Author: Lee-SenRu or Ellaine
Summary: Hermione was being attacked by the ap Weasel and the shield they placed around the keep wouldn't hold much longer. Would her cry for help be answered by her guardian, the Black Dragon, or would she just be taken again by the weasel and taken to a forsaken place? DM/HG.
What inspired me to write this: I was reading a book by Johanna Lindsey called "Defy Not the Heart" and I thought of how great it would be to bring my favorite characters in my favorite book, Harry Potter, to the medieval times. I was also inspired by the song "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park. I thought, 'why not put a sort of lonely soul and a strong-willed woman together in a world long ago and their journey in finding happiness with each other?'
Author's note: Hi everyone! Thank you for the reading and reviewing!
Chapter 3
"You mean.... You are...." somehow Draco couldn't get passed that thought. He wasn't sure if he was just having a bad dream or something but the pain he felt was totally real which also indicated that what was happening was really real. He was not sure what to believe. He was absolutely confused and somehow flabbergasted.
"Draco, in case you're still somewhat perplexed by this comeuppance, I will repeat the fact that I am without a doubt Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Hermione was pleased with his confusion because in a way she just had her revenge on him for all the jokes he has done at her expense. It was a small victory.
"You're the mouse I always teased way back when?" Draco asked. Is this beautiful lady the ordinary girl who had a figure of a stick? Hell, all she did before was study and practicing to perfect her art. She did her best to achieve perfection in everything she did back then. Most of all, she achieved perfection. Draco wondered if Hermione was still like that...
"I am undoubtedly that little girl."
"Wow, you changed so much..." Draco said in a voice filled with awe.
Hermione didn't know how to take that sentence in, as a compliment or an insult. She blushed anyway. She now seemed to be so interested with the carpet.
"You couldn't have expected me to look all the same since these past years, my lord." Hermione said in a little voice that Draco had to strain to hear what she was saying. In the process, switching back to what she called him that was due his title. This was an indication that she was somewhat uncomfortable. "No, I very well cannot expect that."
"If you do not need my assistance anymore my lord, I would like to take my leave for I have further duties to attend to."
"I don't think I need anything else."
"But if you need anything else, please feel free to inform me or one of my servants. Do not be shy to tell us what you need for you to feel truly comfortable." With that Hermione took her leave.
### Hermione's POV ###
She couldn't believe that the man she left in the lord's bedroom was the same person who used to taunt her heartlessly. Hermione unconsciously made her way to her room in the west wing. (A/N: She preferred to use a smaller room that the lord's chamber because the spaciousness of the lord's chamber makes one feel sometimes lonely inside.)
Hermione closed the door still enmeshed in her thoughts that she didn't know where she was headed. She was walking directly to one of the bedposts and unquestionably hit the bedpost. Suffice it to say that this was the best way to have shaken her out of her reverie.
"What- the- OUCH!" Hermione exclaimed.
'I am certainly going to get a very big lump in my head for my stupidity!' Hermione thought irritably.
Hermione changed her dress and even though she was not yet fully recovered, she went downstairs to do her duty was the mistress of the keep and that is to see to the comforts of the soldiers and knights who accompanied the Baron Malfoy in his trip. She directed the servants with their duties. Hermione also went to the kitchens to check with the cook about their menu for their dinner.
### Draco's POV ###
Draco not thinking about his slight head injury that was truly just a trivial one, was going to go down the stairs to talk with the soldiers and knights downstairs when a sumptuous amount of bosom approached him.
"My lord, I am Mary. My lady ordered a bath to be readied for you and I was appointed to lead you and assist you with your bath, so please come this way my lord....so that you may have your warm bath..."
Draco had nothing else to do except follow the little blond, not that he was complaining for he was surely given a great view of the backside of the servant who wore very tight dress that fitted rather nicely by the bottom. Then, he was afforded the scrutiny of the swaying of her rear.
A/N: In my story or world where Hermione and Draco revolve in, not all magical people can become wizard or witch in every sense of the word. Before, they didn't have wands to amplify their powers that enable them to perform spells with little or no effort at all. Only few are talented enough to have the opportunity to reach the summit of their capabilities. Those who were able to do magic had to undergo serious mind training to truly be educated. Also, their weapons could also serve as their wand but the user is the only one who could make this special weapon. To achieve this weapon, one must submit one's self to some crucial instruction from the hardest of teachers.
To give you further information: The lady or the keep or mistress of the keep or one of her daughters (if any) assists special guests in their bath but unlike when servants assist these guests they really don't do anything that's not proper.
