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Rowling!
The day was spent packing all of her things. She flooed to Diagon Alley and first headed to Gringotts. She found Griphook and changed her muggle money into wizard money. Hermione decided that she would like to spend her time in Flourish and Blotts.
As she entered the store, she saw a new section that hadn't been there before on her last visit. She scanned the titles, plucking a mildly dusty book from the shelves. It was titled, 'The Most Ancient and Noble Families of Wizardry'. Hermione flipped through the first few pages, finding almost immediately, the Malfoys, the Weasleys, and the Frosts. Her fingers touched the picture of a man and a woman.
FLASHBACK
A man with dark brown hair looked into a woman's blue eyes.
"Julia, please..., we are doing this for her own good!" he complained to the woman sitting on the bed, holding a small bundle in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her carefully and kissed her forehead quickly. "She has to marry that Malfoy kid. The prophecy says that she, a girl of Frost will be the downfall of the Dark Lord through the love of the Dragon."
"Will, I know, I truly do..." Julia took a deep breath and sighed. "I want her to be happy, I hope she truly finds happiness with this Dragon." A single tear made its way down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hermione squeaked in pain and pulled her fingers back as if she had been burned. Her digits felt hot and sore to the touch. She gently put her fingers to her mouth and blew, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of her heart. What had just happened to her? She looked around her to see if anyone noticed. Not a single head was turned her way. Her walking was slow as she made her way to the clerk. She had decided to by the book in order to find out more about her family. Hermione pulled the coins out of her pocket and continued on her way around Diagon Alley.
She had already finished school at Hogwarts, and had just been staying in the house over summer because her mom didn't want to be alone after her father died of a heart attack. How could everything change so quickly? She was only seventeen, just out of school, and about to marry a pompous, wanker, bigoted, git of a man, Draco Malfoy. Hermione ended up at Madame Malkins. She wanted to look good, even if she was being forced to marry Malfoy. Earlier that morning she had researched about breaking betrothals. All the books she had read said that only one thing could break the agreement of the parents. That thing was death. Hermione wasn't about to go kill herself because of him. Madame Malkins walked over to her and smiled.
"Is there anything I can help you with deary?" she asked in a caring tone of voice. "Um..., yes." Hermione pointed at herself grinning slightly as she prepared herself to be bold. "Do you have anything that would make my husband completely and utterly speechless, in a good way of course."
Madame Malkins scowled for a second at the girl for doubting her choices in robes and clothes before disappearing into the back of the store. Hermione stood tapping her foot waiting for the woman to return. She had just come to the conclusion that being married to the hottest guy Hogwarts had ever laid eyes upon would not be so bad even if he was a little spoiled ferret, when Madame Malkins returned. She was carrying a dark blue silk robe.
Hermione felt like a goddess. Her ocean blue eyes were accentuated perfectly in this robe that hung to her figure in all the right places. Her hair would be pulled up elegantly. She quickly took it off and changed into the jeans and black halter top she had had on previously. Hermione paid for the robe and the shoes she had found somewhere around the vast store. She thanked Madame Malkins and headed to floo home.
Draco Malfoy wouldn't be able to resist her. She promised herself that. The only reason she was doing this was because she wouldn't die just to get out of it. The least she could do was have fun messing with his mind, a great and terrible thing to be reckoned with.
The day was spent packing all of her things. She flooed to Diagon Alley and first headed to Gringotts. She found Griphook and changed her muggle money into wizard money. Hermione decided that she would like to spend her time in Flourish and Blotts.
As she entered the store, she saw a new section that hadn't been there before on her last visit. She scanned the titles, plucking a mildly dusty book from the shelves. It was titled, 'The Most Ancient and Noble Families of Wizardry'. Hermione flipped through the first few pages, finding almost immediately, the Malfoys, the Weasleys, and the Frosts. Her fingers touched the picture of a man and a woman.
FLASHBACK
A man with dark brown hair looked into a woman's blue eyes.
"Julia, please..., we are doing this for her own good!" he complained to the woman sitting on the bed, holding a small bundle in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her carefully and kissed her forehead quickly. "She has to marry that Malfoy kid. The prophecy says that she, a girl of Frost will be the downfall of the Dark Lord through the love of the Dragon."
"Will, I know, I truly do..." Julia took a deep breath and sighed. "I want her to be happy, I hope she truly finds happiness with this Dragon." A single tear made its way down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly.
END OF FLASHBACK
Hermione squeaked in pain and pulled her fingers back as if she had been burned. Her digits felt hot and sore to the touch. She gently put her fingers to her mouth and blew, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of her heart. What had just happened to her? She looked around her to see if anyone noticed. Not a single head was turned her way. Her walking was slow as she made her way to the clerk. She had decided to by the book in order to find out more about her family. Hermione pulled the coins out of her pocket and continued on her way around Diagon Alley.
She had already finished school at Hogwarts, and had just been staying in the house over summer because her mom didn't want to be alone after her father died of a heart attack. How could everything change so quickly? She was only seventeen, just out of school, and about to marry a pompous, wanker, bigoted, git of a man, Draco Malfoy. Hermione ended up at Madame Malkins. She wanted to look good, even if she was being forced to marry Malfoy. Earlier that morning she had researched about breaking betrothals. All the books she had read said that only one thing could break the agreement of the parents. That thing was death. Hermione wasn't about to go kill herself because of him. Madame Malkins walked over to her and smiled.
"Is there anything I can help you with deary?" she asked in a caring tone of voice. "Um..., yes." Hermione pointed at herself grinning slightly as she prepared herself to be bold. "Do you have anything that would make my husband completely and utterly speechless, in a good way of course."
Madame Malkins scowled for a second at the girl for doubting her choices in robes and clothes before disappearing into the back of the store. Hermione stood tapping her foot waiting for the woman to return. She had just come to the conclusion that being married to the hottest guy Hogwarts had ever laid eyes upon would not be so bad even if he was a little spoiled ferret, when Madame Malkins returned. She was carrying a dark blue silk robe.
Hermione felt like a goddess. Her ocean blue eyes were accentuated perfectly in this robe that hung to her figure in all the right places. Her hair would be pulled up elegantly. She quickly took it off and changed into the jeans and black halter top she had had on previously. Hermione paid for the robe and the shoes she had found somewhere around the vast store. She thanked Madame Malkins and headed to floo home.
Draco Malfoy wouldn't be able to resist her. She promised herself that. The only reason she was doing this was because she wouldn't die just to get out of it. The least she could do was have fun messing with his mind, a great and terrible thing to be reckoned with.