A/N: Looks around, doesn't see anyone Yep, It's been a looong time.
Really, Really sorry about that. But I'm updating now, aren't I? smiles
sheepishly Well, its summer, so I have oodles of time on my hands....so
maybe I'll start writing more often. But I still can't see where this story
if going...help would be great! waves white flag
But I DID see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.....I was kinda disappointed, I know they had to cut scenes out to make it shorter for the theatre, but I would've sat through the movie even if it took five hours!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Draco, Hermione, or Lucius...or any of the rest of this crap....
Hermione woke from her little nap refreshed and quite hungry. She stretched and yawed, then checked her watch. 10:12 PM. 'I think the hotel restaurant is still open.....' she thought.
Hermione went to her dresser and changed into a pair of sweats, a Mickey Mouse t-shirt (Her parents had took her when she was ten, amazingly, the shirt still fit.), and a pair of flip-flops. She headed to the bathroom to try and wrangle her hair into a ponytail. She turned towards the mirror and gasped. There was a large bruise just above her right eye where she had fallen that afternoon.
Since it was summer and she wasn't able to use magic, Hermione quickly grabbed her concealer and started to put it on the bruise. She gave up after about five minutes, hoping that not many people would be wandering the hotel this late.
She walked up to the desk at the restaurant and ordered a burger, fries, and a butterbeer. Not two minutes after she had ordered, a waitress came out with her to-go box. She paid and walked out into the lobby. She started climbing the stairs but stopped when she saw a flash of blonde hair. "Dra- ". The person she thought was Draco turned around, and she quickly realized that she had made a big mistake.
Lucius Malfoy sneered at her. Hermione wanted to laugh, the classic Malfoy sneer. She felt a sudden rush of bravery and before she had time to even think about it, she had stuck her tongue out at one of the most notorious Death Eaters. Lucius looked shocked for a moment, then gave Hermione a cold, hard glare before walking quickly to the hotel exit. Obviously Malfoy the Elder was not as amused as Draco had been.
Draco remained standing until his father had left the room. Little did his father know that after years of the Imperious Curse, Draco had been able to resist it. Luckily his father was too stupid to notice.
Draco rubbed his face. It had been a long day, and a good one until just a few minutes ago. He decided sleep was his best option and he dressed into pajamas and lay down and drifted into dreams.
Draco woke to loud music. Very loud music. He wondered why nobody complained about it to the front desk. He groaned and proceeded to shower and dress. He walked out into the hall. The music was still blaring, and Draco would've bet ten Galleons on whose room it was coming from. When he reached Hermione's room, he put his ear up to the door and listened. She was obviously singing along with the music, and, to be honest, she was no Weird Sister. He continued to listen and chuckle at her. Suddenly the music stopped and the door was yanked open. Since he had been leaning on the door, he started to stumble. He couldn't regain his balance and ultimately fell onto the plush carpet.
Hermione smirked. "Too bad the floor isn't hardwood; we could've had matching bruises." Draco stood quickly and brushed himself off. He turned to Hermione and started to smile. He winced, going directly against the Imperius curse was still hard. Hermione's eyebrow rose, she thought he was wincing in pain. "Did wittle Dwaco get a carpet burn?" Draco nodded, passing on the idea to tell her about his father. Hermione sighed.
"Weelll, I was going to go to your room to bug you, but apparently you came here first. Well, you might as well come in, you big wuss!" Hermione ushered him into her room. He looked around. It was kinda the same as his, except more.....Gryffindor-ish. He turned his attention back to Hermione, who was rummaging around in a drawer.
"Aha! Found them." Draco looked skeptically at the pack of cards in her hand. "Tarot cards? I always heard that you thought divination was bull."
"It is, but Tarot cards are just for fun. Now, get on the bed." Draco eyes wided at her boldness. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?" Hermione rolled her eyes andsat cross-legged on the bed. "Sit. On. The. Bed. Now." Draco chuckled nervously and imitated the way she was sitting. Hermione handed the cards to him. "Shuffle these, then break them into three piles. "Draco did as she said. Hermione flipped the first one over, and after looking at it, made and agreeing noise. Draco's curiosity got the best of him. "Well?" He gave her a questioning look. Hermione explained. "This first card represents your past. It's the Devil card. It means you had a desire for material things, had a problem with self-obsession , and felt oppressed and frustrated. Pretty much your past, huh?" Draco nodded, curious to see the other to cards.
Hermione flipped over the second one. "The Hanged Man. Switching, Flexibility of the mind, and willingness to adapt to changes." Hermione gave him a meaningful look. "That one sort of speaks for itself." Draco looked Hermione straight in the eyes, but a rush pain hit him, and he winced once again. Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Are you okay?" Draco felt defeated. He would have to tell her. He couldn't keep wincing whenever he looked at her or talked to her.
