Hermione and Draco apparated to the Malfoy Manor, the place was
overwhelming. There was a white gate, and it had the Malfoy signature on
it. The whole manor was surrounded by an 8 foot tall white brick fence.
They walked up to the gate, and mumbled something Hermione quite couldn't hear. The gate swung open missing Hermione and Draco by a few inches.
Hermione looked around the manor before stepping inside. There was a patch of trees over to left, and a barn near it. The house was straight in front of her. It was a dark colored red brick. It looked as if it had been there for centuries, and it probably had.
"Come on Bailey! I am not standing outside all day!" grumbled Draco.
"Alright I am coming. You did say your parents weren't home right?"
"Ya, why?
"Well I just didn't want to have to go through the mess of explaining who I am to them! One Malfoy is hard enough to convenience!"
Draco glared, but didn't say anything he just kept on walking. Hermione slowed down a bit, and let Draco get ahead. She waited until he was far ahead enough, and then she took off run, and jumped straight onto Draco's back.
Hermione was luckily Draco didn't drop her. Instead he grabbed onto her, and started spinning. "Oh I see how it is Maya. Well let the games begin!" he said smirking.
After spinning for about 30 sec Hermione was ready to give in. "Ok! Ok! I give in! Just stop before you make me sick!" she called out not sounding so good. He stopped at once. "Can you walk?" he asked.
"Urm, I don't think so. Since, I see five of you."
"Okay, fine just stay on my back, and I'll walk you up to the house"
"Thanks!"
They reached the house in no time. Hermione wanted to get a good look at the house, but Draco wouldn't let her. He rushed her up to a flight of stairs and turned to the right, and took her into a room.
There was a queen size bed, a desk, a dresser, and door to some place Hermione guessed a bathroom. He took over to the bed, and placed her on it. He walked over to the wall where there was a little button.
He pushed it, and a small little house elf come out from behind the wall. "Yes, Master Malfoy. What can Hazel get for u, sir?" said the house elf sounding a little bit nervous. "Yes could you please get Miss Bailey a glass of water?" he said sounding annoyed.
Hermione had long ago gotten over her S.P.E.W. thing years ago. Draco turned back to Hermione. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to make you sick! Got too carried away I guess."
"Yes, I am fine. I guess it's partly my fault. Since I jumped on your back, and all!"
The house elf came back with a glass of water. Hermione took it, and thanked the house elf. She took a big gulp of it, and felt better. Hermione leaned back on the bed.
It was soft but yet firm the kind she liked. It was exactly like the bed she had at her house. Draco pulled the chair from the desk over next to bed, and sat down at it.
"Draco why are you being so nice, and helping me out?" Hermione asked quietly. He sighed. He knew she would ask this question, but he didn't know what to tell her because he didn't know the answer himself.
"Honestly I don't know why, but you asked me too help, and I will!" he said almost audible, but Hermione heard it. She sat up and looked at him. She slowly got up, and walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" she said as she was blushing. Draco just nodded his head. Scared what he might say because he was also blushing, but Hermione didn't notice.
Draco leaned back in his chair, and sighed. "Your father was a great man. He made sure you and your mother had anything and everything you wanted or needed. He wasn't technically wasn't against Voldermort, but then again he wasn't a Death Eater either. He would help out at time, but would never play a big role. He would sometimes come to the parties that the Death Eaters had. Voldermort thought much of your father. If you father wanted to be he could be Voldermort's second in command, but Voldermort also knew that your father could just as strong and powerful as he was and maybe more. Voldermort was always scared that your father might some how turn against, and people would follow you father instead of him, but Voldermort never acted on this. He wasn't the reason your father was killed, but he actions with the Death Eaters and such did. The Ministry thought that your father was very much an active Death Eater, and the Baileys were very much well known for their power and abilities. Most feared them, and some wanted to be them. The Malfoys and the Baileys were very good friends. Actually you and I use to play together, well sort. You would always get made at me, and blow something up, and I would get in trouble, but anyways back to the point. I don't know much about the killing of your mother and father, but I will tell you all I know. It was late night, and two day before a Death Eaters meeting. Your parents were at home when the Ministry came in. They said they were taking him in for questioning. He asked them for what, and they killed him. Then they found your mother, and did the same. I have a feeling you were suppose to be killed to, but Snape was there visiting you mother. He grabbed you, and apparated out the house, and over here. My mother watched you for a few days, and then Snape took you to a muggle adoption center," he said all this quietly but loud enough for Hermione to here.
Hermione rolled completely onto the bed, and curled into a ball and began to cry. Her parents had been killed for no reason. They hadn't done anything. She hadn't done anything and her whole life had been taken from her.
Draco didn't know what to do. He got up and climbed on the bed, and put his up against the wall. He slowly pulled her up to him. She curled into his chest, and kept crying. He was pretty sure that she was finally letting all those feelings she had about the whole thing come out.
He was glad that he was there helping her through this. After about 15 minutes she stopped crying. Draco felt her tense up, and become stiff. "What's wrong?" he whispered. All he heard was something like the Weasleys are going to pay.
Author's Note: *Ducks under desk* Okay! I am sorry I know I haven't updated well in about a week, but school tends to get in the way a lot. Being a freshman in high school is not easy, and defiantly not in a prep school. I have a question for you readers. What do you want me to call Hermione: Hermione and Maya (on/off type thing), Just Maya, or Just Hermione. You can send me an e-mail with the answers or just write it in review. Thanks for all the reviews. I am glad you like the story. My first I did under a different pin name no on liked. So go figure!