Summary: Hermione was being attacked by the ap Weasel and the shield they placed around the keep wouldn't hold much longer. Would her cry for help be answered by her guardian, the Black Dragon, or would she just be taken again by the weasel and taken to a forsaken place? DM/HG.
What inspired me to write this: I was reading a book by Johanna Lindsey called "Defy Not the Heart" and I thought of how great it would be to bring my favorite characters in my favorite book, Harry Potter, to the medieval times. I was also inspired by the song "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park. I thought, 'why not put a sort of lonely soul and a strong-willed woman together in a world long ago and their journey in finding happiness with each other?'
Author's note: Hi everyone! Thank you for the reading and reviewing!
Chapter 3
"You mean.... You are...." somehow Draco couldn't get passed that thought. He wasn't sure if he was just having a bad dream or something but the pain he felt was totally real which also indicated that what was happening was really real. He was not sure what to believe. He was absolutely confused and somehow flabbergasted.
"Draco, in case you're still somewhat perplexed by this comeuppance, I will repeat the fact that I am without a doubt Hermione Granger." Hermione said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Hermione was pleased with his confusion because in a way she just had her revenge on him for all the jokes he has done at her expense. It was a small victory.
"You're the mouse I always teased way back when?" Draco asked. Is this beautiful lady the ordinary girl who had a figure of a stick? Hell, all she did before was study and practicing to perfect her art. She did her best to achieve perfection in everything she did back then. Most of all, she achieved perfection. Draco wondered if Hermione was still like that...
"I am undoubtedly that little girl."
"Wow, you changed so much..." Draco said in a voice filled with awe.
Hermione didn't know how to take that sentence in, as a compliment or an insult. She blushed anyway. She now seemed to be so interested with the carpet.
"You couldn't have expected me to look all the same since these past years, my lord." Hermione said in a little voice that Draco had to strain to hear what she was saying. In the process, switching back to what she called him that was due his title. This was an indication that she was somewhat uncomfortable. "No, I very well cannot expect that."
"If you do not need my assistance anymore my lord, I would like to take my leave for I have further duties to attend to."
"I don't think I need anything else."
"But if you need anything else, please feel free to inform me or one of my servants. Do not be shy to tell us what you need for you to feel truly comfortable." With that Hermione took her leave.
### Hermione's POV ###
She couldn't believe that the man she left in the lord's bedroom was the same person who used to taunt her heartlessly. Hermione unconsciously made her way to her room in the west wing. (A/N: She preferred to use a smaller room that the lord's chamber because the spaciousness of the lord's chamber makes one feel sometimes lonely inside.)
Hermione closed the door still enmeshed in her thoughts that she didn't know where she was headed. She was walking directly to one of the bedposts and unquestionably hit the bedpost. Suffice it to say that this was the best way to have shaken her out of her reverie.
"What- the- OUCH!" Hermione exclaimed.
'I am certainly going to get a very big lump in my head for my stupidity!' Hermione thought irritably.
Hermione changed her dress and even though she was not yet fully recovered, she went downstairs to do her duty was the mistress of the keep and that is to see to the comforts of the soldiers and knights who accompanied the Baron Malfoy in his trip. She directed the servants with their duties. Hermione also went to the kitchens to check with the cook about their menu for their dinner.
### Draco's POV ###
Draco not thinking about his slight head injury that was truly just a trivial one, was going to go down the stairs to talk with the soldiers and knights downstairs when a sumptuous amount of bosom approached him.
"My lord, I am Mary. My lady ordered a bath to be readied for you and I was appointed to lead you and assist you with your bath, so please come this way my lord....so that you may have your warm bath..."
Draco had nothing else to do except follow the little blond, not that he was complaining for he was surely given a great view of the backside of the servant who wore very tight dress that fitted rather nicely by the bottom. Then, he was afforded the scrutiny of the swaying of her rear.
A/N: In my story or world where Hermione and Draco revolve in, not all magical people can become wizard or witch in every sense of the word. Before, they didn't have wands to amplify their powers that enable them to perform spells with little or no effort at all. Only few are talented enough to have the opportunity to reach the summit of their capabilities. Those who were able to do magic had to undergo serious mind training to truly be educated. Also, their weapons could also serve as their wand but the user is the only one who could make this special weapon. To achieve this weapon, one must submit one's self to some crucial instruction from the hardest of teachers.
To give you further information: The lady or the keep or mistress of the keep or one of her daughters (if any) assists special guests in their bath but unlike when servants assist these guests they really don't do anything that's not proper.