A/N: It's taken me like three years to get motivated to do this again and
all I've written is this dinky little chapter. I am a failure at
fanfiction, I know.
DICLAIMER: I don't own any of it. At all.
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"Hermione? Hermione- wake up!"
Hermione tried to open her eyes, but fail miserably against the harsh sunlight that was above her. She opened them again, and was dimly aware that she definitely wasn't kissing Draco. She might as well have been; he was leaning so close over her to try and wake her up. "Wha-what happened?" she mumbled to Draco. He smirked.
"Well, when we were running out of the museum, you tripped on your Jim Chewys, or whatever. The only damage was to your shoes, I think." She groaned. Those were her best pair of shoes, and not to mention her most expensive.
She tried to sit up, as she was making quite a scene lying in the middle of the street. Draco helped her up, but she groaned again as an overwhelming pain rushed to her head. "Let's get you back to the hotel--you can lie down and get some rest." Draco said as they started to make their way back to the hotel.
As soon as she reached her room she thanked Draco and made her way inside. She barely made it to the bed before collapsing into a heap of tiredness.
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After Draco dropped Hermione off at her door he made his way down the hall to his own room. He ran over the events of the day in his mind. He had acted very out of context this afternoon, in the museum. It wasn't like him to make a fool of himself in large public places. But he really hadn't been thinking about acting like a fool. He was trying to make Hermione laugh— a thing he himself didn't do to often. She had a great smile and he'd wanted her to do it as much as possible around him.
He shook his blonde head, What would his father think? Spending the day with a mudblood, and enjoying it nonetheless!
But he didn't have to think of what his father would have thought, because when he whispered the password to his room and opened the door, Lucius Malfoy was sitting in an armchair by his bed. "F-Father? I thought you were at a meeting in" "It ended early, so I thought I would come to Italy and check on my one and only son. Imagine my surprise when I discover he is with a girl. Not just any girl, but a MUDBLOOD no less."
"Father, I-"Draco interjected. "DO NOT INTERUPT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU BOY!" His father roared. He returned to speaking calmly but sternly. "When I returned to your rooms, I sat and thought 'What shall I do with him? He has obviously betrayed myself and the Dark Lord.' But failure is not an option in this family. Therefore, I have decided to take matters into my own hands, seeing as you are unable to follow my orders on your own." "Father-""SILENCE BOY!" Lucius drew out his cane and released his wand from it.
"IMPERIO!"
DICLAIMER: I don't own any of it. At all.
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"Hermione? Hermione- wake up!"
Hermione tried to open her eyes, but fail miserably against the harsh sunlight that was above her. She opened them again, and was dimly aware that she definitely wasn't kissing Draco. She might as well have been; he was leaning so close over her to try and wake her up. "Wha-what happened?" she mumbled to Draco. He smirked.
"Well, when we were running out of the museum, you tripped on your Jim Chewys, or whatever. The only damage was to your shoes, I think." She groaned. Those were her best pair of shoes, and not to mention her most expensive.
She tried to sit up, as she was making quite a scene lying in the middle of the street. Draco helped her up, but she groaned again as an overwhelming pain rushed to her head. "Let's get you back to the hotel--you can lie down and get some rest." Draco said as they started to make their way back to the hotel.
As soon as she reached her room she thanked Draco and made her way inside. She barely made it to the bed before collapsing into a heap of tiredness.
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After Draco dropped Hermione off at her door he made his way down the hall to his own room. He ran over the events of the day in his mind. He had acted very out of context this afternoon, in the museum. It wasn't like him to make a fool of himself in large public places. But he really hadn't been thinking about acting like a fool. He was trying to make Hermione laugh— a thing he himself didn't do to often. She had a great smile and he'd wanted her to do it as much as possible around him.
He shook his blonde head, What would his father think? Spending the day with a mudblood, and enjoying it nonetheless!
But he didn't have to think of what his father would have thought, because when he whispered the password to his room and opened the door, Lucius Malfoy was sitting in an armchair by his bed. "F-Father? I thought you were at a meeting in" "It ended early, so I thought I would come to Italy and check on my one and only son. Imagine my surprise when I discover he is with a girl. Not just any girl, but a MUDBLOOD no less."
"Father, I-"Draco interjected. "DO NOT INTERUPT ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING TO YOU BOY!" His father roared. He returned to speaking calmly but sternly. "When I returned to your rooms, I sat and thought 'What shall I do with him? He has obviously betrayed myself and the Dark Lord.' But failure is not an option in this family. Therefore, I have decided to take matters into my own hands, seeing as you are unable to follow my orders on your own." "Father-""SILENCE BOY!" Lucius drew out his cane and released his wand from it.
"IMPERIO!"