A/n: I just can't believe anyone's sticking with this story. I'm 12 and you could just look in J.K.Rowling's work. It's way better...
DRACO AND HERMIONE FLUFF!!!!!!!!!!! Fluffy. Very fluffy, but at the same time funny. It's fun-ney how funny and fluff start with 'f'... Also the same amount of letters, but have different meanings! There are times that you know in this chapter that Draco's in love with Hermione, and with Hermione that she's not sure. This chapter's very important because it has all of the answers. Also, I can't help it if this chapter's angsty. I used to write angsty stuff all the time, so don't you dare cry at the parts. One thing, I THINK DRACO'S OOC!!
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luver-of-Tom: ...I guess odds a good thing... You put this on your favorite stories, at least.
Cheery Lips: Definitely... But I'm saving it for something like the fifth chapter or something. I'll make a lot of fluffy moments with the occasional humor, okay? I'm so sorry about the angst parts up ahead, too.
Gina: WE TWELVE YEAR-OLDS RULE THE WORLD!!! :Giggles.: Yep, I'm only twelve. I absolutely know I'm gonna be a writer! I feel special now. ^-^;
awwwwwwwww: Yep. Only three hours. This took my whole second and third period. -.o;
chyna: It's... GINNY! :Looks to see if person jumps.: 'Kay. Second chap. Read. There the drunken girl is. -.o;
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Disclaimer: I keep on prowling, just wishing that J. K. Rowling would stop owning the characters of HP.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Chapter four: Answers
Voldemort soon appeared later that night. He was dressed in red silken robes, his face hidden by the hood. He actually looked like a dementor, only in red.
Hermione was eating dinner with the Malfoys, (her parents decided to eat normal food) and she had nearly spat out her lasagna out on Draco. Draco almost did the same, a more panicked look in his eyes than Hermione's brown ones held. Draco's parents looked mildly surprised, to say the least.
"I'm guessing you all want to know why I did this?" Voldemort said, looking at the panicked and surprised expressions on their faces. They all nodded and he continued, "Well, Miss Granger here recently discovered a very... Interesting secret." He grinned evilly, though neither of them could see it. They had to rely on the tone of his voice and gestures. Normally, Voldemort sounded emotionless and he rarely did gestures, so that was no help.
Everyone looked over at Hermione, who was staring into her glass of wine.
"I...I can't..." She mumbled, glancing over at Draco and then back to her wine glass. She almost jumped up when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.
"You can..." Draco whispered gently in her ear. "You can tell us..."
Hermione nodded, looking up from her wine to Draco's eyes and began, "Last summer, I found out a terrible secret about my parents. It might not be terrible for the three of you, but it is for me. I had found a letter on my Dad's desk and had decided to open it. These were the exact words: 'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I am here to inform you that purebloods get taxed more than muggles. I request the amount of 600 galleons and five sickles. That is all. Until you get taxed next time...' The name was smudged out, but the important thing in the letter was the pureblood part. I don't want to be a pureblood... My parents lied to me... And now I have to marry Malfoy!" Hermione seemed to forget she was talking to Draco too and cried into her napkin. Draco sat there, a shocked and hurt expression on his face.
"So you see," Voldemort said, "that's why I chose her to marry you. Not just because she was a pureblood like us, but that she was the smartest witch of all time. The combination of brains and lying would make me have the perfect heir." He took off his hood and Hermione had glanced back in time just to see. A flower popped up on his paste-white bald head. Hermione bursted out laughing, laughing so hard she fell out of her chair and was now against Draco, hugging him tightly, for he was laughing too. The flower was a symbol of innocence, which, Lord Voldemort was not. Especially not a purple flower. Plus, the flower had the face of a person smiling on it. ( A/n: LMAO!!!! )
Voldemort appeared not amused and his left eye was twitching, his right eyebrow along with it. This made Draco and Hermione laugh even harder. It was five minutes before the two finally stopped laughing, and even then they wiped tears from their eyes and crept back to their normal seats, both blushing.
"I do suggest you severely punish these two relatives of yours..." Voldemort said before putting up his hood. The flower stood up even when the hood was on it, making Hermione and Draco try hard not to laugh. They had to shift their eyes somewhere else, less they laugh.
"I'm not even related to the Malfoy's yet!" Hermione said, her eyes on a clock.
"But you will be." Voldemort said, glaring at her from under his hood.
"Couldn't you have picked another witch? What about Pansy?" Hermione seemed desperate, and Draco felt his heart sink. Hermione didn't notice the blonde let his head fall to his chest, his bangs shielding the tears now falling.
"Too fat," Voldemort said boredly. "also, her parents had barely any Dark ties..."
"NEITHER DO MINE!" Hermione yelled. She had her fist clenched, her eyes turning a frightening blood red.
"S-shut up, 'Mione..." Draco mumbled. "You obviously don't know much about your parents..." He wiped the tears and forced himself to look up at her, his face pale, the trail of tears obvious.
