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A/N: I really have been quite lazy. I have written up to Chapter 6, but I have only put Chapter 3 up. Ever since Thomas shut down the message board at his official site I have been really finding it hard to write. I think I miss the quick and easy uploading. Anyways, if you review I will post more and write more.
Chapter 3
Unbroken
"Never Knew, I Could Feel Like This, Like I've Never Seen, The Sky Before, Want To Find It, Inside Your Kiss, Everyday, I Love You More And More, Listen To My Heart, Can You Hear It Sing, Telling Me To Give You, Everything, Seasons May Change, Winter To Spring, But I Love You, Until The End Of Time, Come What May, Come What May, I Will Love You, Until My Dying Day, Suddenly The World, Seems Such A Perfect Place, Suddenly Everthing Moves, With Such A Perfect Grace, Suddenly My Life, Doesn't Seem Such A Waste, And I Will Leave My Arms Around You, And There's No Mountain To High, No River To Wide, Sing Out This Song, And I'll Be There, By Your Side, Storm Clouds May Gather, And Stars May Collide, But I Love You, I Love You, Until The End, Until The End, Of Time, Come What May, Come What May, I Will Love You, Until My Dying Day, Oh Come What May, Come What May, I Will Love You, I Will Love You, Suddenly The World Seems, Such A Perfect Place, Come What May, Come What May, I Will Love You Until My Dying Day."
Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman - "Come What May"
Everything was so bright, and her head hurt like it had been split in two. Hermione tried to sit up, but everything began to spin and she fell back onto the pillows. This had to be one big nightmare.
"Hermione, love, I made you some tea," Draco said coming with a tray that held a teapot and a saucer.
"Idn watea. Whydoem mheaurt?" Hermione mumbled and Draco set the tray down on the bedside table.
"What was that," Draco asked leaning in closer to Hermione.
"I don't want tea and why does my head hurt," Hermione said more clearly and Draco nodded slowly and looked away from her.
Hermione noticed his reluctance to broach the subject of why she was lying in bed. She tried to lift her arm, but she found that it was very painful. She looked at her arm, and suddenly it hit her. Her arm was covered in bandages.
She had done something to herself. She didn't know what, or how, but the way Draco was acting tipped her off. Hermione screamed in frustration as she tried lifting her other arm and then her legs in turn.
They where all stiff and unco-oprative. Draco jumped slightly at Hermione's outburst. She began to kick her legs, and swing her arms, while angrily she cried and shouted.
Draco stood there undescided. Hermione was going to hurt herself, but it might be better if she worked out her anger now, instead of later, on someone. But as suddenly as she had begun to get voilent, Hermione stopped moving and pricked her ears for the sound she had heard.
Then it came again, Destinee was crying. Hermione's eyes widened and she pushed the covers off of herself and swung her legs off the bed. Draco just stared at her, but then he came back to his senses.
He swung Hermione's leg's back onto the bed, ignoring her protests, he tucked her in and went to go get Destinee a bottle. Hermione lay there listening as Destinee quieted down and she could hear Draco singing to her, the lullaby she usually sing to her.
Her eyes welled with tears and she wiped them away angrily. She was switching from emotion to emotion so fast she didn't know what to do at all. It was like being on a twisty highway and not having good breaks to slow you down.
Blaise pulled herself out of bed, mumbling and groaning, of course. She started to walk woodenly to the door, but suddenly an owl flew through the open window.
It landed in the same spot that Blaise had just been a minute ago and as Blaise stared at the owl, her face paled and she began to shake with fear. Because she recognized that owl.
There weren't many like it, it was a big barn owl, but unlike all other owls, it was devoid of coloring and instead of warm brown eyes, it had livid red eyes. Blaise screamed and ran out of the room and down the many flights of stairs.
But halfway down the second stair case she collided with Ron who had just walked out of his room and they tumbled ungracefully down the stairs, every stair accentuated with a curse, a wimper or a thump as they hit the stairs.
When they finally landed at the bottom, Blaise jumped to her feet and looked up the stairs with a strange expectancy. She had thought the owl would somehow follow her.
