A/N: Hi all! Actually, I lied, it's not my first fic, but it's the first
fic I've let anyone besides my mother read. So I hope you like it, and if
you don't, lie and say you do. Just kidding, tell me the truth.
Just a little background on this story. This is the first and only story that I actually sat down and wrote start to finish. I had no writers block whatsoever. And this story really wanted to be written, because my muse wouldn't let me sleep! She would whisper in my ear all night "Just one more page.quick.before you forget." So it wasn't uncommon for me to be up all night writing it. Thank god it was during spring break (I think it was the spring break before last), it's taken me this long to clean it up and get over my phobias enough to share it with you wonderful people.
It's Hermione/Draco shippy, which is funny, because I've never really bee a H/D shipper.
And oh yeah: J.K.Rowling owns all of these characters, except one..tee hee..so please please please don't sue.
Enough of my boring talk, on to the story.
Forgiving our Fathers
Hermione shifted in her seat and pulled her cloak more tightly around her. She sighed and yawned before turning her attention to the house across the street.
She didn't quite understand why she was watching this particular house, but that was her assignment, and she intended to do it.
She watched a light go on and sighed again. She never imagined working for the ministry could be so.dull.
Her assignment sat down in a chair, pulled out a book and began to read. She looked him over. His light blonde hair and gray eyes were just as she remembered them, but something else about her old school nemesis was very different.
She had expected Draco Malfoy to be living a wild luxurious life. She imagined that with his wealth and family name, he could have whatever, or whoever he wanted.
But instead she found him living in a modest house in Muggle America, and the only visitors he had in a week was the mailman. He had spent all of his time here, living a normal, boring life. That was another strange thing. Through the week she had been observing him, she never once saw him use magic.
Yes, if she hadn't known Malfoy before, she would have sworn he was like any other muggle. It was almost troubling.
Why? Hermione had found herself asking. What was he hiding from?
A few minutes later Draco turned out the light and crawled into bed.
"Another boring end to another boring day, Malfoy." She said to herself. She wondered again why she was doing this. Her superior was very vague when she was given this assignment. He simply said "Just observe. Watch for anything suspicious, and do not interfere unless absolutely necessary."
An hour went by before he had his first nightmare. The light went back on and Draco paced his room for awhile, running his fingers through his messy hair. This was the time when she felt bad for him. He often had several nightmares each night, and from the look on his face afterwards, they were awful dreams. She wondered what they were about.
Eventually, he went back to sleep. Another hour or so later, something snapped Hermione out of her own thoughts. A bright green flash tore across the sky. Looking closely, she could see three tall, hooded figures moving across the lawn towards the house.
She thought quickly. This certainly qualified as "absolutely necessary", she decided. After the figures had moved to the back of the house, she got out of her car, pulled her hood over her head, and ran silently towards the front door.
She rang the doorbell wildly. "Come on Malfoy." She whispered, "Wake up!" She was relieved when the bedroom light went on and she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
The door unlocked and opened a crack, and Hermione could see one of his eyes peek through. "Whadda you want?" he asked sleepily.
"Draco Malfoy, I have reason to believe your life is in danger." She whispered.
Just then a loud crash was heard from the back of the house. Draco spun around and Hermione pushed through the door. She saw that the back door had been blown open; it swung on its hinges. "What's going on?" Malfoy said.
"Shhh." Hermione said harshly. She could hear them moving though the house, searching for him. One was upstairs, another.in the kitchen. That one moved past the doorway, his robes almost floating around him. Before she knew it, the hooded form muttered a curse, sending a pulse of blue- green light in their direction.
"Move!" Hermione shouted, grabbing Malfoy by the arm and practically dragging him into the adjacent room. She forced him to sit behind a nearby couch and she pulled out her wand.
"What-what do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?" He asked.
"What?" Hermione replied, surprised at how afraid he looked. Then she remembered that she had forgotten to pull back her hood. She must have looked like the other invaders. She flipped back her hood and watched his reaction. He looked as if he had never seen her before.
"Malfoy, it's me. Hermione."
His eyes widened in recognition, but he said nothing. "I'm here to help you. Where's your wand?"
"I-I don't have one."
