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"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, her eyes as wide as the full moon.
"We're getting a divorce," her mother repeated.
"I don't get it," Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes, "I know that you two fight, but I mean, what married couple doesn't? You always seem to solve your fights!"
"I know honey! But it's just that, this is the best solution. Your father and I still love each other, but we don't see our marriage lasting much longer," her mother explained, tears forming in her own eyes. Hermione just sat there, shaking her head in disbelief, tears now streaking down her rosey face. Her mother switched seats, and sat on the arm rest of the single couch, rubbing Hermione's shoulders.
"Oh sweetheart, you had to have seen this coming! This has been going on for as long as you've been at Hogwarts!"
"But why?" Hermione sobbed.
"I don't know how it started," Catherine said. Hermione abruptly stood up and ran up to her room. She slammed the door, and threw herself onto her bed. Of course she knew this would eventually come, she just wasn't ready. She knew a lot of people with divorced parents, and it was so common, but she had never in her life imagined that her own parents would divorce. Her mother and father left her alone, knowing that this was hard on her. Hermione cried into her pillow until she finally drifted to sleep.
The sun was up, and shone in Hermione's third floor bedroom. She streched, remembering that this was the day she would once again return to Hogwarts. She was dreading this day at the beginning of the Christmas break, but was now embracing it with open arms. The only thing she remember from last night was the word "divorce", and how her parents would be getting one. She groaned, looking at the clock and seeing the numbers 8:47am flash. She still had an agonizing two hours until she would leave. She dragged her body downstairs, where her mother was busy making breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," her mother whispered, "Did you sleep well?"
Hermione only grunted in response. Her father entered the room a few minutes later, greeting her the same way her mother did. Again she only grunted. Her mother served the fresh blueberry pancakes; Hermione's favourite. The three sat in silence as they ate, this time, Hermione made no effort to try and start a conversation. It was all too much for her mother.
"Hermione, I know this was a shock to you, but you have to understand. Do you want your father and I to continue our marriage only to be miserable?" Her mother asked, after a long slience.
"No," Hermione grumbled, putting a piece of the pancake in her mouth.
"Your mother's right Hermione. This wasn't an easy decision. We've been debating this issue fow quite awhile now," her father jumped in.
"It's just that-" Hermione tried to say, "Well what ever happened to ' Til death do us part'?"
Her parents just looked at each other, not knowing how to answer that question.
"Exactly," Hermione said smuggly. She stood up and took her polished off plate to the sink. Then walked out of the kitchen, to her room.
' Only an hour to go,' she thought, adding more things to her trunk. She feed Crookshanks and Desiree (who had returned with new letters from Harry and Ron), and cleaned out their cages, getting them ready for the long trip back to Hogwarts.
Hermione looked up to her door, after hearing a quiet knock on the solid wood.
"Come in," Hermione sighed, getting up from the floor.
"Hermione, can we come in and talk to you?" Her mother asked.
"You're already in, so you might as well talk," Hermione answered back.
"Hermione that is no way to talk to your mother!" Jospeh warned his daughter. Hermione sat on her bed, her father taking a seat on her chair, and her mother sat next to her.
"You need to know what's going to happen while you're away at school," Catherine started, "Your father and I have agreed that I will be moving to another home or apartment, and your father will keep this place. I will remain here until I have found a livable place to stay. You will have your own room in each home, although we're not quite sure if you'll be moving out after you graduate."
"Your mother will still work with me at the dentist office," her father continued,"But our schedules will be different, so we won't be in the office together as often as before."
"I can't believe you're actually going through with this," Hermione spat out, trying to hold back her tears.
"Oh sweetheart! This is going to be tough on all of us at first, but it'll get better! You'll see!" Her mother tried reassuring her, but it wasn't working.
Hermione let her mother and father talk more, but she seemed spaced out for the rest of the time. Finally it was time to go. She loaded her things into the trunk of the car, and got in. Both her parents went along, saying their last goodbyes as a family.
Hermione stepped onto the train, holding her things, and found an empty compartment near the front. She spent the rest of the trip replaying every conversation in her head about the divorce. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was so confused as the many emotions within her swam throughout her body. She felt lost, angry and upset. Her breathing was out of control, and she didn't know what to say or do once she was at Hogwarts.
' What if my parents find someone new? What if they get re-married? What if they have more children?' The sick game of "what if" toyed with Hermione's mind.