"Owww, that really hurt," Grumbled Ron, from where he lay on his back, on the floor
"I'm really sorry," Blaise intoned, helping him to his feet, where he stood slightly unbalanced.
"It's alright," Ron said as he turned crimson, as he was accustomed to do in Blaise's presence.
"I.... I... I was just scared," Blaise said bursting into tears.
Ron just stood there looking bewildered. He was no great shakes at comforting people, and he didn't want Blaise to think he was unsympathetic. He moved in slowly and touched her arm.
She threw her arms around him and cried onto his shoulder. Through the sobbing and sniffling, Ron deduced that Blaise had gotten an owl from Voldemort himself, and that, that is why she had ran into him on the stairs.
After a few minutes of Ron patting her back awkwardly Blaise let go of him and blew her nose on the sleeve of her robe. She didn't even glance at Ron as she ungracefully hobbled into the kitchen.
Molly Weasley was bustling around, stirring this and that. All the while a heavenly scent was wafting up from a large pot. Blaise plopped herself down on a chair and put her head down on the table.
Ron came in looking slighty maddening. His hair was out of place, sticking up at weird angles and he had the strangest expresion on his face, as if he had found some infinant wisdom.
Although Blaise wasn't looking at him, Mrs. Weasley did and she almost got smacked in the head with a sauce pan that was flying to the stove, it's contents almost spilling over.
"Ronald Weasley, what's the matter with you," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Nothing at all, mum," he mumbled and sat down beside Blaise.
"You two are acting so strangely," Mrs. Weasley said shaking her head.
"Can I kiss it better," Draco asked sweetly pulling one of Hermione's arms to him and raising it to his lips.
"It isn't going to make it better," Hermione said angrily snatching her hand out of his. They were sitting at their kitchen table and Hermioine was in a very bad mood indeed.
"Well you did it to yourself what do you expect," Draco said testily and he got up from the the table to grab the glass of milk he had, only moments before, neglected.
"I'm sorry," Hermione sobbed putting her head in her arms and crying loudly.
Draco swooped down on her, planting soft kisses all over her head. She whimpered and he cupped her chin in his hands and raised her face up until she was looking at him with bleary eyes.
"No, no. No crying today," Draco said a very worried look gracing his face, before it faded to a good natured one.
"We are going to the Magi Zoo today," He said pulling Hermione to her feet and grabbing their cloaks.
"Really," Hermione asked misrabley, wiping at her nose and eyes.
"Yep, it's going to be Destinee's first time at the zoo, so we have to bring a camera," Draco said handing off Hermione's cloak to her and letting go of her, he grabbed his magical camera.
"Alright," Hermione said weakly and she ambled off to get Destinee ready.
As soon as Hermione was out of the room, Draco hurried to the fridge. He threw open the door and pulled out the pot of ink, his quill and a letter he had been working on. He had stashed the lot in the refridgerator so Hermione couldn't find them.
He set the bottle of ink on the edge of the sink and hurriedly scrawled the last bit to his letter. It was to Dumbledore. He was very worried about Hermione and if anyone would know what to do it would be him.
Draco sealed the parchment and looking around nervously stuck it underneath the cookie jar. Then he grabbed the ink and quill and put them back into a drawer that held such writing things.
Draco wasn't to soon, just as he shut the drawer, Hermione walked out of the nursery. Destinee was dressed all in pink, which to Draco was the most revolting color, but Hermione insisted on it.
Hermione smiled slightly as she tightened Destinee's little pink bonnet. She stood up a bit straighter and straightening her own cloak, walked towards Draco. Draco who had forgotten his cloak for the moment, grabbed it off the chair he had thrown it on and swung it on to himself.
It was a strange silvery color that complimented his eyes, and as it would be their first "family" outing Draco wanted to look his best. He brushed at some imaginary dust nervousely and Hermione sensing his unease at her emotional state, grabbed his arm and squeezed it reashuringly.
"You didn't have to kiss it, Draco. Everything is better," Hermione said brightly.