Hermione frowned and reached over, tracing the line of his tears with her thumb. It was wrong for the situation, she knew, but maybe she'd learn the truth, besides, why *was* Draco crying? "Do you know something I don't about them?" She whispered, not blinking, staring into the blue pools of his eyes. Her own eyes were back to normal, the same chestnut brown.
Draco grabbed her hand from his face and kissed her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. "They were wanted criminals... They had Dark ties from before you were born. They were on the run from the Ministry of magic. If you'd read the headlines, you'd know that. I'm sorry..." He squeezed her hand tightly, smiling a grim smile at her.
"Why did they..." Hermione whispered.
"Because they had no money." Voldemort answered simply.
"I have to talk to them..." Hermione said as she stood up, pulling Draco with her. He murmured "Thanks," before following her as reassurance.
Hermione and Draco slowly walked up the stairs, Hermione squeezing Draco's hand. She was afraid about what she would find out...
When Hermione and Draco finally reached the door to her parent's room, Hermione walked to it and opened it with her freehand, walking with Draco inside.
"Mom, Dad, I know your secret." Hermione said to the couple sitting on their bed. Draco squeezed her hand, walking with her over to her parents.
"Herm, what do you mean?" Her mother asked, her voice full of innocence. If Hermione hadn't heard what she'd heard, she would have actually believed her parents were innocent.
"That you have a connection in Dark ties." Draco answered for Hermione, who hang her head low, tears starting to fall. He looked over worriedly at her, squeezing her hand tightly. To his pure delight and surprise, she squeezed back.
"How did you..." Mr. Granger muttered.
"Just tell me one thing," Hermione said, lifting her head, feeling a surge of confidence, "did you do it for money?" She felt her heart break when she saw them nod and the next thing she knew, she saw black.
Draco sat beside the unconscious Hermione on her bed. He had laid her down and was watching her every movement. He was worried. Very worried about her and was holding on to her hand, his gray eyes sad.
"Hermione..." He whispered into the air. He bit his lip and sighed deeply. Voldemort had left earlier, since it was now midnight. Yes, Draco had stayed up five hours watching Hermione. He had even put a wet towel over her head. "I hope you're all right..."
The next day, Draco was laying next to Hermione on her bed uncovered, his hand raped tightly around hers, sleeping like a wounded angel. Hermione was still in the same condition, the wet towel still on her forehead. But why was there drool on the bed?
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Okay, WTF is with the drool? I dunno. I didn't find any parts to put my poem in though. -.-;
DRACO AND HERMIONE FLUFF!!!!!!!!!!! Fluffy. Very fluffy, but at the same time funny. It's fun-ney how funny and fluff start with 'f'... Also the same amount of letters, but have different meanings! There are times that you know in this chapter that Draco's in love with Hermione, and with Hermione that she's not sure. This chapter's very important because it has all of the answers. Also, I can't help it if this chapter's angsty. I used to write angsty stuff all the time, so don't you dare cry at the parts. One thing, I THINK DRACO'S OOC!!
~~Replies to da reviews~
luver-of-Tom: ...I guess odds a good thing... You put this on your favorite stories, at least.
Cheery Lips: Definitely... But I'm saving it for something like the fifth chapter or something. I'll make a lot of fluffy moments with the occasional humor, okay? I'm so sorry about the angst parts up ahead, too.
Gina: WE TWELVE YEAR-OLDS RULE THE WORLD!!! :Giggles.: Yep, I'm only twelve. I absolutely know I'm gonna be a writer! I feel special now. ^-^;
awwwwwwwww: Yep. Only three hours. This took my whole second and third period. -.o;
chyna: It's... GINNY! :Looks to see if person jumps.: 'Kay. Second chap. Read. There the drunken girl is. -.o;
I can't help but love reviews, y'know?
Disclaimer: I keep on prowling, just wishing that J. K. Rowling would stop owning the characters of HP.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Chapter four: Answers
Voldemort soon appeared later that night. He was dressed in red silken robes, his face hidden by the hood. He actually looked like a dementor, only in red.
Hermione was eating dinner with the Malfoys, (her parents decided to eat normal food) and she had nearly spat out her lasagna out on Draco. Draco almost did the same, a more panicked look in his eyes than Hermione's brown ones held. Draco's parents looked mildly surprised, to say the least.
"I'm guessing you all want to know why I did this?" Voldemort said, looking at the panicked and surprised expressions on their faces. They all nodded and he continued, "Well, Miss Granger here recently discovered a very... Interesting secret." He grinned evilly, though neither of them could see it. They had to rely on the tone of his voice and gestures. Normally, Voldemort sounded emotionless and he rarely did gestures, so that was no help.
Everyone looked over at Hermione, who was staring into her glass of wine.
"I...I can't..." She mumbled, glancing over at Draco and then back to her wine glass. She almost jumped up when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.
"You can..." Draco whispered gently in her ear. "You can tell us..."
