Author's Note: The title, Quia Amare A Draconis, is For love of a Dragon,
in latin. It's a
Draco/Hermione fic that I've been dying to write. I own nothing except the
plot and any original characters that may appear in the story.
Rating: PG-13 to R, depends on where it goes.
Summery: Hermione's 7th year, Head girl, life at home isn't good since her mother left, her father becomes abusive and she changes in order to hide it. Draco Malfoy is Head boy and they have to share a dormitory. And ancient prophecy comes into play and Hermione learns some very important news about her family. Her life at Hogwarts is changed, but for the better?
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Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat. A loud bang and an even louder curse. Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat. A light flashed on. Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat.
"Goddammit, Hermione! It's another bloody owl! How many times must I - Shit!"
The almost seventeen Hermione Granger, rushed downstairs, before her father could get even more furious, in time to see a large barn owl fly past her hung-over father. Taking the parchment letter from the owl, she led it over to the open window and sent it on it's way back to Hogwarts. She turned around, seeing that her father had sunk into an armchair, head in hands, silently cursing his daughter. Tentatively, Hermione made her way to the stairs, hoping not to disturb his brooding.
"Are you going to open it?" She turned around to him at the banister, "Pardon?"
"Are you going to open the godforsaken piece of shit in your hands or not?" Her father bellowed. She turned the letter over, feeling the familiar Hogwarts emblem. She carefully tore open the envelop,
"Dear Ms. H. Granger, After closely monitoring your behavior and grades over the last six years. We are pleased to appoint you as Hogwarts Head Girl.
Heads and sixth year prefects, as you know, are entitled to visit Hogsmeade whenever they please and when it doesn't interfere with classes or any scheduled activity.
Included in this letter is your Head Girl badge, a schedule of teacher/heads meetings, a list of the prefects, and your required school list.
Term starts on September 1st.
Many thanks, Minerva McGonagoll Deputy Headmistress" Hermione looked up at her father, he simply snorted.
"How much money do you need?" Ever since her 5th year, he had just given her cash and she went to Diagon Alley herself. Without giving her a chance to answer, he pulled out $100 and handed it to her, "Get out of my sight." She headed up stairs, letter in hand, indifferent to her father.
Life had drastically changed for Hermione. It started Christmas of her sixth year, when her mother left them both that Christmas eve. No reason, No letter, no goodbye. Just a bag and a screech of tires on asphalt. At first, Hermione thought that they had gotten into a really bad fight, and her mother went to stay at her sisters for awhile. But her dad started to drink heavily and when it was time for term to begin, her mother wasn't to be found.
Hermione still had a hopeful out look, but that all changed the moment she returned home for the summer holidays. Her father was still drinking, and mom wasn't back and then the cold truth hit. Her mother, whom she loved so very much, had run out on them. She tried to comfort her father, but he wasn't receptive. It started with blame, he blamed Hermione for his wife leaving. The he started to beat her, just a punch or two, but it took its toll.
Hermione started wearing sunglasses and dark, long sleeve clothing even where she went. As time went on, she soon changed her whole appearance, tighter, darker clothes, heavy make-up to hide the black eyes, and her once long, bushy, chestnut hair, turned to short sleek and black.
At first, the changes were only physical and outward, but she started to believe what her father told her, how she was a freak who went to a freak school and had even freakier friends, and her mother was so ashamed about it she left them. So Hermione turned to others, it started with a party, then a drink, then experimenting with drugs. But never quite enjoyed the high from drugs, so she smoked cigarettes instead.
This pissed her father off even more when she would show up at the house around 3AM, smelling strongly of liquor and smoke, causing him to hit her harder, causing her to stay out later and more often. Receiving this letter was like a breath of fresh air after being locked in a chest for a year. Finally, a real escape from this hellhole and back to where she was loved.