Ginny smiled slightly as she helped arrange a small bouquet and handed it to Daisy. They were going over the few things that Draco and Hermione had planned already.
Daisy glared silently at the floor as she took the bouquet and set it in a small box that she had on a nearby table. She loved weddings, but they always were so stressful and she had, had another fight with Mrs. Granger just yesterday.
It had all started when Hermione came in the door. She was looking kind of peaky and she had on a nice long sleeved robe even though it was very warm that day. Draco was trailing along behind her holding their daughter and talking to her.
"Where are the sample colors for the brides maid's dresses," Hermione had snapped as she looked around the small oak table for any sign of what she was talking about.
"They are in the box," Diasy said stiffly pointing to a chair where a huge cardboard box sat.
"Well what are you waiting for? Fetch it here and let me see it," Hermione said snottily and Draco winced from behind her.
"Hermione, love, please sit down," Draco said trying to hand a smiling Destinee to her.
"No, Draco keep out of it," Hermione practically growled and Draco switched tactics immedaitly.
"Diasy, we had a bit of a long day, would you mind terribley if we met you say next week, maybe tuesday at three," Draco said hopefully and Daisy looked at him with a suprised look on her face.
"No, I am going into the Ministry to try for a job then. Either we meet now or we don't meet for a long time, and there is very little time until this wedding," Hermione said forcefully and both Draco and Daisy quailed under her look.
"Now get the sample and we can get down to bussiness," Hermione said trying to keep her voice from rising to much.
"Yes, Mrs. Granger," Daisy shrugged and grabbed out a few swatches of cloth, all in beautifully elegant designs.
"Well I'll just be outside. This doesn't seem like my kind of thing," Draco said abrubtly and he hurriedly opened the door and fled. But not before taking Destinee with him.
"Now Ginny expressed the wish that her brides maids wear alternating white and lavender. I shall be wear a dress that is to have both colors," Hermione said pulling out a sort of check list from her bag.
"Okay," Diasy said slowly nodding her head.
"My dress is to be this design, and here is the design for the rest of the bride's maids," Hermione said pulling out drawings from her bag.
Diasy said nothing as she studied the drawings. Hermione's dress was elegant and very nice, considering it was a drawing, of course. It was all white, but then it had tiny lavender beaded flowers sewed on, and there was a lavendar half skirt that was cut diagonally that fell to the floor. It had a rather plunging neckline, but still was very elegant.
Then she looked at the drawing for the rest of the bride's maids dresses. They all looked very nice, having spagetti straps and they where a rather slinky type of dress. Very sexy and beautiful. Daisy handed them back slowly still wondering over the dresses.
"Who drew the dresses," Daisy inquired.
"A friend of Ginny's. A girl named Luna Lovegood, she's one of the brides maids and a fair artist," Hermione said in a flat tone, she still didn't get on with Luna very much.
"A fair artist," Daisy said breathlessly," Those drawings are wonderful, she should really be a clothes designer."
Hermione stared at Daisy with an unpleasent look on her face, and using something her boyfriend did quite frequently, she yawned and looked bored with the conversation.
Daisy ignored Hermione's snotty attitude and grabbed up more drawings. Now that she was looking more closely, she noticed that everyone of the drawings was signed with a large L.L. at the bottom.
Daisy stared almost hungrily at the fanciful robes that Luna had drawn that would go over the dress, and then the mens costumes. Everything was so crisp and clean, and breathtakingly beautiful.
As Daisy pored over the drawings, Hermione ruffled through her enormous silk bag. She had table decorations for the reception, a few sample flowers, and packed underneath everything she had a miny model of the whole church.
She pulled it out with a satisfied smile and set it on the table with a quiet 'thump'. Daisy looked up and stared almost afraid, at the little church. Hermione clapped her hands and the walls fell away revealing a wholey decorated chapel, complete with dozens of miny pews.
"Uh hmm," Ginny prompted, bringing Daisy's thought's to a screeching halt.
"Did Hermione show you Luna's drawings?"
"Oh yes, they were wonderful. I expressed the thought that Luna is truly a brillaint artist," Daisy said brightly.
