A/N: Okay, I am on a roll!! I haven't been on one in a long time but I am
seriously enjoying this story. I hope you all are too! I thought, maybe,
just maybe, I could give this story my ultimate all to win back all of my
readers namely, Y-O-U!
And if you guys like this story enough to want to be in it wouldn't mind borrowing your names for extra characters because I could use names right now. I have got so many ideas right now that I don't even know where to start anymore! So I will just continue with story.
Thanks to:
~*~*~*~
"Do you like getting wet?" Draco looked at her.
"What a question." Hermione laughed.
"Rain wet."
"Yeah." She nodded.
"Come on." Draco put out his hand for her to take.
"What are you doing this time?" Hermione stood up.
"Let's go play."
Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy.
~*~*~*~
It had been almost an hour since Harry saw Hermione and he began to wonder where she was. He decided to go out to see if she was okay.
"Wow, it's pouring." Harry mumbled to himself. He heard her laughter causing him to smile. It had been so long since he's heard her laugh. He looked to see what she was doing and saw her running around the garden, in the rain, with Draco.
"Put me down." She squealed as Draco carried her.
The image of the two of them together reminded Harry of a scene in a movie but it was weird to see them, the two least likely, to be together like that.
~*~*~*~
"Please," Hermione choked through her laughter. "Put me down."
"Sounds like you haven't had fun in awhile." Draco dusted his pants.
"Yeah well." She laughed as he kissed her on the lips, a flash of light came from behind Draco's back. "What was that?" Panic suddenly filled her voice.
"Probably lighting." Draco shrugged but again it flashed.
"That's not lighting." Her face grew pale.
"Don't freak out," Draco eyed her. Suddenly flashes were coming from everywhere.
"Oh god." Hermione covered her face with her hands. "This is not good."
"Who are you?" A reporter began to call towards Draco.
"Please," Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "This is bad."
"What?" Draco looked at her.
"Reporters, paparazzi, shit." Hermione shot an apologetic look at Draco. "I'm sorry." She ran as the people began to follow her.
"Hermione, wait!" Draco called after her. He followed her into the funeral.
"Harry." Hermione sighed as Harry came into view. "I have to go."
"What happened?" He looked at her.
"Everything is just screwed up right now." Hermione whispered. "My management isn't going to be happy."
"Your things."
"I've got my bag, that's all I need." Hermione showed him as her hair was dripping with water.
"Hermione." Draco whispered.
"I'm sorry." She looked at him sadly. "Tonight,"
"Was fun." Draco said hopefully.
"Shouldn't have happened." She began to cry but when she said those words it seemed like she had to force it out of herself.
"Hannah, I got your message, let's go." Her body put one arm around her.
"By Harry," Hermione kissed him on the cheek. "Tell Ginny and Ron that I'm sorry I had to leave like this. That tonight had to be like this."
Her words cut Draco like a knife. It had been so long since he let someone in again and now after a few moments she shut it down.
She put her head down as she was escorted back to her ride.
~*~*~*~
"What happened?" Madeline looked Hermione.
"Please," She cried. "Just let me be alone."
"Did they get the shot of the kiss?" She looked at her. Hermione put her head down. "The first night back in London and already you are making trouble. Hermione, Maverick is not going to be happy."
"Can we just keep the PR out of this!" Hermione began to cry. "Just leave me alone!" Hermione pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.
Madeline looked at her and for the first time she saw that Hermione was just only fifteen, nothing more, nothing less.
"Mommy?" She whispered into the phone as she began to cry. "Please come."
With one last look Madeline saw Hermione sprawled on her bed crying the hardest she had ever seen. Hermione had cried over bad press before. But Madeline knew that tonight she gave a little more that the front page of tomorrow's Star, she gave her heart.
~*~*~*~
Somber. That's what the past few days have been like in the world of Hermione Granger. She hadn't left her room in three days, just bawling her eyes out in the comfort of her parents.
No one had heard from her in seventy-two hours.
On the opposite room Madeline was flooding with all sorts of tabloids saying the fifteen-year-old had used the funeral to see her sexually hungry boyfriend. All sorts of crazy stories had come in and a few law suits were filed against a few tabloids.
The PR was going wild trying to figure out what to say to the press. She was due for a press conference in a day to clear out her name.
~*~*~*~
There was a knock on the door to Hermione's hotel room.
"I've got the stuff you need to get ready." Madeline nodded her head towards the racks and hangers of clothes for Hermione to chose from for her press conference.
"She's only fifteen!" Her mother looked at Madeline.
"Mom," Hermione stopped her. "I've got to."
"All you have to do is say that word and you can stop this silly thing." She looked at her daughter. "If you're not having fun anymore, it's okay to stop."
"No, mom, it's not okay." Hermione looked down. "If I give up do you know how many people will suffer because I don't feel like doing "this" anymore? This is my job, mom. I love doing it and if tabloids come with it, so be it but I can't do anything about it. I can't just wake up one day and say, 'Oh hey, I don't feel like doing this anymore. I could let millions of people down and not care.' I have fans who are waiting for me, to hear the truth, those people believe in me and I can't let them down. And I most certainly can't let down the people who work with me."
"Well if this is what you want to do,"
"It is, mom. It is." She nodded shutting her eyes.
Madeline couldn't help but look at the girl in awe for her strength. How could someone so tiny posses such strength, wisdom and courage. The courage not only to stand up to the world but to stand up to her parents and for what she believed in.
~*~*~*~
"And if sacrificing my happiness is going to be the only way to keep others happy," Hermione whispered to her reflection as the fog clouded the mirror after her hot shower. "I guess it's the only way."
She walked to her room to get ready. On the mirror there was a word written into the mist,
Draco.
