A/N: sorry its been awhile since I last posted anything...been busy w/stuff. And getting slightly discouraged by the lack of reviews, so if u read this, review, please!! I'll take good, bad - WHATEVER! So feel free to criticize me, but be nice. Okies...in the last chapter, I wrote "Cassie is no more dead than you or I..." and it's supposed to be "Lyra is no more dead than you or I..." thx to whoever it was who pointed that out...I cant remember. But thx. And here's chapter 6!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, any characters I make up and my own twisted ideas. But I wouldn't mind too much if Draco belonged to me. Ah well, I'd have to buy out a lot of franchises before that would happen and I'm broke. So yea...no Draco. :[
The One I'll Always Love Chapter Six - Vacation Romance
The Grangers plus one Malfoy reached the Granger household soon after departing from Kings Cross. Hermione, who usually wished the ride back and forth from the train station was a little longer, was glad that it went quick. She needed to talk to Draco. He had so much to learn about life as a muggle. And then there were her friends. While a few of the wizard or witch friends she made in her neighborhood would probably not recognize the younger Malfoy, most would have heard of his father. They needed to see Draco the way she did now, not the way her friends at school so often did. Then, Hermione had a brilliant idea. Tomorrow, after the funeral for Draco's mother, she would call everyone up and have them all meet the pale boy she had become so infatuated with. Draco saw the smirk across her face and learned over to whisper, "What, may I ask is so funny?" Hermione just shook her head and tried to suppress her widening smile. She couldn't wait till tomorrow.
The next morning...
Hermione, dressed in a short yet fairly modest black dress, held onto Draco's hand as the walked into the tiny chapel near Malfoy Manor where the funeral service for Narcissa Black Malfoy would be held. Draco bit his lip and hoped that the tears threatening to fall would wait until no one, or at the most just Hermione, was around. A single tear ran down his pale cheek. Hoping no one had noticed the tiny water droplet, he raised a gloved hand to wipe away the offending teardrop, but was stopped by a small hand. Startled, he looked at Hermione's own teary eyes and dropped his hand to his side. Hermione beckoned for him to lean over so she could whisper something in his ear. "It's ok to cry. She was your mother. No one will ever be able to replace her. Trust me. No one will think any less of you for shedding a few tears at your mother's funeral." Draco nodded solemnly. Then without warning, he placed his head on his girlfriend's shoulder and started to quietly weep. Hermione awkwardly patted his back. 'Poor Draco. How can I console him and really put any true compassion into my words? My own mother is waiting for us in the car outside of town with my father. I've never lost anyone as close to me as his mom obviously was to him.' Hermione wrapped her arms around her sobbing boyfriend's shoulders and just held him. The actual service was short, sweet and to the point. Lucius hadn't even shown up. After the service, Professor Dumbledore walked up to her and the grieving boy. "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I came over to, firstly, extend my deepest sympathies to young Mr. Malfoy. I too lost my mother at a young age. And secondly, Ms. Granger, Draco's belongings are at your house. I admit I had to put an enlargement charm on the guest bedroom. Draco here plays more than one large instrument that simply would not fit anywhere else. The outside will look the same, but the inside has roughly tripled in size. Again, my deepest sympathies Draco. Good day to you both." Then, with a 'pop!' the headmaster was gone. Hermione and Draco walked slowly out to the Grangers' car, neither saying a word to each other or anyone else.
15 minutes later...
Hermione and Draco got out of the car and went up to see the newly improved guest room. "My god! This must be as big as your room at home!" Hermione gasped when the walked into the huge room. "To be honest, this is bigger. Usually the piano is in the front hall. But as Mother and I were the only ones in the house who ever played it, Father must have simply decided its mine." Hermione looked around the room to see what else she could learn about Draco through its contents. "A violin, a guitar, a piano, what other instruments do you play?" "Actually, just those three. However, I also have a unused drum set and a double bass that used to belong to my grandfather. But, as I said, I only play the piano, violin and guitar." Hermione whistled in appreciation. She took a tentative step inside the large room. She walked over to where Draco stood gazing out the window. "Draco?" "Mm? O, sorry. Zoned out there. What's up?" Draco put on a big smile the didn't reach to his eyes. Hermione reached up and placed her hand on her boyfriend's pale cheek. "I know what will cheer you up." She started. "I'm gonna call my friends right now. We'll all get together and throw a big party. They'll love you. Well, not the guys, but the girls." Draco raised one blonde eyebrow in Hermione's direction. "How is hanging out with a bunch of muggles I have never met in my life going to make me feel better?" "Draco, you silly, they're witches and wizards. I've met them over different summers and stuff. Turns out most of them live within minutes of here. And Jena actually has access to this awesome summer house. So we usually go there and stuff. I'll go call her now." Hermione raced out of the room, more excited about talking to Jena and the rest as each second passed. Draco shook his head as a small half grin spread out on his face as his girlfriend ran out of the room excitedly. Then he turned back towards the window as a single silvery tear ran down his pale cheek.