It was dark when the train reached its destination, and Hermione climbed aboard a carriage that would take her up to the exquisite old castle. She knew that her friends would be walking at the front entrance, so while on the train, she devised a way to easily get rid of them.
"Welcome back Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed simultaneously. Hermione couldn't help but smile, as she rushed to her best friends. They each gave her a hug, Ron's slightly more longer than Harry's, and walked her back to her tower. At the portrait.
"You going come down to dinner after?" An eager Ron asked. Hermione stiffled a fake yawn as she answered, "I don't think so Ron. I'm just so tired from the holidays. Go on without me, and I'll see you two boys at breakfast tomorrow."
"Alright then Hermione. It's great to have you back," Ron tried to hide his disappointment. She offered a smile, then spoke the new password (which was sent to her by Malfoy over the holidays), and entered once again in her bad mood. As she entered, Malfoy, who was sitting on the couch reading a few quidditch books, looked up and opened his mouth to say something.
"Shut it Malfoy. I don't want to hear any of your crap tonight," she snapped before he could say anything and stormed up to her bedroom, slamming the door shut. His eery silver eyes rested on the closed door, as he tried to figure out what just happened. He stood up and walked calmly up the stairs leading to Hermione's bedroom.
' She can't talk to me like that!' Malfoy thought, ' I'm a Malfoy!'
"Mudblood get out here NOW!!" Malfoy banged on the door.
"Sod off Malfoy!" He heard her yell. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. He pulled out his wand.
"Alohomora," he whispered, and the door creaked open. He was shocked to see what lay inside her bedroom. There she was lying face first into her pillow, sobbing. He didn't know what to do next. Malfoy's never had any other emotion, other than pride, anger and jealousy. Something inside of him didn't fit in either of these catagories. The door creaked once more, and this time Hermione heard it and turned around violently, throwing an icy glare at Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" She sneered, wiping the tears from her face. Nothing came out of Malfoy's mouth.
"Get out! Or-or-" Hermione tried to threaten him, pulling out her wand. Malfoy took two large strides, and grasped a hold of her wand, taking it out of her hand.
"Hermione," he said, saying her true name for the first time. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Inside Malfoy's bleak heart, a sign of hope, as he scooped Hermione into his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. He stroked her silky brown hair, as he tried to calm her down. He didn't know what was happening to him, but somehow his heart had taken over his mind. All the Malfoy teachings had been thrown away upon the sight of a helpless enemy crying. Neither of the two spoke, afraid to say something. It was Malfoy who finally broke the silence.
"What's going on Hermione?" His genuine concern caught Hermione by surprise.
"Nothing," Hermione mumbled, pulling her shaking body away from his. Malfoy gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
"Hermione."
After a bit of hesitation, she answered quietly, "It's my parents."
"What about them?" Malfoy pushed forward.
"It's just-" she stopped, trying to explain the situation, "Their marriage. It's like-" she paused trying to find the right words to say, "Like a stone."
"A stone?" Malfoy threw her a confused expression.
"A stone that the ocean beats against. You know...," she paused again, "With each passing year a little more of their love is warn away, until..."
This time she didn't need to continue, Malfoy understood.
"Divorce," he said bluntly. He watched as Hermione tore her eyes away from his and looked downwards to her bed. The feelings he felt at that moment where all so new to him, as he gathered the weeping Gryffindor in his arms. He knew by the way she was acting, he was the only one who knew.
' Scarhead Potty and Weasel don't even know,' he thought to himself. Hermione's head remained buried between Malfoy's shoulders and chest, as she tried to calm herself down. Once her final tear ran down her cheek, she lifted her head up slowly. Her face was only centimeters away from his. She gazed into his silver eyes as he brought his lips closer to hers. It seemed like the right thing to do at that moment, while Draco's lips brushed softly across hers, then slowly parted, looking for a reaction. Hermione's heart beat faster than ever, as she dove in for second. This time the kiss was deepened, more passionate than before, as Draco ran his hand down the small of her back, thrusting his weight on her, pushing her slowly back, until her head lay on the soft pillow beneath her. Hermione's hands found their way to the collar of his shirt, undoing the first few buttons, touching his pale, sculpted chest. Draco seperated his lips from hers, kissing her lightly on her face, then moving down to the base of her neck. His own hands found the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton them.
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-Baby T
A/N: ok here's a bonus chapter!!! but don't forget to review!!!!
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"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, her eyes as wide as the full moon.
"We're getting a divorce," her mother repeated.