~*~*~*~
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it!! Please read and review as you can see I am trying to keep everything good and juicy!
---bbg17
And if you guys like this story enough to want to be in it wouldn't mind borrowing your names for extra characters because I could use names right now. I have got so many ideas right now that I don't even know where to start anymore! So I will just continue with story.
Thanks to:
~*~*~*~
"Do you like getting wet?" Draco looked at her.
"What a question." Hermione laughed.
"Rain wet."
"Yeah." She nodded.
"Come on." Draco put out his hand for her to take.
"What are you doing this time?" Hermione stood up.
"Let's go play."
Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy.
~*~*~*~
It had been almost an hour since Harry saw Hermione and he began to wonder where she was. He decided to go out to see if she was okay.
"Wow, it's pouring." Harry mumbled to himself. He heard her laughter causing him to smile. It had been so long since he's heard her laugh. He looked to see what she was doing and saw her running around the garden, in the rain, with Draco.
"Put me down." She squealed as Draco carried her.
The image of the two of them together reminded Harry of a scene in a movie but it was weird to see them, the two least likely, to be together like that.
~*~*~*~
"Please," Hermione choked through her laughter. "Put me down."
"Sounds like you haven't had fun in awhile." Draco dusted his pants.
"Yeah well." She laughed as he kissed her on the lips, a flash of light came from behind Draco's back. "What was that?" Panic suddenly filled her voice.
"Probably lighting." Draco shrugged but again it flashed.
"That's not lighting." Her face grew pale.
"Don't freak out," Draco eyed her. Suddenly flashes were coming from everywhere.
"Oh god." Hermione covered her face with her hands. "This is not good."
"Who are you?" A reporter began to call towards Draco.
"Please," Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "This is bad."
"What?" Draco looked at her.
"Reporters, paparazzi, shit." Hermione shot an apologetic look at Draco. "I'm sorry." She ran as the people began to follow her.
"Hermione, wait!" Draco called after her. He followed her into the funeral.
"Harry." Hermione sighed as Harry came into view. "I have to go."
"What happened?" He looked at her.
"Everything is just screwed up right now." Hermione whispered. "My management isn't going to be happy."
"Your things."
"I've got my bag, that's all I need." Hermione showed him as her hair was dripping with water.
"Hermione." Draco whispered.
"I'm sorry." She looked at him sadly. "Tonight,"
"Was fun." Draco said hopefully.
"Shouldn't have happened." She began to cry but when she said those words it seemed like she had to force it out of herself.
"Hannah, I got your message, let's go." Her body put one arm around her.
"By Harry," Hermione kissed him on the cheek. "Tell Ginny and Ron that I'm sorry I had to leave like this. That tonight had to be like this."
Her words cut Draco like a knife. It had been so long since he let someone in again and now after a few moments she shut it down.
She put her head down as she was escorted back to her ride.
~*~*~*~
"What happened?" Madeline looked Hermione.
"Please," She cried. "Just let me be alone."
"Did they get the shot of the kiss?" She looked at her. Hermione put her head down. "The first night back in London and already you are making trouble. Hermione, Maverick is not going to be happy."
"Can we just keep the PR out of this!" Hermione began to cry. "Just leave me alone!" Hermione pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.
Madeline looked at her and for the first time she saw that Hermione was just only fifteen, nothing more, nothing less.
"Mommy?" She whispered into the phone as she began to cry. "Please come."
With one last look Madeline saw Hermione sprawled on her bed crying the hardest she had ever seen. Hermione had cried over bad press before. But Madeline knew that tonight she gave a little more that the front page of tomorrow's Star, she gave her heart.
~*~*~*~
Somber. That's what the past few days have been like in the world of Hermione Granger. She hadn't left her room in three days, just bawling her eyes out in the comfort of her parents.
No one had heard from her in seventy-two hours.
On the opposite room Madeline was flooding with all sorts of tabloids saying the fifteen-year-old had used the funeral to see her sexually hungry boyfriend. All sorts of crazy stories had come in and a few law suits were filed against a few tabloids.
The PR was going wild trying to figure out what to say to the press. She was due for a press conference in a day to clear out her name.
~*~*~*~
There was a knock on the door to Hermione's hotel room.
"I've got the stuff you need to get ready." Madeline nodded her head towards the racks and hangers of clothes for Hermione to chose from for her press conference.
"She's only fifteen!" Her mother looked at Madeline.
"Mom," Hermione stopped her. "I've got to."
"All you have to do is say that word and you can stop this silly thing." She looked at her daughter. "If you're not having fun anymore, it's okay to stop."
"No, mom, it's not okay." Hermione looked down. "If I give up do you know how many people will suffer because I don't feel like doing "this" anymore? This is my job, mom. I love doing it and if tabloids come with it, so be it but I can't do anything about it. I can't just wake up one day and say, 'Oh hey, I don't feel like doing this anymore. I could let millions of people down and not care.' I have fans who are waiting for me, to hear the truth, those people believe in me and I can't let them down. And I most certainly can't let down the people who work with me."
"Well if this is what you want to do,"
"It is, mom. It is." She nodded shutting her eyes.
Madeline couldn't help but look at the girl in awe for her strength. How could someone so tiny posses such strength, wisdom and courage. The courage not only to stand up to the world but to stand up to her parents and for what she believed in.
~*~*~*~
"And if sacrificing my happiness is going to be the only way to keep others happy," Hermione whispered to her reflection as the fog clouded the mirror after her hot shower. "I guess it's the only way."
She walked to her room to get ready. On the mirror there was a word written into the mist,
Draco.
~*~*~*~
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! I know I enjoyed writing it!! Please read and review as you can see I am trying to keep everything good and juicy!
---bbg17