Back in her room, she sat down to write to Harry and Ron to see when they could meet in Diagon Alley, but decided against it, She didn't want them to see her this way. She needed a few days to pull together and become presentable. Lighting up a cigarette, she put the money into her wallet and started to pack up up her school things. She figured she'd go to Diagon Alley on the 30th and stay at the Leaky Cauldron, then take the knight bus to Kings Cross on the first.
Over the course of the next few days, she emptied out most of her room. Leaving only her bed, lamps and furniture. She carefully closed her trunk and laid out her choice of clothes for tomorrow, the 30th. The day she'd be free.
Hermione's alarm clock went off at nine o' clock the next morning, giving herself plenty of time to get ready to go. She went into her bathroom and turned on her shower, stripping off her pj's of a long t-shirt and red silk boxers, she climbed in and let the hot water soak into her bones.
Thoughts of school invaded her mind, wondering if she would have a different dorm with the head boy, or not. Who was the head boy? She didn't really care, a year ago she'd said Harry, but life didn't seem to be the same. The joy of being able to visit hogsmeade was comforting. NEWT's were upon them, but she wasn't worried, she'd been preparing since the OWL's in her fifth year. She got out of the shower and got dressed and ready for the day. Downstairs, she fixed herself a little something to eat, and much to her surprise her father was up and looked quite sober.
"Morning, 'Mione." He said gruffly, she mearly nodded at him, and poured him some orange juice. "I know you're leaving today. And I'm sure you don't want any more to do with me, but could I drive you to Diagon Alley?" She looked him over, not sure, he did seem genuine, maybe she could give him one last shot. Besides, she did need a ride their. After a moment she gave him a nod, "Sure. I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes."
The trip there was very uneventful. Hermione was listening to her cd player while her father examined how much she had changed over the summer. No longer awkward and undeveloped, Hermione was a mature, self-sufficient, beautiful woman. He silently blamed himself for it, but showed no sign of changing. The car slowed to s top outside the Leaky cauldron. He helped her unload her stuff then looked at her,
"Well, I guess this is it." He said, "Have fun and good luck." He moved to hug her, but she shied away, he resigned to shake her hand.
"Bye, 'Mione." "Bye, Dad."
Rating: PG-13 to R, depends on where it goes.
Summery: Hermione's 7th year, Head girl, life at home isn't good since her mother left, her father becomes abusive and she changes in order to hide it. Draco Malfoy is Head boy and they have to share a dormitory. And ancient prophecy comes into play and Hermione learns some very important news about her family. Her life at Hogwarts is changed, but for the better?
* * *
Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat. A loud bang and an even louder curse. Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat. A light flashed on. Ratatat Ratatat Ratatat.
"Goddammit, Hermione! It's another bloody owl! How many times must I - Shit!"
The almost seventeen Hermione Granger, rushed downstairs, before her father could get even more furious, in time to see a large barn owl fly past her hung-over father. Taking the parchment letter from the owl, she led it over to the open window and sent it on it's way back to Hogwarts. She turned around, seeing that her father had sunk into an armchair, head in hands, silently cursing his daughter. Tentatively, Hermione made her way to the stairs, hoping not to disturb his brooding.
"Are you going to open it?" She turned around to him at the banister, "Pardon?"
"Are you going to open the godforsaken piece of shit in your hands or not?" Her father bellowed. She turned the letter over, feeling the familiar Hogwarts emblem. She carefully tore open the envelop,
"Dear Ms. H. Granger, After closely monitoring your behavior and grades over the last six years. We are pleased to appoint you as Hogwarts Head Girl.
Heads and sixth year prefects, as you know, are entitled to visit Hogsmeade whenever they please and when it doesn't interfere with classes or any scheduled activity.
Included in this letter is your Head Girl badge, a schedule of teacher/heads meetings, a list of the prefects, and your required school list.
Term starts on September 1st.
Many thanks, Minerva McGonagoll Deputy Headmistress" Hermione looked up at her father, he simply snorted.