"I don't get it," Hermione said, tears forming in her eyes, "I know that you two fight, but I mean, what married couple doesn't? You always seem to solve your fights!"
"I know honey! But it's just that, this is the best solution. Your father and I still love each other, but we don't see our marriage lasting much longer," her mother explained, tears forming in her own eyes. Hermione just sat there, shaking her head in disbelief, tears now streaking down her rosey face. Her mother switched seats, and sat on the arm rest of the single couch, rubbing Hermione's shoulders.
"Oh sweetheart, you had to have seen this coming! This has been going on for as long as you've been at Hogwarts!"
"But why?" Hermione sobbed.
"I don't know how it started," Catherine said. Hermione abruptly stood up and ran up to her room. She slammed the door, and threw herself onto her bed. Of course she knew this would eventually come, she just wasn't ready. She knew a lot of people with divorced parents, and it was so common, but she had never in her life imagined that her own parents would divorce. Her mother and father left her alone, knowing that this was hard on her. Hermione cried into her pillow until she finally drifted to sleep.
The sun was up, and shone in Hermione's third floor bedroom. She streched, remembering that this was the day she would once again return to Hogwarts. She was dreading this day at the beginning of the Christmas break, but was now embracing it with open arms. The only thing she remember from last night was the word "divorce", and how her parents would be getting one. She groaned, looking at the clock and seeing the numbers 8:47am flash. She still had an agonizing two hours until she would leave. She dragged her body downstairs, where her mother was busy making breakfast.
"Morning Hermione," her mother whispered, "Did you sleep well?"
Hermione only grunted in response. Her father entered the room a few minutes later, greeting her the same way her mother did. Again she only grunted. Her mother served the fresh blueberry pancakes; Hermione's favourite. The three sat in silence as they ate, this time, Hermione made no effort to try and start a conversation. It was all too much for her mother.
"Hermione, I know this was a shock to you, but you have to understand. Do you want your father and I to continue our marriage only to be miserable?" Her mother asked, after a long slience.
"No," Hermione grumbled, putting a piece of the pancake in her mouth.
"Your mother's right Hermione. This wasn't an easy decision. We've been debating this issue fow quite awhile now," her father jumped in.
"It's just that-" Hermione tried to say, "Well what ever happened to ' Til death do us part'?"
Her parents just looked at each other, not knowing how to answer that question.
"Exactly," Hermione said smuggly. She stood up and took her polished off plate to the sink. Then walked out of the kitchen, to her room.
' Only an hour to go,' she thought, adding more things to her trunk. She feed Crookshanks and Desiree (who had returned with new letters from Harry and Ron), and cleaned out their cages, getting them ready for the long trip back to Hogwarts.
Hermione looked up to her door, after hearing a quiet knock on the solid wood.
"Come in," Hermione sighed, getting up from the floor.
"Hermione, can we come in and talk to you?" Her mother asked.
"You're already in, so you might as well talk," Hermione answered back.
"Hermione that is no way to talk to your mother!" Jospeh warned his daughter. Hermione sat on her bed, her father taking a seat on her chair, and her mother sat next to her.
"You need to know what's going to happen while you're away at school," Catherine started, "Your father and I have agreed that I will be moving to another home or apartment, and your father will keep this place. I will remain here until I have found a livable place to stay. You will have your own room in each home, although we're not quite sure if you'll be moving out after you graduate."
"Your mother will still work with me at the dentist office," her father continued,"But our schedules will be different, so we won't be in the office together as often as before."
"I can't believe you're actually going through with this," Hermione spat out, trying to hold back her tears.
"Oh sweetheart! This is going to be tough on all of us at first, but it'll get better! You'll see!" Her mother tried reassuring her, but it wasn't working.
Hermione let her mother and father talk more, but she seemed spaced out for the rest of the time. Finally it was time to go. She loaded her things into the trunk of the car, and got in. Both her parents went along, saying their last goodbyes as a family.
Hermione stepped onto the train, holding her things, and found an empty compartment near the front. She spent the rest of the trip replaying every conversation in her head about the divorce. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was so confused as the many emotions within her swam throughout her body. She felt lost, angry and upset. Her breathing was out of control, and she didn't know what to say or do once she was at Hogwarts.
' What if my parents find someone new? What if they get re-married? What if they have more children?' The sick game of "what if" toyed with Hermione's mind.
It was dark when the train reached its destination, and Hermione climbed aboard a carriage that would take her up to the exquisite old castle. She knew that her friends would be walking at the front entrance, so while on the train, she devised a way to easily get rid of them.
