The music pounded through her head as she started into a slow jog, as not
to strain herself. It had only been two days since she returned from her
5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she hadn't ran
for about four months, she just didn't have time once she started studying
for her OWL's. So she slowly decided to reintroduce her body to exercise,
something she sorely missed. When she ran, her head cleared and her
problems were suddenly solved, or it was a great way to detoxify her body,
mind and soul from whatever plagued her. The music was a way to block
outside influences, her parents berating her to get good grades and an ever
better job with good money, society that she had to tread carefully around
because of her 'condition'. Plus, numerous other things invading her life.
She continued down the street for another block before she decided to head
back home. Slowing back down to a walk, checking her pulse and breathing
deeply. Just like she used to, old habits die hard, at least this was a
good one.
Her eyes saw her house just down the street she turned onto. It hadn't changed in all her sixteen years. Thank God, something stayed the same. Nothing else in her life did, it seemed. Everything just seemed to go out the window once she was accepted into Hogwarts, not that it was a bad thing. She loved it there, the hallways, the exams, her friends, the professors, hell, she even loved fighting with Malfoy. The thrill it gave her was incredible, he could match her wit for wit, she secretly wondered what an intelligent conversation would be like with him. Of course, Harry and Ron would never let it happen, the second his lips didn't say 'mudblood' around her they were suspicious. To them he was just a future death eater, evil to the core, just like his father. But to her, he was so much more, yet she couldn't quite place it. Sure she hated him with every fiber of her being, but his eyes held something she wanted to find out, when they weren't glaring at her. Removing her headphones from her ears she powered off her radio and opened her house door.
"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" When she received no answer she shrugged and slipped off her shoes and put them by the door. Setting down her radio, she went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. Snapping it open she ventured into the hall and up the stairs to her room. She had left her radio on when she left, a terrible habit her parents hated, but she wasn't perfect. Her room was quite big, in fact, she had her own bathroom and walk in closet. Her parents wanted to make sure she had everything she needed in order to make sure she succeeded in school. Stripping off her jogging clothes, she started a shower, as was her custom whenever she exercised. Stepping into a nice hot, cleansing shower, she thought she heard a door open and close downstairs, followed by a small pop.
Her parents were home, and it sounded like they had guests. It was quite late, maybe they had brought home some co-workers for cocktails, with a bright son they wanted to impose on her. Some crap about needed a nice young, normal boy to settle down with and start a family. A lot of hogwash. Once she graduated she was gone, away from her self-absorbed parents with dreams about her life, they wanted her to have a normal life, away from all the 'magic' nonsense she occupied herself with. With one last rinse of her hair, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her. From downstairs she heard voices, at least she thought she did, almost an argument. Brushing it off, she danced her way into her room, her radio was still on. She pulled out a pair of pale denim shorts and a pale pink tank top. After she was dressed and her hair brushed and pulled up into a loose bun, she turned down the volume on her radio and went downstairs into the kitchen. It was then she was fully aware of what else was going in her house, her parents were home, and obviously upset about something. A sinking feeling welled up inside her stomach. Pausing for a moment right outside the living room entrance she heard another voice, in a tone quite forceful, then a silence. Figuring she's better make an appearance, she ventured into the living room, where her parents were on the couch holding each other like someone very close had just passed away. She just stood there, a look of shock and repulsion on her face.
"GRANGER?!?" Her head snapped at the familiar voice sneered her name.
"MALFOY?!?" Draco Malfoy was standing aloof in the corner, behind his Father who was glaring over her parents, wand drawn. "What the hell are you doing in my Living Room? What the hell are you doing in my house?"
Lucius' attention was deterred from her parents at her outburst and a wicked grin stretched on his face. "Well, well, well, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or in this case, she. We were just discussing you, please have a seat. I think you will be most intrigued about what we have to say. Draco, where's your manners? When a lady enters a room you address her properly." He grudgingly nodded his head and muttered, "Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
Hermione didn't sit, nor did she think she would be most intrigued on whatever reason he could come up with as to why they were in her house. A look of loathing shoot at Lucius, "Just what is going on here?" She wanted to say 'What the fuck are you doing in my house, upsetting my parents? Get the fuck out of my life before I curse you into oblivion!' But decided against it, he was a fully capable wizard and she wasn't even in her 6th year yet. The odds weren't in her favor.