15 minutes later...
"Yes Jena, he's hott as hell. No, you can't have him. He's mine. You have Logan you silly thing. So, can we have a party at your place?" Hermione had been talking to Jennifer Chapman for the past 15 minutes about Draco. All she could get from Jena were questions about her new boyfriend. Hermione paused as Jena babbled about something else that had happened to her over the past year. "Jena, you know as well as I do that we'll talk about all of this again in the near future. So can we please talk about having a party at your parents' summer home? It's just the Draco has been having the worst of luck lately and I want to cheer him up and see you guys at the same time. Please?" Jena ranted for a minute longer about how rude interrupting was before she agreed to ask her parents about using the summer home. Hermione hung up the phone and sighed happily as she turned her thoughts back towards Draco. He was amazing. She had no idea how she ever could have thought her life as 'good' before he showed up. "Rrrrrriinnnggggg! Rrrrrriinnnggggg!" Hermione jumped as her phone rang loudly. She picked up the receiver. "Hello? O! Jena! Well, what did your parents say?" Hermione waited rather impatiently as her friend talked about how she had asked her mom and everything before- "Jena, was it a yes or a no? Yea, I know I'm a rude, selfish bitch. Just answer." Hermione laughed as Jena confirmed Hermione's self proclaimed bitch title. Then- "You're serious? Your parents said yes? Ohmigod! That is AWESOME! Lemme go tell Draco. Talk to ya later Jen. Love yas!" Hermione raced back to Draco's room. She saw her boyfriend stretched out on his king size bed. She grinned mischievously before pouncing. "Gah! Hermione! I was almost asleep!" Draco glared half-heartedly as Hermione grinned. "They said yes! We can have a party at Jena's parents' summer home! She's calling the rest of the girls and telling them to call their boyfriends. It's gonna be a costume party and the girls are shopping together and the boys are. Logan, Tony, John, and Derek will be here tomorrow to meet you and take you out to get a costume!" Draco stared at her open-mouthed. "Whoa, slow down. OK, we get to have a party at Julie's cousin's summer house?" "Julie? Who the hell is Julie? I said Jena's parents', not Julie's cousin's. Silly. And it will be a costume party." "OK, got that. Jena's parents, costume party. And what's this about me having to go shopping? And who on earth are Luke, Tommy, Joe and Darren?" Hermione burst out laughing when Draco finished. As soon as her giggles had subsided, she corrected Draco. "Logan, not Luke. Tony, not Tommy. John, not Joe. And Derek, not Darren. And they are really close friends of mine and boyfriends of my best friends outside of school. And they're really protective of me. So if you can't get past them, you aren't right for me." Draco shook his head. "Herm, why'd ya go and do this to me? I love and all, but seriously. Don't forget, your happiness is not equaled in me right now. My mother just died, remember? We just went to the funeral earlier today? Ring any bells?" Hermione gasped. Draco was right. "Ohmigod. I'm so sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better. And I swear, the gang will LOVE you." Draco smiled sadly before grabbing Hermione around the waist and dragging her down onto the bed next to him. She squealed in delight as he commenced to tickling her mercilessly. She reached out and grabbed his ears and drew his face closer to hers. Draco, understanding her 100%, leaned closer. Their lips hit with such passion it was like they thought it would be their last kiss.
A few minutes later...
