Disclaimer: I own only Steven
Morris so far, everything and everyone else you recognize belongs to J. K.
Rowling.
Summary: Hermione now has to face the world ahead. To do so, she
has to live a whole new life, which means she has to leave the memories that
she cherished dearly, behind, along with the love of her life, and a locket…
Author's
Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Even though I've
only got 5.
The Mean Reviewer: I think you are right, so now I have a plot :). bloo-bubbles:
wow, your praise meant a lot to me, and I'm really glad that you liked it. hasapi: thanks for
reviewing, and I thought the beginning was kind of interesting too, it doesn't
have a plot does it? Brandi: thank you! writagal: thank you very much, I'm flattered
:].
Btw, the woman in the Prologue IS Hermione Granger, in case anyone hasn't
figured that out yet, which I doubt…Again, thanks to my wonderful beta Jayne
and Carcinya for the great job they've done! So, here
it is, the first chapter. Enjoy!
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Before Falling Asleep
Chapter 1 -- A Whole New Life
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
-- Isaac Asimov
"Malfoy! Pick up the damn phone!" The-kind-of-shouting-that-could-be-heard-daily-at-mental-hospitals shot out from the bed stand next to the king size bed.
The person on the mattress rolled over, without opening his eyes, dragging a pillow along, intending to cover his head.
"Leave the pillow alone!" Came the voice, as if watching him closely. "If you don't get your butt over here in five minutes, you can kiss your beloved job goodbye!" With a single click, the other person hung up, leaving the delightful little message on the answering machine.
Softly groaning, he turned to lie on his back, fighting to open his eyes. He had never been exactly what you would call a morning person. It was now 8:47 in the morning already, and he was still in bed. The bright, joyful sunshine could be seen from the little gaps in between his blind covering the window, causing every inch of skin it warmed to tingle pleasantly.
Yet, he did have to go to work in the morning. Not that his job started late, he just had always had the habit of being late. And he made sure that none of the meetings would start before 10 o'clock in the morning, so that he would be safe to stay in bed just a bit longer. In fact, he didn't have any meeting scheduled for today.
He stretched lazily and turned, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, slowly sliding into his midnight blue, furry slippers. He then walked straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower to wake him up. As the hot water hit his pale skin, a new day had officially begun.
He was putting on the light gray sweater he had just grabbed when the phone rang again. "Oh joy," he mumbled. Pacing from the closet after the phone rang the fourth time, he finally picked it up.
"Draco Malfoy," he spoke into the receiver professionally.
One second, two seconds, five seconds had passed, and still, there were no response.
"Hello?" He said. After another long pause, he eventually hung up.
That was the third silent call that week, and it was getting rather annoying. He had decided that they were from the same person, but the question was who was that person? As his mind wandered in his own little detective world, he put on a pair of blue, baggy jeans and white sneakers, and then grabbed an orange from the fridge, finally leaving for work.
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Draco Malfoy walked into a typical office building with a sign that said "No Boundaries – so you can fly without wings" on the outside. He smiled inwardly as he passed by all the formally dressed oh-so-busy white-collars rushing around in the building. He got into an elevator, and pressed the white button that said "2" on it.
Stupid Americans, he thought, think they are superior do they? But can they afford some decent stairs? 'Course not!
With that thought in mind, he stepped out of the elevator, only to discover being merely five inches away from an orange haired man with an irate looking face.
"Oh, thanks for the wake up call again, Morris," he stated coolly.
"Why, I wasn't expecting you so early, Malfoy. It's only," he paused to look at the watch on his right wrist, "fifty eight past nine, not time for lunch yet!" the orange-redhead seemed to be about to explode anytime, like always.
"Yeah, I made sure that I'd be here before lunch time. I wouldn't want to miss my only break now, would I?" With a smirk, Malfoy turned the corner and disappeared into his office.
Steve Morris, the reason Draco Malfoy didn't need an alarm clock at home, stared idly at the wooden door with a silver plate that had dark green letters, which read "D. Malfoy", the way the owner had wanted it. Morris had something that he wanted to tell Malfoy, something very important, but what was it? Ah! The light bulb in his head went off. Oh well, he'll find out soon enough.
"Morris!" Screaming, the blonde stormed out of this office.
Um, that was quick. Morris laughed mentally to himself.
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A/N II: Yep, I've noticed too, the style in this chapter is very VERY different from the Prologue. (Though the Prologue was more of my type, except I don't think I can tell a story that way, you know what I mean?) So, did you love it? Hate it? Tell me! And do you want it to be continued? Tell me by reviewing! Get the idea? So whatever you think of this chapter, REVIEW!!! Thanks :). I promise the next chapter would be longer! (If it's coming…)