"Welcome back Hermione!" Harry and Ron exclaimed simultaneously. Hermione couldn't help but smile, as she rushed to her best friends. They each gave her a hug, Ron's slightly more longer than Harry's, and walked her back to her tower. At the portrait.
"You going come down to dinner after?" An eager Ron asked. Hermione stiffled a fake yawn as she answered, "I don't think so Ron. I'm just so tired from the holidays. Go on without me, and I'll see you two boys at breakfast tomorrow."
"Alright then Hermione. It's great to have you back," Ron tried to hide his disappointment. She offered a smile, then spoke the new password (which was sent to her by Malfoy over the holidays), and entered once again in her bad mood. As she entered, Malfoy, who was sitting on the couch reading a few quidditch books, looked up and opened his mouth to say something.
"Shut it Malfoy. I don't want to hear any of your crap tonight," she snapped before he could say anything and stormed up to her bedroom, slamming the door shut. His eery silver eyes rested on the closed door, as he tried to figure out what just happened. He stood up and walked calmly up the stairs leading to Hermione's bedroom.
' She can't talk to me like that!' Malfoy thought, ' I'm a Malfoy!'
"Mudblood get out here NOW!!" Malfoy banged on the door.
"Sod off Malfoy!" He heard her yell. He tried opening the door, but it was locked. He pulled out his wand.
"Alohomora," he whispered, and the door creaked open. He was shocked to see what lay inside her bedroom. There she was lying face first into her pillow, sobbing. He didn't know what to do next. Malfoy's never had any other emotion, other than pride, anger and jealousy. Something inside of him didn't fit in either of these catagories. The door creaked once more, and this time Hermione heard it and turned around violently, throwing an icy glare at Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" She sneered, wiping the tears from her face. Nothing came out of Malfoy's mouth.
"Get out! Or-or-" Hermione tried to threaten him, pulling out her wand. Malfoy took two large strides, and grasped a hold of her wand, taking it out of her hand.
"Hermione," he said, saying her true name for the first time. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Inside Malfoy's bleak heart, a sign of hope, as he scooped Hermione into his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. He stroked her silky brown hair, as he tried to calm her down. He didn't know what was happening to him, but somehow his heart had taken over his mind. All the Malfoy teachings had been thrown away upon the sight of a helpless enemy crying. Neither of the two spoke, afraid to say something. It was Malfoy who finally broke the silence.
"What's going on Hermione?" His genuine concern caught Hermione by surprise.
"Nothing," Hermione mumbled, pulling her shaking body away from his. Malfoy gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
"Hermione."
After a bit of hesitation, she answered quietly, "It's my parents."
"What about them?" Malfoy pushed forward.
"It's just-" she stopped, trying to explain the situation, "Their marriage. It's like-" she paused trying to find the right words to say, "Like a stone."
"A stone?" Malfoy threw her a confused expression.
"A stone that the ocean beats against. You know...," she paused again, "With each passing year a little more of their love is warn away, until..."
This time she didn't need to continue, Malfoy understood.
"Divorce," he said bluntly. He watched as Hermione tore her eyes away from his and looked downwards to her bed. The feelings he felt at that moment where all so new to him, as he gathered the weeping Gryffindor in his arms. He knew by the way she was acting, he was the only one who knew.
' Scarhead Potty and Weasel don't even know,' he thought to himself. Hermione's head remained buried between Malfoy's shoulders and chest, as she tried to calm herself down. Once her final tear ran down her cheek, she lifted her head up slowly. Her face was only centimeters away from his. She gazed into his silver eyes as he brought his lips closer to hers. It seemed like the right thing to do at that moment, while Draco's lips brushed softly across hers, then slowly parted, looking for a reaction. Hermione's heart beat faster than ever, as she dove in for second. This time the kiss was deepened, more passionate than before, as Draco ran his hand down the small of her back, thrusting his weight on her, pushing her slowly back, until her head lay on the soft pillow beneath her. Hermione's hands found their way to the collar of his shirt, undoing the first few buttons, touching his pale, sculpted chest. Draco seperated his lips from hers, kissing her lightly on her face, then moving down to the base of her neck. His own hands found the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton them.
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ohhhhh...what a chapter eh? ne wayz, don't forget to review!! the more reviews, the faster you people find out what happens next!!!
if you just want to guess, and want me to answer you, e-mail me at babyt_3@hotmail.com but plz tell me you're from fanfic, in the subject title! ciao!
-Baby T