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Chapter 4: Tears
Draco sat in his office at the Ministry of Magic, still worried about Hermione. 'I don't understand what's going on. I know that the death of her best friends is not going over well with her... I mean, hell, I didn't even take it very well either. But she has totally forgotten everything. I wish she would let me help her through this.'
He got up and paced his office, still having very much Slytherin in him as they always did that to relieve stress. "Harry, I wish you were here. You could always talk some sense into her." He mumbled to himself.
"Well Harry's not here and you better get back to work." A very red headed Percy Weasley said stopping in his doorway. "This is not a time to wallow in your misery that which you call a love life." He walked away after Draco nodded agreement.
'Thanks for reminding me why I hate Weasley's, boss.' Draco was cross indeed with the little weasel. 'I should have been promoted but no, he had to go and get the job.'
He tried to go back to his work, filing away papers regarding the department of mysteries. (A/N: I'd tell you what the documents are but that's top secret ;-) I know aren't I evil!) 'I wish I knew what was going on,' he thought. He couldn't concentrate on the paperwork in front of him any longer and decided that he would go home. If it was a problem that he was worried about his wife then he would just tell Percy where he could shove it.
Grabbing his cloak, he apparated to his living room. "Honey?" he called knowing she was probably going to come unscrewed on him again but he didn't really care. He was a full-grown man now and nothing to fear from her physically, well unless she unleashed some super spells on him. She definitely had him beat there. 'Girl reads too many bloody books.'
He checked the bedroom, and the kitchen only to find them empty. "Rose!" he called. There was a pop and little house elf appeared before him wearing a pink dress Hermione had made for her. 'Always thinking of other people she is.' All the house elves wore outfits that his wife had made for them, but they stayed on as help, each getting something special in return. "Have you seen 'Mione?"
"No, Master Malfoy. Not since yesterday, sir."
"Ok, could you ask around and find out where she is?" He asked politely.
"Yes sir," and with a quick bow was gone.
"Dear!" the painting of his young mother called out.
"Yes, mum?" he walked over there. His mother had been genuinely beautiful when she had first married his father. Why had he gone and involved himself with Voldemort and ruined the family.
"I do believe that Hermione went up to the owlry a few hours ago." She smiled. "I hope that everything is ok between the two of you."
"Not really mother. I'm not sure what's wrong though."
"All right dear, go see if she is all right."
Draco made his way up the stairs to the old owlry that his father had built more as a meeting place for the death eaters than for an owlry. But since they had been destroyed he decided that it would be better used to store the owls for the ministry when they were on a break from carrier duty.
Percy had not been happy with that idea just because his father had been a death eater and he was afraid that the owls would be cursed. 'I'd like to curse that little brat myself. Luck is the only reason that kept that boy alive anyway.'
Lucius had planned to attack the Weasley house the night after Harry and Ron had launched their attack. All nine members of the family would have been there during the raid. 'Much as I wanted that Percy dead, I'm glad that it never happened.'
He nearly tripped over Hermione. She looked as if she had been crying, which really wasn't a surprise. He brushed the locks of hair that had fallen into her face aside before picking her light body up in his arms.
She moaned softly but remained still as he began to take her down the stairs. In a few moments her eyes fluttered open.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?! Put me down!" She began to struggle with him, which threatened to make him lose his grip on her. He let go of her legs so she was standing next to him. "Don't touch me, ok?!" she ran off down the stairs and seated herself on the couch.
Draco shook his head and followed her down the stairs. He saw that she was shaking so removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, being careful not to touch her.
"Hermione, all I want is to talk. That's all, I promise." He took a seat on the chair across from the couch.
"Fine." Her voice was harsh and cold, completely uncaring.
"Ok, I know that the death of our friends-"
"MY FRIENDS!"
"Yes, your friends. I know it hasn't been easy to deal with that, and I know you are going through a hard time right now." He kept his voice calm as he could, but his voice was cracking just talking about his friends. He missed them so much. "But the truth is that they are dead and there is nothing that we can do about it."
Tears welled up in her eyes again. He hated hurting her like this but he had to make her see that he wasn't lying to her.
"Though they are gone, they wouldn't want us living in the past. What they did, they did for a good reason. They loved you and had only tried to protect you."
Hermione had tears streaming down her face. But he went on...
"All I know right now is that I love you Hermione. I don't know what's going on in your head right now, but I want to help you get through it."
She stood up and looked down on him. "I don't love you. I don't care about you in anyway shape or form. I don't want to talk to you." And with that, she went into the bedroom and Draco heard Hermione lock the door.
'This is going to be a long week.' Draco thought to himself before residing to the couch to take a nap, knowing full well there was no way that he was going to get into that room and it would only make things worse if he did. Keeping his senses alert, he drifted off to a light slumber...
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A/N: WOW! Dramatic I know... but just wait... the next chappy is on the way as soon as I can.
Meesah: Yeah, I know how it gets when ur tired. I know that I can't believe that this story has turned out so well. And if you like this story I recommend that you read "Harry Potter and the Great Love Triangle" that I started with my best friend. Look up sugarandspice4u Its under that name. But yeah its an awesome story and I know you'd love it. Yeah Ron and Harry are dead *sobs* I know it's a hard one to take... I still cant believe I wrote that in... and the whole deal with her crying... I mean if you just found out that your bestest best friends had died, you would be tearful too. Just saying...
Burn: Don't stop writing such awesome reviews. I love them. And don't worry this whole emotional thing is about to get interesting. I don't want it to be so bad that you stop reading. Please keep reading... I promise that it wont be so bad... just wait til you read the ending... though I dunno how long its going to take me to get there.