Hermione nodded, looking up from her wine to Draco's eyes and began, "Last summer, I found out a terrible secret about my parents. It might not be terrible for the three of you, but it is for me. I had found a letter on my Dad's desk and had decided to open it. These were the exact words: 'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I am here to inform you that purebloods get taxed more than muggles. I request the amount of 600 galleons and five sickles. That is all. Until you get taxed next time...' The name was smudged out, but the important thing in the letter was the pureblood part. I don't want to be a pureblood... My parents lied to me... And now I have to marry Malfoy!" Hermione seemed to forget she was talking to Draco too and cried into her napkin. Draco sat there, a shocked and hurt expression on his face.
"So you see," Voldemort said, "that's why I chose her to marry you. Not just because she was a pureblood like us, but that she was the smartest witch of all time. The combination of brains and lying would make me have the perfect heir." He took off his hood and Hermione had glanced back in time just to see. A flower popped up on his paste-white bald head. Hermione bursted out laughing, laughing so hard she fell out of her chair and was now against Draco, hugging him tightly, for he was laughing too. The flower was a symbol of innocence, which, Lord Voldemort was not. Especially not a purple flower. Plus, the flower had the face of a person smiling on it. ( A/n: LMAO!!!! )
Voldemort appeared not amused and his left eye was twitching, his right eyebrow along with it. This made Draco and Hermione laugh even harder. It was five minutes before the two finally stopped laughing, and even then they wiped tears from their eyes and crept back to their normal seats, both blushing.
"I do suggest you severely punish these two relatives of yours..." Voldemort said before putting up his hood. The flower stood up even when the hood was on it, making Hermione and Draco try hard not to laugh. They had to shift their eyes somewhere else, less they laugh.
"I'm not even related to the Malfoy's yet!" Hermione said, her eyes on a clock.
"But you will be." Voldemort said, glaring at her from under his hood.
"Couldn't you have picked another witch? What about Pansy?" Hermione seemed desperate, and Draco felt his heart sink. Hermione didn't notice the blonde let his head fall to his chest, his bangs shielding the tears now falling.
"Too fat," Voldemort said boredly. "also, her parents had barely any Dark ties..."
"NEITHER DO MINE!" Hermione yelled. She had her fist clenched, her eyes turning a frightening blood red.
"S-shut up, 'Mione..." Draco mumbled. "You obviously don't know much about your parents..." He wiped the tears and forced himself to look up at her, his face pale, the trail of tears obvious.
Hermione frowned and reached over, tracing the line of his tears with her thumb. It was wrong for the situation, she knew, but maybe she'd learn the truth, besides, why *was* Draco crying? "Do you know something I don't about them?" She whispered, not blinking, staring into the blue pools of his eyes. Her own eyes were back to normal, the same chestnut brown.
Draco grabbed her hand from his face and kissed her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. "They were wanted criminals... They had Dark ties from before you were born. They were on the run from the Ministry of magic. If you'd read the headlines, you'd know that. I'm sorry..." He squeezed her hand tightly, smiling a grim smile at her.
"Why did they..." Hermione whispered.
"Because they had no money." Voldemort answered simply.
"I have to talk to them..." Hermione said as she stood up, pulling Draco with her. He murmured "Thanks," before following her as reassurance.
Hermione and Draco slowly walked up the stairs, Hermione squeezing Draco's hand. She was afraid about what she would find out...
When Hermione and Draco finally reached the door to her parent's room, Hermione walked to it and opened it with her freehand, walking with Draco inside.
"Mom, Dad, I know your secret." Hermione said to the couple sitting on their bed. Draco squeezed her hand, walking with her over to her parents.
"Herm, what do you mean?" Her mother asked, her voice full of innocence. If Hermione hadn't heard what she'd heard, she would have actually believed her parents were innocent.
"That you have a connection in Dark ties." Draco answered for Hermione, who hang her head low, tears starting to fall. He looked over worriedly at her, squeezing her hand tightly. To his pure delight and surprise, she squeezed back.
"How did you..." Mr. Granger muttered.
"Just tell me one thing," Hermione said, lifting her head, feeling a surge of confidence, "did you do it for money?" She felt her heart break when she saw them nod and the next thing she knew, she saw black.
Draco sat beside the unconscious Hermione on her bed. He had laid her down and was watching her every movement. He was worried. Very worried about her and was holding on to her hand, his gray eyes sad.
"Hermione..." He whispered into the air. He bit his lip and sighed deeply. Voldemort had left earlier, since it was now midnight. Yes, Draco had stayed up five hours watching Hermione. He had even put a wet towel over her head. "I hope you're all right..."
The next day, Draco was laying next to Hermione on her bed uncovered, his hand raped tightly around hers, sleeping like a wounded angel. Hermione was still in the same condition, the wet towel still on her forehead. But why was there drool on the bed?
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Okay, WTF is with the drool? I dunno. I didn't find any parts to put my poem in though. -.-;