"Well, you are adopted."
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Her eyes saw her house just down the street she turned onto. It hadn't changed in all her sixteen years. Thank God, something stayed the same. Nothing else in her life did, it seemed. Everything just seemed to go out the window once she was accepted into Hogwarts, not that it was a bad thing. She loved it there, the hallways, the exams, her friends, the professors, hell, she even loved fighting with Malfoy. The thrill it gave her was incredible, he could match her wit for wit, she secretly wondered what an intelligent conversation would be like with him. Of course, Harry and Ron would never let it happen, the second his lips didn't say 'mudblood' around her they were suspicious. To them he was just a future death eater, evil to the core, just like his father. But to her, he was so much more, yet she couldn't quite place it. Sure she hated him with every fiber of her being, but his eyes held something she wanted to find out, when they weren't glaring at her. Removing her headphones from her ears she powered off her radio and opened her house door.
"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" When she received no answer she shrugged and slipped off her shoes and put them by the door. Setting down her radio, she went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. Snapping it open she ventured into the hall and up the stairs to her room. She had left her radio on when she left, a terrible habit her parents hated, but she wasn't perfect. Her room was quite big, in fact, she had her own bathroom and walk in closet. Her parents wanted to make sure she had everything she needed in order to make sure she succeeded in school. Stripping off her jogging clothes, she started a shower, as was her custom whenever she exercised. Stepping into a nice hot, cleansing shower, she thought she heard a door open and close downstairs, followed by a small pop.
Her parents were home, and it sounded like they had guests. It was quite late, maybe they had brought home some co-workers for cocktails, with a bright son they wanted to impose on her. Some crap about needed a nice young, normal boy to settle down with and start a family. A lot of hogwash. Once she graduated she was gone, away from her self-absorbed parents with dreams about her life, they wanted her to have a normal life, away from all the 'magic' nonsense she occupied herself with. With one last rinse of her hair, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her. From downstairs she heard voices, at least she thought she did, almost an argument. Brushing it off, she danced her way into her room, her radio was still on. She pulled out a pair of pale denim shorts and a pale pink tank top. After she was dressed and her hair brushed and pulled up into a loose bun, she turned down the volume on her radio and went downstairs into the kitchen. It was then she was fully aware of what else was going in her house, her parents were home, and obviously upset about something. A sinking feeling welled up inside her stomach. Pausing for a moment right outside the living room entrance she heard another voice, in a tone quite forceful, then a silence. Figuring she's better make an appearance, she ventured into the living room, where her parents were on the couch holding each other like someone very close had just passed away. She just stood there, a look of shock and repulsion on her face.
"GRANGER?!?" Her head snapped at the familiar voice sneered her name.
"MALFOY?!?" Draco Malfoy was standing aloof in the corner, behind his Father who was glaring over her parents, wand drawn. "What the hell are you doing in my Living Room? What the hell are you doing in my house?"
Lucius' attention was deterred from her parents at her outburst and a wicked grin stretched on his face. "Well, well, well, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or in this case, she. We were just discussing you, please have a seat. I think you will be most intrigued about what we have to say. Draco, where's your manners? When a lady enters a room you address her properly." He grudgingly nodded his head and muttered, "Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
Hermione didn't sit, nor did she think she would be most intrigued on whatever reason he could come up with as to why they were in her house. A look of loathing shoot at Lucius, "Just what is going on here?" She wanted to say 'What the fuck are you doing in my house, upsetting my parents? Get the fuck out of my life before I curse you into oblivion!' But decided against it, he was a fully capable wizard and she wasn't even in her 6th year yet. The odds weren't in her favor.
"Well, you are adopted."
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