Hermione stumbled out of Draco's dark room with her hair tangled and her clothes disheveled. She walked into her room to get her pajamas and head to the bathroom for her shower. Then she heard a slight taping on her window. She whirled around to face her large window overlooking the street below and saw none other than Pigwidgeon, Ron's teensy little owl. Hermione dropped her stuff and ran to the window. "Pigwidgeon? What are you doing here?" The little owl hooted in delight and pride that it had delivered its letter. Hermione untied the letter from Pig's leg and sent Pig back out the window to Ron and the Burrow. She opened the letter with shaking hands. 'What could Ron be writing to me about? We've only been on vacation for a day now.' Hermione gasped as she read the letter. It read-
'Dear Hermione, Harry is on a warpath. He saw Malfoy leave with you yesterday. He's gonna do something to Draco, I just know it. Watch your back and watch out for Malfoy. I don't think he'll really hurt anyone, but I've never seen him this angry. I can't say I'm happy with your current choice of boyfriend, but it's just that, your choice. If I can, I'll try and stop him or at least warn you if he plans to actually do anything. Be careful. -Ron'
Hermione just stood there holding the letter in her hands. So much for a peaceful summer romance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, any characters I make up and my own twisted ideas. But I wouldn't mind too much if Draco belonged to me. Ah well, I'd have to buy out a lot of franchises before that would happen and I'm broke. So yea...no Draco. :[
The One I'll Always Love Chapter Six - Vacation Romance
The Grangers plus one Malfoy reached the Granger household soon after departing from Kings Cross. Hermione, who usually wished the ride back and forth from the train station was a little longer, was glad that it went quick. She needed to talk to Draco. He had so much to learn about life as a muggle. And then there were her friends. While a few of the wizard or witch friends she made in her neighborhood would probably not recognize the younger Malfoy, most would have heard of his father. They needed to see Draco the way she did now, not the way her friends at school so often did. Then, Hermione had a brilliant idea. Tomorrow, after the funeral for Draco's mother, she would call everyone up and have them all meet the pale boy she had become so infatuated with. Draco saw the smirk across her face and learned over to whisper, "What, may I ask is so funny?" Hermione just shook her head and tried to suppress her widening smile. She couldn't wait till tomorrow.
The next morning...
Hermione, dressed in a short yet fairly modest black dress, held onto Draco's hand as the walked into the tiny chapel near Malfoy Manor where the funeral service for Narcissa Black Malfoy would be held. Draco bit his lip and hoped that the tears threatening to fall would wait until no one, or at the most just Hermione, was around. A single tear ran down his pale cheek. Hoping no one had noticed the tiny water droplet, he raised a gloved hand to wipe away the offending teardrop, but was stopped by a small hand. Startled, he looked at Hermione's own teary eyes and dropped his hand to his side. Hermione beckoned for him to lean over so she could whisper something in his ear. "It's ok to cry. She was your mother. No one will ever be able to replace her. Trust me. No one will think any less of you for shedding a few tears at your mother's funeral." Draco nodded solemnly. Then without warning, he placed his head on his girlfriend's shoulder and started to quietly weep. Hermione awkwardly patted his back. 'Poor Draco. How can I console him and really put any true compassion into my words? My own mother is waiting for us in the car outside of town with my father. I've never lost anyone as close to me as his mom obviously was to him.' Hermione wrapped her arms around her sobbing boyfriend's shoulders and just held him. The actual service was short, sweet and to the point. Lucius hadn't even shown up. After the service, Professor Dumbledore walked up to her and the grieving boy. "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I came over to, firstly, extend my deepest sympathies to young Mr. Malfoy. I too lost my mother at a young age. And secondly, Ms. Granger, Draco's belongings are at your house. I admit I had to put an enlargement charm on the guest bedroom. Draco here plays more than one large instrument that simply would not fit anywhere else. The outside will look the same, but the inside has roughly tripled in size. Again, my deepest sympathies Draco. Good day to you both." Then, with a 'pop!' the headmaster was gone. Hermione and Draco walked slowly out to the Grangers' car, neither saying a word to each other or anyone else.
15 minutes later...
Hermione and Draco got out of the car and went up to see the newly improved guest room. "My god! This must be as big as your room at home!" Hermione gasped when the walked into the huge room. "To be honest, this is bigger. Usually the piano is in the front hall. But as Mother and I were the only ones in the house who ever played it, Father must have simply decided its mine." Hermione looked around the room to see what else she could learn about Draco through its contents. "A violin, a guitar, a piano, what other instruments do you play?" "Actually, just those three. However, I also have a unused drum set and a double bass that used to belong to my grandfather. But, as I said, I only play the piano, violin and guitar." Hermione whistled in appreciation. She took a tentative step inside the large room. She walked over to where Draco stood gazing out the window. "Draco?" "Mm? O, sorry. Zoned out there. What's up?" Draco put on a big smile the didn't reach to his eyes. Hermione reached up and placed her hand on her boyfriend's pale cheek. "I know what will cheer you up." She started. "I'm gonna call my friends right now. We'll all get together and throw a big party. They'll love you. Well, not the guys, but the girls." Draco raised one blonde eyebrow in Hermione's direction. "How is hanging out with a bunch of muggles I have never met in my life going to make me feel better?" "Draco, you silly, they're witches and wizards. I've met them over different summers and stuff. Turns out most of them live within minutes of here. And Jena actually has access to this awesome summer house. So we usually go there and stuff. I'll go call her now." Hermione raced out of the room, more excited about talking to Jena and the rest as each second passed. Draco shook his head as a small half grin spread out on his face as his girlfriend ran out of the room excitedly. Then he turned back towards the window as a single silvery tear ran down his pale cheek.