"Hermione, my father, he................"
But I DID see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.....I was kinda disappointed, I know they had to cut scenes out to make it shorter for the theatre, but I would've sat through the movie even if it took five hours!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Draco, Hermione, or Lucius...or any of the rest of this crap....
Hermione woke from her little nap refreshed and quite hungry. She stretched and yawed, then checked her watch. 10:12 PM. 'I think the hotel restaurant is still open.....' she thought.
Hermione went to her dresser and changed into a pair of sweats, a Mickey Mouse t-shirt (Her parents had took her when she was ten, amazingly, the shirt still fit.), and a pair of flip-flops. She headed to the bathroom to try and wrangle her hair into a ponytail. She turned towards the mirror and gasped. There was a large bruise just above her right eye where she had fallen that afternoon.
Since it was summer and she wasn't able to use magic, Hermione quickly grabbed her concealer and started to put it on the bruise. She gave up after about five minutes, hoping that not many people would be wandering the hotel this late.
She walked up to the desk at the restaurant and ordered a burger, fries, and a butterbeer. Not two minutes after she had ordered, a waitress came out with her to-go box. She paid and walked out into the lobby. She started climbing the stairs but stopped when she saw a flash of blonde hair. "Dra- ". The person she thought was Draco turned around, and she quickly realized that she had made a big mistake.
Lucius Malfoy sneered at her. Hermione wanted to laugh, the classic Malfoy sneer. She felt a sudden rush of bravery and before she had time to even think about it, she had stuck her tongue out at one of the most notorious Death Eaters. Lucius looked shocked for a moment, then gave Hermione a cold, hard glare before walking quickly to the hotel exit. Obviously Malfoy the Elder was not as amused as Draco had been.
Draco remained standing until his father had left the room. Little did his father know that after years of the Imperious Curse, Draco had been able to resist it. Luckily his father was too stupid to notice.
Draco rubbed his face. It had been a long day, and a good one until just a few minutes ago. He decided sleep was his best option and he dressed into pajamas and lay down and drifted into dreams.
Draco woke to loud music. Very loud music. He wondered why nobody complained about it to the front desk. He groaned and proceeded to shower and dress. He walked out into the hall. The music was still blaring, and Draco would've bet ten Galleons on whose room it was coming from. When he reached Hermione's room, he put his ear up to the door and listened. She was obviously singing along with the music, and, to be honest, she was no Weird Sister. He continued to listen and chuckle at her. Suddenly the music stopped and the door was yanked open. Since he had been leaning on the door, he started to stumble. He couldn't regain his balance and ultimately fell onto the plush carpet.
Hermione smirked. "Too bad the floor isn't hardwood; we could've had matching bruises." Draco stood quickly and brushed himself off. He turned to Hermione and started to smile. He winced, going directly against the Imperius curse was still hard. Hermione's eyebrow rose, she thought he was wincing in pain. "Did wittle Dwaco get a carpet burn?" Draco nodded, passing on the idea to tell her about his father. Hermione sighed.
"Weelll, I was going to go to your room to bug you, but apparently you came here first. Well, you might as well come in, you big wuss!" Hermione ushered him into her room. He looked around. It was kinda the same as his, except more.....Gryffindor-ish. He turned his attention back to Hermione, who was rummaging around in a drawer.
"Aha! Found them." Draco looked skeptically at the pack of cards in her hand. "Tarot cards? I always heard that you thought divination was bull."
"It is, but Tarot cards are just for fun. Now, get on the bed." Draco eyes wided at her boldness. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?" Hermione rolled her eyes andsat cross-legged on the bed. "Sit. On. The. Bed. Now." Draco chuckled nervously and imitated the way she was sitting. Hermione handed the cards to him. "Shuffle these, then break them into three piles. "Draco did as she said. Hermione flipped the first one over, and after looking at it, made and agreeing noise. Draco's curiosity got the best of him. "Well?" He gave her a questioning look. Hermione explained. "This first card represents your past. It's the Devil card. It means you had a desire for material things, had a problem with self-obsession , and felt oppressed and frustrated. Pretty much your past, huh?" Draco nodded, curious to see the other to cards.
Hermione flipped over the second one. "The Hanged Man. Switching, Flexibility of the mind, and willingness to adapt to changes." Hermione gave him a meaningful look. "That one sort of speaks for itself." Draco looked Hermione straight in the eyes, but a rush pain hit him, and he winced once again. Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Are you okay?" Draco felt defeated. He would have to tell her. He couldn't keep wincing whenever he looked at her or talked to her.
"Hermione, my father, he................"