"What?!" She heard one of the invaders pass the doorway and throw a curse their direction. It hit the top of the couch, sending fabric and stuffing into the air. "Wonderful!" She shouted sarcastically.
In an instant she had jumped up from behind the couch, drawn her wand and shouted "Stupefy!" The curse hit the hooded figure and he fell on the spot. "They are the one's that are trying to kill you."
"Oh." He said simply, "Who are they?"
She shrugged, "Death Eaters I'm assuming."
Draco went quiet. "That something I haven't heard in a while." He said softly.
"Look, we've got to get out of here." she said. "Are these the only exits?"
"No. The garage-"
Before he could finish Hermione grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the garage. The soon reached the kitchen. It was dark and eerily quiet. "Stay low." She whispered to him. "Run to the door when I tell you to."
Draco nodded and crouched to the ground.
Hermione stood and darted across the room. A hooded figure appeared at the other end of the room, but Hermione was ready for him. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, and a bolt of light struck the figure sending him flying backwards.
"Now!" she shouted, and Malfoy ran to the door. Together they slipped inside the garage.
Draco sighed and collapsed against the back wall of the garage. "What is going on here?"
"I don't have time to explain right now. We have to get out of here. Get ready to run." Without hesitation, she pushed the door control, bringing the door up. "Let's go!" She took off into the darkness with Malfoy close behind.
"Lumos!" Hermione whispered to her wand, and a small beam of light erupted from the end, lighting the way. She knew there was a lake at the back of his property; she led him in that direction.
Sure enough, she soon reached a cliff that overlooked a large lake. It was too dark to see far, and the light from her wand wasn't strong enough to reach the other side. She cursed under her breath. Then a thought occurred to her. "There's an island out there right?"
"Yes."
Suddenly from behind them, the house burst into flames. Moments later, she could see the three figures gliding towards them. "Can you swim?"
"Yes."
"Good." She shoved him over the cliff and jumped in after him. * * * *
Have I got your attention? Please tell me if you like it so I can know if I'm just wasting my time with this. Oh, and the story is finished, so you don't have to worry about me saying "Erm.I haven't written the next part yet.." I'm just posting it in pieces because I want to keep you waiting..yes, I can be pretty evil if I want to.mwhahahah..
Love ya,
Eveie
Just a little background on this story. This is the first and only story that I actually sat down and wrote start to finish. I had no writers block whatsoever. And this story really wanted to be written, because my muse wouldn't let me sleep! She would whisper in my ear all night "Just one more page.quick.before you forget." So it wasn't uncommon for me to be up all night writing it. Thank god it was during spring break (I think it was the spring break before last), it's taken me this long to clean it up and get over my phobias enough to share it with you wonderful people.
It's Hermione/Draco shippy, which is funny, because I've never really bee a H/D shipper.
And oh yeah: J.K.Rowling owns all of these characters, except one..tee hee..so please please please don't sue.
Enough of my boring talk, on to the story.
Forgiving our Fathers
Hermione shifted in her seat and pulled her cloak more tightly around her. She sighed and yawned before turning her attention to the house across the street.
She didn't quite understand why she was watching this particular house, but that was her assignment, and she intended to do it.
She watched a light go on and sighed again. She never imagined working for the ministry could be so.dull.
Her assignment sat down in a chair, pulled out a book and began to read. She looked him over. His light blonde hair and gray eyes were just as she remembered them, but something else about her old school nemesis was very different.
She had expected Draco Malfoy to be living a wild luxurious life. She imagined that with his wealth and family name, he could have whatever, or whoever he wanted.
But instead she found him living in a modest house in Muggle America, and the only visitors he had in a week was the mailman. He had spent all of his time here, living a normal, boring life. That was another strange thing. Through the week she had been observing him, she never once saw him use magic.
Yes, if she hadn't known Malfoy before, she would have sworn he was like any other muggle. It was almost troubling.
Why? Hermione had found herself asking. What was he hiding from?
A few minutes later Draco turned out the light and crawled into bed.
"Another boring end to another boring day, Malfoy." She said to herself. She wondered again why she was doing this. Her superior was very vague when she was given this assignment. He simply said "Just observe. Watch for anything suspicious, and do not interfere unless absolutely necessary."