"How much money do you need?" Ever since her 5th year, he had just given her cash and she went to Diagon Alley herself. Without giving her a chance to answer, he pulled out $100 and handed it to her, "Get out of my sight." She headed up stairs, letter in hand, indifferent to her father.
Life had drastically changed for Hermione. It started Christmas of her sixth year, when her mother left them both that Christmas eve. No reason, No letter, no goodbye. Just a bag and a screech of tires on asphalt. At first, Hermione thought that they had gotten into a really bad fight, and her mother went to stay at her sisters for awhile. But her dad started to drink heavily and when it was time for term to begin, her mother wasn't to be found.
Hermione still had a hopeful out look, but that all changed the moment she returned home for the summer holidays. Her father was still drinking, and mom wasn't back and then the cold truth hit. Her mother, whom she loved so very much, had run out on them. She tried to comfort her father, but he wasn't receptive. It started with blame, he blamed Hermione for his wife leaving. The he started to beat her, just a punch or two, but it took its toll.
Hermione started wearing sunglasses and dark, long sleeve clothing even where she went. As time went on, she soon changed her whole appearance, tighter, darker clothes, heavy make-up to hide the black eyes, and her once long, bushy, chestnut hair, turned to short sleek and black.
At first, the changes were only physical and outward, but she started to believe what her father told her, how she was a freak who went to a freak school and had even freakier friends, and her mother was so ashamed about it she left them. So Hermione turned to others, it started with a party, then a drink, then experimenting with drugs. But never quite enjoyed the high from drugs, so she smoked cigarettes instead.
This pissed her father off even more when she would show up at the house around 3AM, smelling strongly of liquor and smoke, causing him to hit her harder, causing her to stay out later and more often. Receiving this letter was like a breath of fresh air after being locked in a chest for a year. Finally, a real escape from this hellhole and back to where she was loved.
Back in her room, she sat down to write to Harry and Ron to see when they could meet in Diagon Alley, but decided against it, She didn't want them to see her this way. She needed a few days to pull together and become presentable. Lighting up a cigarette, she put the money into her wallet and started to pack up up her school things. She figured she'd go to Diagon Alley on the 30th and stay at the Leaky Cauldron, then take the knight bus to Kings Cross on the first.
Over the course of the next few days, she emptied out most of her room. Leaving only her bed, lamps and furniture. She carefully closed her trunk and laid out her choice of clothes for tomorrow, the 30th. The day she'd be free.
Hermione's alarm clock went off at nine o' clock the next morning, giving herself plenty of time to get ready to go. She went into her bathroom and turned on her shower, stripping off her pj's of a long t-shirt and red silk boxers, she climbed in and let the hot water soak into her bones.
Thoughts of school invaded her mind, wondering if she would have a different dorm with the head boy, or not. Who was the head boy? She didn't really care, a year ago she'd said Harry, but life didn't seem to be the same. The joy of being able to visit hogsmeade was comforting. NEWT's were upon them, but she wasn't worried, she'd been preparing since the OWL's in her fifth year. She got out of the shower and got dressed and ready for the day. Downstairs, she fixed herself a little something to eat, and much to her surprise her father was up and looked quite sober.
"Morning, 'Mione." He said gruffly, she mearly nodded at him, and poured him some orange juice. "I know you're leaving today. And I'm sure you don't want any more to do with me, but could I drive you to Diagon Alley?" She looked him over, not sure, he did seem genuine, maybe she could give him one last shot. Besides, she did need a ride their. After a moment she gave him a nod, "Sure. I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes."
The trip there was very uneventful. Hermione was listening to her cd player while her father examined how much she had changed over the summer. No longer awkward and undeveloped, Hermione was a mature, self-sufficient, beautiful woman. He silently blamed himself for it, but showed no sign of changing. The car slowed to s top outside the Leaky cauldron. He helped her unload her stuff then looked at her,
"Well, I guess this is it." He said, "Have fun and good luck." He moved to hug her, but she shied away, he resigned to shake her hand.
"Bye, 'Mione." "Bye, Dad."