THE YEARS THAT PASS
AN: Yeah, I know, this story's still going?!? Yep. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it.
REALIZATION OF LOVE
Hermione followed her companion's gaze to a long black box. She immediately knew who that box's contents belonged to. "He's rotting away in Azkaban," she said to him. She layed her hand on his arm and led him out into the open streets of Diagon Alley. Once out in the sunlight he calmed down.
"Now that we've got your wand," said Hermione as-a-matter-of-factly, "I think it's best we head over to Gringotts next."
"Why Gringotts," Malfoy asked.
"Well, you don't expect me to buy the pensieve do you," Hermione snapped back at him.
"But," he started, "I don't have my key."
"You," Hermione retorted, "don't need you key. Dumbledore talked your mother into changing the way money was taken out of your vault after you went missing. Only 'Malfoy' blood members can open your vault. Don't ask me why he had it changed, I just know that he pulled some special strings to ensure that your 'fortune' was left untouched."
"Oh," was all he replied. Hermione watched him from the corner of her eye as they walked to the wizarding bank. He looked lost in his own thoughts, 'Nothing's changed,' thought Hermione. Back in Hogwarts Malfoy was often in his own world when he wasn't terrorizing students he thought he was better than, and the expression on Malfoy's face looked all too familiar.
They entered Gringotts and was greeted by a rather surly goblin.
"Whaddya want," asked the disgruntled goblin.
"We need to get into my vault," said Malfoy coming out of his trance and regaining his regular composed self. "Vault 1743, make it snappy!"
The insulted goblin signaled for another to escort them through the tunnels. They were both very quiet throughout the bumpy cart ride, and bot looked quite sick by the time they reached Malfoy's vault.
They approached a large black slab of metal. It had no locks, levers, or bars that needed to be moved in order to get to the other side of the door. It looked like you could stare into nothing and still expect to find something.
"What do we do now Granger," asked Malfoy.
"You just walk through it," said the goblin, "but if you plan on taking the lady I suggest that you hold her hand. Who knows what might happen if you don't." the small goblin flashed a cruel smile. Hermione knew very well that the goblin knew what would happen to her, and that he would love to see it happen as well.
"Well Granger," said a far away voice. Hermione snapped out of her daze to see Malfoy holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and let him lead her into the black door. She felt as if she had walked through a ghost, as the ice cold chill swept through her body, she was comforted by the squeezed Malfoy gave on her hand. They passed through the door and Hermione let her breath go. She didn't even realize that she had been holding it.
"What's wrong with you," asked Malfoy, "it was only less than four seconds." she looked at him with confused eyes.
"Really," said Hermione, "it felt more like four minutes to me." She sighed, "I guess it's the lack of Malfoy blood in me."
"Hermione looked around the vault as Malfoy filled up the money bag she gave to him. There were endless piles of galleons, spots of sickles, and not a knut in sight. She knew the Malfoy's were rich, but if this was what Malfoy had without an inheritance, she couldn't even imagine what this vault would look like with even more than what it already had.
*****
Draco hurriedly stuffed as much money as he could into the small sack. He felt extremely self conscious having Hermione in the vault with him. During the time he had spent with Hermione, he learned that Hermione was a penny-pincher, scrounging and saving down to the last knut. He knew that the only way Hermione would ever have this much money was if she married him.
Draco's thoughts froze at that moment as he suddenly realized what he was thinking. Marriage to Hermione-I'll-take-a-leaf-out-of-Moody's-book- Granger. 'What's wrong with that,' asked the drawling voice of his conscience. 'She's not that bad to look bad,' it continued, 'not that she ever was.' SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, Draco screamed at himself.
"Are you done yet," came Hermione's voice. He nodded and walked over to her and lead her back to the other side of the vault door, only this time he was more conscious of her hand and how nice it felt in his. During their cart ride back his thoughts wandered to the nightswhen he would return to his human form and just hold Hermione. He then realized that he had fallen in love with Hermione during that time and that he cared very much for her. It was the first time, ever, that he cared for someone other than himself; and he liked it.
*****
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AN: Yeah, I know, this story's still going?!? Yep. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it.