"Yes, she would love a compliment like that. Although she is a bit strange. Hermione didn't tell you exactly what Luna does, did she," Ginny asked smiling rather evilly at a stupified Daisy.
"No, although she become rather snippy when I suggested that fashion was the field for Luna, she never did correct me on what she really did do for a living," Daisy said skeptically.
"Oh, she is a children's author, she writes fanciful Witch tales of Snerky the Bat-Winged Beeloch," Ginny said giggling slightly.
"What's so funny," Daisy asked, not seeing the humor at all.
"Well you'd have to read one of her books to understand, and since we don't have that kind of time to waste, I would suggest you didn't," Ginny said ending the topic of conversation quickly.
"I can't wait to meet this Luna girl," Daisy said stubbornly.
"Hello, I am Luna Lovegood," Luna said in her dreamy voice.
"Hello, Luna. I am Daisy Murphy," Daisy said quite unnerved by the strange girl in front of her.
"You are the wedding planner," Luna stated.
"Yes, I am," Diasy said in a croaky voice.
The truth was, as much as Daisy admired her drawings, now that she had met Luna she was rather freaked out by her. Her hair was so fair and her eyes such a wide and frightening blue.
Luna twirled around in the dress that she was being fitted for. It was lavender and made her look even more strange, for some how her hair and eyes made her blend right into the fabric.
"Ron would like this dress," Luna said in a strange voice and she did a silly little dance, just so she could laugh at herself.
Daisy didn't really know what to make of Luna at all. Hermione said she had a strange attachment to Ron, (the brother of the bride and best friend of the groom, as she was told) although he had no idea about it.
Luna stopped whirling around and turned to face Diasy, her face now serious and her wide eyes sparkling with something, that Daisy could not name.
"I am going to Africa after the wedding to search for undiscovered species. Doesn't that sound wonderful," Luna said her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
"Yes, it does," Daisy said slowly.
Before Luna could say anything Ron Weasley and a girl with long black hair walked in. The girl was looking around in a rather bored fashion and Ron looked a bit flushed.
Daisy just stared at them. She had scheduled Ron at this time, but for some reason his appearence had suprised her. Remembering herself she rushed forward and shook his hand, while introducing herself.
Luna was just staring at the girl beside Ron with a look akin to dislike. She hopped off the little raised platform that was surrounded by mirrors and went back into the dressing room in huffy silence.
"Hello Daisy," Ron said easily as he walked a bit more into the room,"I'm Ron and this is Blaise Zambini."
Daisy turned her eyes towards the girl as Ron introduced them. The girl stopped looking at the ceiling, where there was a painting of an angel, and gazed at Daisy with indifference.
Daisy looked Blaise over quickly and grudgingly admitted to herself that the young woman was quite a beauty. She had such wide blue eyes, her hair had a silky texture to it and yet she was quite tall for a woman, standing maybe a good three inches taller than Daisy herself.
"Hello, Mrs. Murphy. I didn't want to disturb your work, but Ron dragged my along anyways. I am new to society, I guess, and he didn't want me to feel left out," Blaise said politely and she even smiled lightly at Daisy.
"Oh you wouldn't disturb my work at all. Don't worry! I wouldn't want you to be left out either. I could use another opinion on the fit of Ron's robes." Daisy said sweetly as she led Blaise over to a chair, as Ron grabbed the robes and headed into a dressing room.
Luna came out at that second and glancing at Blaise handed Diasy the dress and left. Blaise looked awkwardly at the door and shifted in her chair. The strange woman that had just left, made a chill run down her spine.
"Who was that," Blaise questioned Daisy.
"Oh, Luna Lovegood. She is one of the bride's maids," Daisy said not volunteering anymore information.
"Oh, she seemed a bit dotty," Blaise said rather stifly and Daisy laughed.
"Oh she is," Daisy said cheerfully and Blaise settled down in her chair and waited for Ron to come out. She didn't say anything out loud, but she was thinking that Luna had been jealous of her and Ron. Which was rather funny the more she thought about it.