An hour went by before he had his first nightmare. The light went back on and Draco paced his room for awhile, running his fingers through his messy hair. This was the time when she felt bad for him. He often had several nightmares each night, and from the look on his face afterwards, they were awful dreams. She wondered what they were about.
Eventually, he went back to sleep. Another hour or so later, something snapped Hermione out of her own thoughts. A bright green flash tore across the sky. Looking closely, she could see three tall, hooded figures moving across the lawn towards the house.
She thought quickly. This certainly qualified as "absolutely necessary", she decided. After the figures had moved to the back of the house, she got out of her car, pulled her hood over her head, and ran silently towards the front door.
She rang the doorbell wildly. "Come on Malfoy." She whispered, "Wake up!" She was relieved when the bedroom light went on and she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
The door unlocked and opened a crack, and Hermione could see one of his eyes peek through. "Whadda you want?" he asked sleepily.
"Draco Malfoy, I have reason to believe your life is in danger." She whispered.
Just then a loud crash was heard from the back of the house. Draco spun around and Hermione pushed through the door. She saw that the back door had been blown open; it swung on its hinges. "What's going on?" Malfoy said.
"Shhh." Hermione said harshly. She could hear them moving though the house, searching for him. One was upstairs, another.in the kitchen. That one moved past the doorway, his robes almost floating around him. Before she knew it, the hooded form muttered a curse, sending a pulse of blue- green light in their direction.
"Move!" Hermione shouted, grabbing Malfoy by the arm and practically dragging him into the adjacent room. She forced him to sit behind a nearby couch and she pulled out her wand.
"What-what do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?" He asked.
"What?" Hermione replied, surprised at how afraid he looked. Then she remembered that she had forgotten to pull back her hood. She must have looked like the other invaders. She flipped back her hood and watched his reaction. He looked as if he had never seen her before.
"Malfoy, it's me. Hermione."
His eyes widened in recognition, but he said nothing. "I'm here to help you. Where's your wand?"
"I-I don't have one."
"What?!" She heard one of the invaders pass the doorway and throw a curse their direction. It hit the top of the couch, sending fabric and stuffing into the air. "Wonderful!" She shouted sarcastically.
In an instant she had jumped up from behind the couch, drawn her wand and shouted "Stupefy!" The curse hit the hooded figure and he fell on the spot. "They are the one's that are trying to kill you."
"Oh." He said simply, "Who are they?"
She shrugged, "Death Eaters I'm assuming."
Draco went quiet. "That something I haven't heard in a while." He said softly.
"Look, we've got to get out of here." she said. "Are these the only exits?"
"No. The garage-"
Before he could finish Hermione grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards the garage. The soon reached the kitchen. It was dark and eerily quiet. "Stay low." She whispered to him. "Run to the door when I tell you to."
Draco nodded and crouched to the ground.
Hermione stood and darted across the room. A hooded figure appeared at the other end of the room, but Hermione was ready for him. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, and a bolt of light struck the figure sending him flying backwards.
"Now!" she shouted, and Malfoy ran to the door. Together they slipped inside the garage.
Draco sighed and collapsed against the back wall of the garage. "What is going on here?"
"I don't have time to explain right now. We have to get out of here. Get ready to run." Without hesitation, she pushed the door control, bringing the door up. "Let's go!" She took off into the darkness with Malfoy close behind.
"Lumos!" Hermione whispered to her wand, and a small beam of light erupted from the end, lighting the way. She knew there was a lake at the back of his property; she led him in that direction.
Sure enough, she soon reached a cliff that overlooked a large lake. It was too dark to see far, and the light from her wand wasn't strong enough to reach the other side. She cursed under her breath. Then a thought occurred to her. "There's an island out there right?"
"Yes."
Suddenly from behind them, the house burst into flames. Moments later, she could see the three figures gliding towards them. "Can you swim?"
"Yes."
"Good." She shoved him over the cliff and jumped in after him. * * * *
Have I got your attention? Please tell me if you like it so I can know if I'm just wasting my time with this. Oh, and the story is finished, so you don't have to worry about me saying "Erm.I haven't written the next part yet.." I'm just posting it in pieces because I want to keep you waiting..yes, I can be pretty evil if I want to.mwhahahah..
Love ya,
Eveie