REALIZATION OF LOVE
Hermione followed her companion's gaze to a long black box. She immediately knew who that box's contents belonged to. "He's rotting away in Azkaban," she said to him. She layed her hand on his arm and led him out into the open streets of Diagon Alley. Once out in the sunlight he calmed down.
"Now that we've got your wand," said Hermione as-a-matter-of-factly, "I think it's best we head over to Gringotts next."
"Why Gringotts," Malfoy asked.
"Well, you don't expect me to buy the pensieve do you," Hermione snapped back at him.
"But," he started, "I don't have my key."
"You," Hermione retorted, "don't need you key. Dumbledore talked your mother into changing the way money was taken out of your vault after you went missing. Only 'Malfoy' blood members can open your vault. Don't ask me why he had it changed, I just know that he pulled some special strings to ensure that your 'fortune' was left untouched."
"Oh," was all he replied. Hermione watched him from the corner of her eye as they walked to the wizarding bank. He looked lost in his own thoughts, 'Nothing's changed,' thought Hermione. Back in Hogwarts Malfoy was often in his own world when he wasn't terrorizing students he thought he was better than, and the expression on Malfoy's face looked all too familiar.
They entered Gringotts and was greeted by a rather surly goblin.
"Whaddya want," asked the disgruntled goblin.
"We need to get into my vault," said Malfoy coming out of his trance and regaining his regular composed self. "Vault 1743, make it snappy!"
The insulted goblin signaled for another to escort them through the tunnels. They were both very quiet throughout the bumpy cart ride, and bot looked quite sick by the time they reached Malfoy's vault.
They approached a large black slab of metal. It had no locks, levers, or bars that needed to be moved in order to get to the other side of the door. It looked like you could stare into nothing and still expect to find something.
"What do we do now Granger," asked Malfoy.
"You just walk through it," said the goblin, "but if you plan on taking the lady I suggest that you hold her hand. Who knows what might happen if you don't." the small goblin flashed a cruel smile. Hermione knew very well that the goblin knew what would happen to her, and that he would love to see it happen as well.
"Well Granger," said a far away voice. Hermione snapped out of her daze to see Malfoy holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and let him lead her into the black door. She felt as if she had walked through a ghost, as the ice cold chill swept through her body, she was comforted by the squeezed Malfoy gave on her hand. They passed through the door and Hermione let her breath go. She didn't even realize that she had been holding it.
"What's wrong with you," asked Malfoy, "it was only less than four seconds." she looked at him with confused eyes.
"Really," said Hermione, "it felt more like four minutes to me." She sighed, "I guess it's the lack of Malfoy blood in me."
"Hermione looked around the vault as Malfoy filled up the money bag she gave to him. There were endless piles of galleons, spots of sickles, and not a knut in sight. She knew the Malfoy's were rich, but if this was what Malfoy had without an inheritance, she couldn't even imagine what this vault would look like with even more than what it already had.
*****
Draco hurriedly stuffed as much money as he could into the small sack. He felt extremely self conscious having Hermione in the vault with him. During the time he had spent with Hermione, he learned that Hermione was a penny-pincher, scrounging and saving down to the last knut. He knew that the only way Hermione would ever have this much money was if she married him.
Draco's thoughts froze at that moment as he suddenly realized what he was thinking. Marriage to Hermione-I'll-take-a-leaf-out-of-Moody's-book- Granger. 'What's wrong with that,' asked the drawling voice of his conscience. 'She's not that bad to look bad,' it continued, 'not that she ever was.' SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, Draco screamed at himself.
"Are you done yet," came Hermione's voice. He nodded and walked over to her and lead her back to the other side of the vault door, only this time he was more conscious of her hand and how nice it felt in his. During their cart ride back his thoughts wandered to the nightswhen he would return to his human form and just hold Hermione. He then realized that he had fallen in love with Hermione during that time and that he cared very much for her. It was the first time, ever, that he cared for someone other than himself; and he liked it.
*****
Now for my thank you's: Chibi Videl San, relena333, GingitsuneGirl, The elven princess, scholz03, someone, Spaced Out Space Cadet, offleewild1, Artemis MoonClaw, Tropic, Hikaru Ayumi, and Furnikle. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!
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LEAVE A
REVIEW,
BECAUSE I LOVE
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