Poem:
Someone holds the secret of my past, of my future
Someone knows my truths and my lies
I don't' know who that person is
They may live up in the mountains of Elkins
Or in the cold winter of Ohio
But whoever this person is they know me
More so I know myself
They walked up to the gate, and mumbled something Hermione quite couldn't hear. The gate swung open missing Hermione and Draco by a few inches.
Hermione looked around the manor before stepping inside. There was a patch of trees over to left, and a barn near it. The house was straight in front of her. It was a dark colored red brick. It looked as if it had been there for centuries, and it probably had.
"Come on Bailey! I am not standing outside all day!" grumbled Draco.
"Alright I am coming. You did say your parents weren't home right?"
"Ya, why?
"Well I just didn't want to have to go through the mess of explaining who I am to them! One Malfoy is hard enough to convenience!"
Draco glared, but didn't say anything he just kept on walking. Hermione slowed down a bit, and let Draco get ahead. She waited until he was far ahead enough, and then she took off run, and jumped straight onto Draco's back.
Hermione was luckily Draco didn't drop her. Instead he grabbed onto her, and started spinning. "Oh I see how it is Maya. Well let the games begin!" he said smirking.
After spinning for about 30 sec Hermione was ready to give in. "Ok! Ok! I give in! Just stop before you make me sick!" she called out not sounding so good. He stopped at once. "Can you walk?" he asked.
"Urm, I don't think so. Since, I see five of you."
"Okay, fine just stay on my back, and I'll walk you up to the house"
"Thanks!"
They reached the house in no time. Hermione wanted to get a good look at the house, but Draco wouldn't let her. He rushed her up to a flight of stairs and turned to the right, and took her into a room.
There was a queen size bed, a desk, a dresser, and door to some place Hermione guessed a bathroom. He took over to the bed, and placed her on it. He walked over to the wall where there was a little button.
He pushed it, and a small little house elf come out from behind the wall. "Yes, Master Malfoy. What can Hazel get for u, sir?" said the house elf sounding a little bit nervous. "Yes could you please get Miss Bailey a glass of water?" he said sounding annoyed.
Hermione had long ago gotten over her S.P.E.W. thing years ago. Draco turned back to Hermione. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to make you sick! Got too carried away I guess."
"Yes, I am fine. I guess it's partly my fault. Since I jumped on your back, and all!"
The house elf came back with a glass of water. Hermione took it, and thanked the house elf. She took a big gulp of it, and felt better. Hermione leaned back on the bed.
It was soft but yet firm the kind she liked. It was exactly like the bed she had at her house. Draco pulled the chair from the desk over next to bed, and sat down at it.
"Draco why are you being so nice, and helping me out?" Hermione asked quietly. He sighed. He knew she would ask this question, but he didn't know what to tell her because he didn't know the answer himself.
"Honestly I don't know why, but you asked me too help, and I will!" he said almost audible, but Hermione heard it. She sat up and looked at him. She slowly got up, and walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" she said as she was blushing. Draco just nodded his head. Scared what he might say because he was also blushing, but Hermione didn't notice.
Draco leaned back in his chair, and sighed. "Your father was a great man. He made sure you and your mother had anything and everything you wanted or needed. He wasn't technically wasn't against Voldermort, but then again he wasn't a Death Eater either. He would help out at time, but would never play a big role. He would sometimes come to the parties that the Death Eaters had. Voldermort thought much of your father. If you father wanted to be he could be Voldermort's second in command, but Voldermort also knew that your father could just as strong and powerful as he was and maybe more. Voldermort was always scared that your father might some how turn against, and people would follow you father instead of him, but Voldermort never acted on this. He wasn't the reason your father was killed, but he actions with the Death Eaters and such did. The Ministry thought that your father was very much an active Death Eater, and the Baileys were very much well known for their power and abilities. Most feared them, and some wanted to be them. The Malfoys and the Baileys were very good friends. Actually you and I use to play together, well sort. You would always get made at me, and blow something up, and I would get in trouble, but anyways back to the point. I don't know much about the killing of your mother and father, but I will tell you all I know. It was late night, and two day before a Death Eaters meeting. Your parents were at home when the Ministry came in. They said they were taking him in for questioning. He asked them for what, and they killed him. Then they found your mother, and did the same. I have a feeling you were suppose to be killed to, but Snape was there visiting you mother. He grabbed you, and apparated out the house, and over here. My mother watched you for a few days, and then Snape took you to a muggle adoption center," he said all this quietly but loud enough for Hermione to here.
Hermione rolled completely onto the bed, and curled into a ball and began to cry. Her parents had been killed for no reason. They hadn't done anything. She hadn't done anything and her whole life had been taken from her.
Draco didn't know what to do. He got up and climbed on the bed, and put his up against the wall. He slowly pulled her up to him. She curled into his chest, and kept crying. He was pretty sure that she was finally letting all those feelings she had about the whole thing come out.
He was glad that he was there helping her through this. After about 15 minutes she stopped crying. Draco felt her tense up, and become stiff. "What's wrong?" he whispered. All he heard was something like the Weasleys are going to pay.
Author's Note: *Ducks under desk* Okay! I am sorry I know I haven't updated well in about a week, but school tends to get in the way a lot. Being a freshman in high school is not easy, and defiantly not in a prep school. I have a question for you readers. What do you want me to call Hermione: Hermione and Maya (on/off type thing), Just Maya, or Just Hermione. You can send me an e-mail with the answers or just write it in review. Thanks for all the reviews. I am glad you like the story. My first I did under a different pin name no on liked. So go figure!
Poem:
Someone holds the secret of my past, of my future
Someone knows my truths and my lies
I don't' know who that person is
They may live up in the mountains of Elkins
Or in the cold winter of Ohio
But whoever this person is they know me
More so I know myself