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Harry Potter characters are anything else! I do own Brandee and Lamar
though!
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 15
As Day Two Comes to an End
Hermione looked out her window and watched the sun as it set. 'And day two comes to an end...' she thought to herself. Turning away she retrieved her diary.
'Dear diary,
So much can happen in two days. My whole life seemed to change in these 48 hours. And it's all his fault. If he hadn't come here nothing like this would have happened. Now my best muggle friend hates me. Not only that but my dad... my dad is starting to scare me.
He hit me today. Because of what I did to Draco-'
Hermione blinked a second and erased 'Draco,' replacing it with 'Malfoy.'
'It's not like it hurt him, either! But a minute after I went to my room Daddy- no, he's not my father- came up here and he hit me. It hurt, Diary, it really hurt!
Now the only people I can rely on are Ron, Harry and myself. No one else can be trusted.
Hermione May Granger'
Without looking it over, she closed it and hid it.
~*~*~
Draco, being very hungry, very bored and feeling this feeling of upsetness (is that a word?) and anger, wandered into the kitchen. He scrunched his nose in confusion at all the strange looking objects in the room. When he was at home he never really went into the kitchen. His father was always telling him that, "Kitchen's aren't good enough for you, boy! They're for the house-elves to slave in, not my son."
His stomach growled and he suddenly wished that he'd learned what everything was. After all, he was starving. Shrugging he started toward the cabinets and draws opening and closing them. He took out a butcher knife and stared at it admiringly. What did they use this for? Certainly they didn't torture the muggles with it like his father? Shrugging again he put it on the table and started searching the refrigerator.
~*~*~
Hermione opened her eyes with a start as something furry rubbed itself against her. "Crookshanks!" she cried hugging her cat. "Finally decided to come home, have you?" she asked it, scratching its ears. The Grangers let the cat roam around as it pleases, so you never know when it'll come and go. "Well, I'm glad you came back. I was getting upset having no one to talk to," she told Crookshanks. Crookshanks nuzzled her and leaped from her arms running out of the room towards the kitchen.
~*~*~
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, pulling a cat shaped something-or-other from the fridge. He shrugged and placed it on the table, figuring it had to be made of something edible. He might as well try it. Draco picked up the butcher knife and was about to chop the vegetable into smaller pieces when a cat clawed him, hissing. Draco kicked the cat out of the way, muttering, "Damn fur-ball." Crookshanks huddled under the table hissing and meowing at Draco as he raised the knife to stop chopping. "Damn it!" he mumbled as the lights went out. "What do you have against me eating?" he cried out softly toward the ceiling. Hail started hitting the windows and he watched quizzically. "What the hell?... It was clear skied out a couple minutes ago," Draco wondered out loud. The question he kept to himself was: Is this a natural storm? Or is it from Voldemort? Shrugging it off, he continued his chopping while Crookshanks hissed.
~*~*~
Hermione sighed and got off her bed slowly, upon hearing a strange hissing sound. "It sounds like-" her thoughts were cut off as the sound of hail caught her attention. "Didn't I just watch a beautiful, clear sunset a couple minutes ago?" she wondered to herself. Thinking about this, she started toward her stairs. Hermione froze at the top of the stairs and watched horrified as a figure chopped mercilessly at what looked like her dear Crookshanks. Her hand shot up toward her mouth as she heard her cat meow angrily as the knife came down again. Feeling sick, she bolted for the bathroom.
~*~*~
Hermione splashed cold water on her face in hopes that it would make her feel better. For the second time in one day she stared into the mirror, water dripping off her face. "Maybe," she said to herself, "Maybe this is just a dream. I'll wake up and everything will be normal- no Malfoy, no dead cat-" Just as the words escaped her mouth, she bent over the sink and was sick.
~*~*~
Draco laid the knife down and stared admiringly at the now chopped vegetable thingie. In a split second he went from feeling perfectly fine to horribly sick and he ran to the sink. He leaned over the kitchen sink and took a deep breath. "What was that?" he asked aloud. Figuring it was just the heat, he put some cold water on his face and looked up at the window. Only when he looked at the window it wasn't his reflection staring back at him. It was Hermione Granger's.
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A/N- I am so so so so so so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out AND that it's so short. I've had no time to write and on top of that I had a mild writer's block! I got a boyfriend and- well I bet you don't care so I'll just finish up saying that I'm hoping to get the next chapter out sooner than this one.
