked at him feeling more and more confused by the second.
*****
"Why don't you remember," Draco whispered. He started to pace the room, only half paying attention to Hermione. She had gotten off the bed and was rummaging through her closet. The next thing he knew pants and an old shirt came flying up to him.
"I think those will fit you," said Hermione, " get dressed and I'll be downstairs." She walked out of the room to let him change.
'How could she not remember,' thought Draco to himself. 'How do I show her that I'm telling the truth when I can barely remember that night,' he pulled up the pants and was surprised that they fit surprisingly well. He got fully clothed and started down the stairs, still thinking about his dilemma. Then it dawned on him. . .
THE END FOR NOW!!!
NEW STORY UPDATE!!! I HAVE WRITTEN A NEW STORY!! IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD RIGHT NOW BUT CHECK IT OUT ANYWAY. IT'S CALLED **AT FIRST GLANCE** IT IS OBVIOUSLY ANOTHER DRACO/HERMIONE STORY WITH A TWIST.
SUMMARY: In a world where the Harry Potter movies were never created, Hermione Granger finds love in (dan dana na dan na nananan!!!) Tom Felton???
WHAT CAN I SAY I WAS STRANGELY INSPIRED. CHECK IT OUT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. PLEASE???
WHOOOHOOOO!!! I FINISHED ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER. I KNOW THAT THEY CAN STAND TO BE LONGER. I WAS GOING TO LEAVE OFF ON ". . . it's me Draco." BUT I DECIDED TO POP OUT A COUPLE MORE PARAGRAPHS SINCE IT DID SEEM SHORTER THAN MY USUAL. *SIGH* ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER.
THE VERDICT: "CLIFF HANGERS ARE BAD, BUT NECESSARY TO THE STORYTELLING PROCESS."
I KNOW I'M A BAD UPDATER. FORGIVE ME!! PUSH THE (INSERT COLOR HERE) BUTTON AND REVIEW MY STORY.
LOVE PEACE CHICKEN GREASE SUPER SYCOH AWAY!!!