Chapter 4: Tears
Draco sat in his office at the Ministry of Magic, still worried about Hermione. 'I don't understand what's going on. I know that the death of her best friends is not going over well with her... I mean, hell, I didn't even take it very well either. But she has totally forgotten everything. I wish she would let me help her through this.'
He got up and paced his office, still having very much Slytherin in him as they always did that to relieve stress. "Harry, I wish you were here. You could always talk some sense into her." He mumbled to himself.
"Well Harry's not here and you better get back to work." A very red headed Percy Weasley said stopping in his doorway. "This is not a time to wallow in your misery that which you call a love life." He walked away after Draco nodded agreement.
'Thanks for reminding me why I hate Weasley's, boss.' Draco was cross indeed with the little weasel. 'I should have been promoted but no, he had to go and get the job.'
He tried to go back to his work, filing away papers regarding the department of mysteries. (A/N: I'd tell you what the documents are but that's top secret ;-) I know aren't I evil!) 'I wish I knew what was going on,' he thought. He couldn't concentrate on the paperwork in front of him any longer and decided that he would go home. If it was a problem that he was worried about his wife then he would just tell Percy where he could shove it.
Grabbing his cloak, he apparated to his living room. "Honey?" he called knowing she was probably going to come unscrewed on him again but he didn't really care. He was a full-grown man now and nothing to fear from her physically, well unless she unleashed some super spells on him. She definitely had him beat there. 'Girl reads too many bloody books.'
He checked the bedroom, and the kitchen only to find them empty. "Rose!" he called. There was a pop and little house elf appeared before him wearing a pink dress Hermione had made for her. 'Always thinking of other people she is.' All the house elves wore outfits that his wife had made for them, but they stayed on as help, each getting something special in return. "Have you seen 'Mione?"
"No, Master Malfoy. Not since yesterday, sir."
"Ok, could you ask around and find out where she is?" He asked politely.
"Yes sir," and with a quick bow was gone.
"Dear!" the painting of his young mother called out.
"Yes, mum?" he walked over there. His mother had been genuinely beautiful when she had first married his father. Why had he gone and involved himself with Voldemort and ruined the family.
"I do believe that Hermione went up to the owlry a few hours ago." She smiled. "I hope that everything is ok between the two of you."
"Not really mother. I'm not sure what's wrong though."
"All right dear, go see if she is all right."
Draco made his way up the stairs to the old owlry that his father had built more as a meeting place for the death eaters than for an owlry. But since they had been destroyed he decided that it would be better used to store the owls for the ministry when they were on a break from carrier duty.
Percy had not been happy with that idea just because his father had been a death eater and he was afraid that the owls would be cursed. 'I'd like to curse that little brat myself. Luck is the only reason that kept that boy alive anyway.'
Lucius had planned to attack the Weasley house the night after Harry and Ron had launched their attack. All nine members of the family would have been there during the raid. 'Much as I wanted that Percy dead, I'm glad that it never happened.'
He nearly tripped over Hermione. She looked as if she had been crying, which really wasn't a surprise. He brushed the locks of hair that had fallen into her face aside before picking her light body up in his arms.
She moaned softly but remained still as he began to take her down the stairs. In a few moments her eyes fluttered open.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?! Put me down!" She began to struggle with him, which threatened to make him lose his grip on her. He let go of her legs so she was standing next to him. "Don't touch me, ok?!" she ran off down the stairs and seated herself on the couch.
Draco shook his head and followed her down the stairs. He saw that she was shaking so removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, being careful not to touch her.
"Hermione, all I want is to talk. That's all, I promise." He took a seat on the chair across from the couch.
"Fine." Her voice was harsh and cold, completely uncaring.
"Ok, I know that the death of our friends-"
"MY FRIENDS!"
"Yes, your friends. I know it hasn't been easy to deal with that, and I know you are going through a hard time right now." He kept his voice calm as he could, but his voice was cracking just talking about his friends. He missed them so much. "But the truth is that they are dead and there is nothing that we can do about it."
Tears welled up in her eyes again. He hated hurting her like this but he had to make her see that he wasn't lying to her.
"Though they are gone, they wouldn't want us living in the past. What they did, they did for a good reason. They loved you and had only tried to protect you."
Hermione had tears streaming down her face. But he went on...
"All I know right now is that I love you Hermione. I don't know what's going on in your head right now, but I want to help you get through it."
She stood up and looked down on him. "I don't love you. I don't care about you in anyway shape or form. I don't want to talk to you." And with that, she went into the bedroom and Draco heard Hermione lock the door.
'This is going to be a long week.' Draco thought to himself before residing to the couch to take a nap, knowing full well there was no way that he was going to get into that room and it would only make things worse if he did. Keeping his senses alert, he drifted off to a light slumber...
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A/N: WOW! Dramatic I know... but just wait... the next chappy is on the way as soon as I can.
Meesah: Yeah, I know how it gets when ur tired. I know that I can't believe that this story has turned out so well. And if you like this story I recommend that you read "Harry Potter and the Great Love Triangle" that I started with my best friend. Look up sugarandspice4u Its under that name. But yeah its an awesome story and I know you'd love it. Yeah Ron and Harry are dead *sobs* I know it's a hard one to take... I still cant believe I wrote that in... and the whole deal with her crying... I mean if you just found out that your bestest best friends had died, you would be tearful too. Just saying...
Burn: Don't stop writing such awesome reviews. I love them. And don't worry this whole emotional thing is about to get interesting. I don't want it to be so bad that you stop reading. Please keep reading... I promise that it wont be so bad... just wait til you read the ending... though I dunno how long its going to take me to get there.