Thank you:
Stranger at my Door
Chapter 15
As Day Two Comes to an End
Hermione looked out her window and watched the sun as it set. 'And day two comes to an end...' she thought to herself. Turning away she retrieved her diary.
'Dear diary,
So much can happen in two days. My whole life seemed to change in these 48 hours. And it's all his fault. If he hadn't come here nothing like this would have happened. Now my best muggle friend hates me. Not only that but my dad... my dad is starting to scare me.
He hit me today. Because of what I did to Draco-'
Hermione blinked a second and erased 'Draco,' replacing it with 'Malfoy.'
'It's not like it hurt him, either! But a minute after I went to my room Daddy- no, he's not my father- came up here and he hit me. It hurt, Diary, it really hurt!
Now the only people I can rely on are Ron, Harry and myself. No one else can be trusted.
Hermione May Granger'
Without looking it over, she closed it and hid it.
~*~*~
Draco, being very hungry, very bored and feeling this feeling of upsetness (is that a word?) and anger, wandered into the kitchen. He scrunched his nose in confusion at all the strange looking objects in the room. When he was at home he never really went into the kitchen. His father was always telling him that, "Kitchen's aren't good enough for you, boy! They're for the house-elves to slave in, not my son."
His stomach growled and he suddenly wished that he'd learned what everything was. After all, he was starving. Shrugging he started toward the cabinets and draws opening and closing them. He took out a butcher knife and stared at it admiringly. What did they use this for? Certainly they didn't torture the muggles with it like his father? Shrugging again he put it on the table and started searching the refrigerator.
~*~*~
Hermione opened her eyes with a start as something furry rubbed itself against her. "Crookshanks!" she cried hugging her cat. "Finally decided to come home, have you?" she asked it, scratching its ears. The Grangers let the cat roam around as it pleases, so you never know when it'll come and go. "Well, I'm glad you came back. I was getting upset having no one to talk to," she told Crookshanks. Crookshanks nuzzled her and leaped from her arms running out of the room towards the kitchen.
~*~*~
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, pulling a cat shaped something-or-other from the fridge. He shrugged and placed it on the table, figuring it had to be made of something edible. He might as well try it. Draco picked up the butcher knife and was about to chop the vegetable into smaller pieces when a cat clawed him, hissing. Draco kicked the cat out of the way, muttering, "Damn fur-ball." Crookshanks huddled under the table hissing and meowing at Draco as he raised the knife to stop chopping. "Damn it!" he mumbled as the lights went out. "What do you have against me eating?" he cried out softly toward the ceiling. Hail started hitting the windows and he watched quizzically. "What the hell?... It was clear skied out a couple minutes ago," Draco wondered out loud. The question he kept to himself was: Is this a natural storm? Or is it from Voldemort? Shrugging it off, he continued his chopping while Crookshanks hissed.
~*~*~
Hermione sighed and got off her bed slowly, upon hearing a strange hissing sound. "It sounds like-" her thoughts were cut off as the sound of hail caught her attention. "Didn't I just watch a beautiful, clear sunset a couple minutes ago?" she wondered to herself. Thinking about this, she started toward her stairs. Hermione froze at the top of the stairs and watched horrified as a figure chopped mercilessly at what looked like her dear Crookshanks. Her hand shot up toward her mouth as she heard her cat meow angrily as the knife came down again. Feeling sick, she bolted for the bathroom.
~*~*~
Hermione splashed cold water on her face in hopes that it would make her feel better. For the second time in one day she stared into the mirror, water dripping off her face. "Maybe," she said to herself, "Maybe this is just a dream. I'll wake up and everything will be normal- no Malfoy, no dead cat-" Just as the words escaped her mouth, she bent over the sink and was sick.
~*~*~
Draco laid the knife down and stared admiringly at the now chopped vegetable thingie. In a split second he went from feeling perfectly fine to horribly sick and he ran to the sink. He leaned over the kitchen sink and took a deep breath. "What was that?" he asked aloud. Figuring it was just the heat, he put some cold water on his face and looked up at the window. Only when he looked at the window it wasn't his reflection staring back at him. It was Hermione Granger's.
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A/N- I am so so so so so so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out AND that it's so short. I've had no time to write and on top of that I had a mild writer's block! I got a boyfriend and- well I bet you don't care so I'll just finish up saying that I'm hoping to get the next chapter out sooner than this one.
Thank you: