A Place For Me by FleetwoodStar
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Chapter 2:
"Wake up, Hon! Up, up, up! Today is the big day!!!" bubbled Hermione's mother.
"Ughhhhhhhhhh...five more minutes, Mom..." groaned Hermione.
"Come on...they'll be here any second!" Her mother reached up and began tickling Hermione's feet.
"I'm UP, I'm UP! Geez!" and the grouchy morning Hermione trudged into the bathroom to brush. When she arrived downstairs, her mother was bustling around the kitchen, straightening this, fixing that, slicing fruit for the potential "room renters", and organizing the pantry. Hermione didn't know how her mother managed without magic. Hermione grabbed herself a bowl and some cereal and she was just finishing her breakfast when the doorbell rang
"Ahhhhhh! It's them!" shrieked Mrs. Granger. "How do I look?" But without waiting for an answer, she hurried off to the front room to answer the door. Hermione sighed at her mother's anxiety. She sipped up her milk and heard her mom speaking in the very fakey, business-like tone of voice to the guests. She put her bowl in the sink and walked towards the front room, stopping by the mirror on the way to see how she looked. But when she entered the front room where the guests were sitting, she got the shock of her life. For there, in her living room, on the sofa, accompanied by his mother, was Draco Malfoy. "Granger?"
Draco scowled as a house elf shook him awake. 'Ugh! What time is it? O geez! We have to go look at stupid rental rooms today.' He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Draco, are you up?" Narcissa shouted from downstairs.
"Yes, mum," a groggy Draco replied.
"Well get ready quickly. We need to leave soon." So Draco rose and went to the bathroom to get ready. When he went downstairs, Narcissa was sitting alone at the dining table, gazing sadly at the seat where her late husband sat. She didn't notice Draco staring at her as she wiped away a tear. Though Lucius was a cruel man, his home life was very different from his "career" as a Death Eater. He was a good father, a good husband, and he did not beat his wife or child. Draco waited a minute before entering the dining room, so that his mother could pull herself together. They were both grieving, but neither wanted to admit it. He sat down next to her, and was promptly served breakfast by the same house elf who had woken him up. They ate in silence, aware of the tension hanging in the air – Lucius's death. They apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, and decided to take a taxi to the address of the rental room. Draco was dreading this mixing with the Muggle world, but he knew it had to be done, for the protection of the Malfoy fortune. The taxi slowed to a stop in front of an average sized house. 'Nothing compared to the Manor,' thought Draco as he stepped out and opened the door for his mother. They walked up the stone path and rang the doorbell. They were about to ring again when a flustered but smiling lady welcomed them inside. They were led into a brightly decorated living room, unlike any room in the manor. Draco and his mother took a seat on a sofa and were speaking casually to the lady who owned the house. And then, he got the shock of his life. For there, standing in the doorway to the living room, daughter of the home owner, was Hermione Granger.
"Granger?"
A/N: O.K... pretty predictable, I kno...it will get better though...and I was wondering if somebody could tell me how to format and stuff....cuz I CAN'T!!! heehhe....ok...review....u kno the deal....yea....much love.... --FWS