15 minutes later...
"Yes Jena, he's hott as hell. No, you can't have him. He's mine. You have Logan you silly thing. So, can we have a party at your place?" Hermione had been talking to Jennifer Chapman for the past 15 minutes about Draco. All she could get from Jena were questions about her new boyfriend. Hermione paused as Jena babbled about something else that had happened to her over the past year. "Jena, you know as well as I do that we'll talk about all of this again in the near future. So can we please talk about having a party at your parents' summer home? It's just the Draco has been having the worst of luck lately and I want to cheer him up and see you guys at the same time. Please?" Jena ranted for a minute longer about how rude interrupting was before she agreed to ask her parents about using the summer home. Hermione hung up the phone and sighed happily as she turned her thoughts back towards Draco. He was amazing. She had no idea how she ever could have thought her life as 'good' before he showed up. "Rrrrrriinnnggggg! Rrrrrriinnnggggg!" Hermione jumped as her phone rang loudly. She picked up the receiver. "Hello? O! Jena! Well, what did your parents say?" Hermione waited rather impatiently as her friend talked about how she had asked her mom and everything before- "Jena, was it a yes or a no? Yea, I know I'm a rude, selfish bitch. Just answer." Hermione laughed as Jena confirmed Hermione's self proclaimed bitch title. Then- "You're serious? Your parents said yes? Ohmigod! That is AWESOME! Lemme go tell Draco. Talk to ya later Jen. Love yas!" Hermione raced back to Draco's room. She saw her boyfriend stretched out on his king size bed. She grinned mischievously before pouncing. "Gah! Hermione! I was almost asleep!" Draco glared half-heartedly as Hermione grinned. "They said yes! We can have a party at Jena's parents' summer home! She's calling the rest of the girls and telling them to call their boyfriends. It's gonna be a costume party and the girls are shopping together and the boys are. Logan, Tony, John, and Derek will be here tomorrow to meet you and take you out to get a costume!" Draco stared at her open-mouthed. "Whoa, slow down. OK, we get to have a party at Julie's cousin's summer house?" "Julie? Who the hell is Julie? I said Jena's parents', not Julie's cousin's. Silly. And it will be a costume party." "OK, got that. Jena's parents, costume party. And what's this about me having to go shopping? And who on earth are Luke, Tommy, Joe and Darren?" Hermione burst out laughing when Draco finished. As soon as her giggles had subsided, she corrected Draco. "Logan, not Luke. Tony, not Tommy. John, not Joe. And Derek, not Darren. And they are really close friends of mine and boyfriends of my best friends outside of school. And they're really protective of me. So if you can't get past them, you aren't right for me." Draco shook his head. "Herm, why'd ya go and do this to me? I love and all, but seriously. Don't forget, your happiness is not equaled in me right now. My mother just died, remember? We just went to the funeral earlier today? Ring any bells?" Hermione gasped. Draco was right. "Ohmigod. I'm so sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better. And I swear, the gang will LOVE you." Draco smiled sadly before grabbing Hermione around the waist and dragging her down onto the bed next to him. She squealed in delight as he commenced to tickling her mercilessly. She reached out and grabbed his ears and drew his face closer to hers. Draco, understanding her 100%, leaned closer. Their lips hit with such passion it was like they thought it would be their last kiss.
A few minutes later...
Hermione stumbled out of Draco's dark room with her hair tangled and her clothes disheveled. She walked into her room to get her pajamas and head to the bathroom for her shower. Then she heard a slight taping on her window. She whirled around to face her large window overlooking the street below and saw none other than Pigwidgeon, Ron's teensy little owl. Hermione dropped her stuff and ran to the window. "Pigwidgeon? What are you doing here?" The little owl hooted in delight and pride that it had delivered its letter. Hermione untied the letter from Pig's leg and sent Pig back out the window to Ron and the Burrow. She opened the letter with shaking hands. 'What could Ron be writing to me about? We've only been on vacation for a day now.' Hermione gasped as she read the letter. It read-
'Dear Hermione, Harry is on a warpath. He saw Malfoy leave with you yesterday. He's gonna do something to Draco, I just know it. Watch your back and watch out for Malfoy. I don't think he'll really hurt anyone, but I've never seen him this angry. I can't say I'm happy with your current choice of boyfriend, but it's just that, your choice. If I can, I'll try and stop him or at least warn you if he plans to actually do anything. Be careful. -Ron'
Hermione just stood there holding the letter in her hands. So much for a peaceful summer romance.