Everlast
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me.. I do not own Harry and company. ok?. good! Let's keep it that way.
A/N: Hey thanks sooo much for reviewing.. I love you guys!!! Anyway here's the second chapter. I hope you like it.. hope you guys hit that review button too after reading this!!!! Please??? I'm asking you nicely!!!!
Chapter 2
"Where is Daddy going?" a 6 year old Althea asked Harry, while they stood on the doorway of Harry's house watching Draco drive away. " Is he going to leave me here?"
"No he isn't. He's just going to visit your mother. Come on. We're going to catch colds if we stayed here all night." said Harry, getting inside and closing the door behind him.
" Daddy never lets me visit her.he doesn't even play with me. Sometimes I think he doesn't love me." said Althea, her eyes welling up with tears.
Harry looked at the little girl pitifully. He had already told Draco for over a hundred times that he should forget about her and move on.
That Hermione died almost seven years ago.
That she's never coming back.
That he should concentrate more on his daughter; his only living memory of her. Less he wanted the relationship to end in the dumps.
Harry sighed and kneeled down in front of the girl, wiping her tears away and hugging her gently shaking body. " There, there." He said patting the girl's back lightly. "How could you say that? Of course he loves you. He just never shows it. He's going through a hard time now. and he misses your mother so much."
"What is she like?" She asked softly.
Harry smiled, stood up, grabbed her little hand and led him into the couch.
Draco sat inside his car. Staring at the road in front of him and taking a sharp turn every now and then. His face betraying no hint of emotion.
"Take care of her for me."
"No. We're going to raise her together."
"Take care of her for me!"
"No! I won't! Come on Granger! Fight! I know you can do it!".
"I'm just going to sleep. Wait for me, I'll come back."
Promise.
I'll come back.
Hooooonk!!
Draco was jerked away from his reverie. He looked up and saw the nose of the truck behind him quickly fill his rear view mirror. He swerved just in time, avoiding a major collision. The truck sped past him; the driver leaning out the window and shouting angry words at him.
He pulled off the road and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. He stared blankly at his knees; his heart, beating furiously at his chest.
He slowly stumbled out of the car. Leaning his back against the door, he reached inside his jeans pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. He shook his head letting his long hair fall back, as he muttered a spell causing the end of his cigarette to light up.
He took a long drag, letting the toxic smoke linger inside his lungs before exhaling it out again. He looked up at the sky it was so dark, he could only make out tiny stars in the distance.
There was one star in particular that shone out brighter than the others, its light never blinking.
A little girl, around 3 years old, was staring at the same star. She was sitting at the hammock his father had tied between two trees in their backyard.
She and her mother used to sit here, staring at the stars above them.
Even if she's just a 3 year old; she had grown quickly. Cleaning the house and taking care of herself while his father was at work.
Since her mother died, after straightening up the house; she would sit here, take a nap while she waited for her father to come home.
She looked at the nearby table and urged the plastic cup of water to come towards her. She looked at it intensely. It started to wobble and slowly rise up and float towards her. It stopped at mid air.
She sat up and opened her arms, saying "Come on. Come to me." It moved a few inches towards her, before stopping completely, falling to the ground.
She groaned and slumped back. She looked up at the star again. Thinking that may be someone out there maybe looking at the same star. She giggled childishly, thinking of the possibility.
Draco slowed down entering a willow-lined pathway. He took a right turn and drove through the vast field. Old style houses dotting here and there. He kept on driving, taking an occasional turn now and then, until he reached a cliff.
He stopped the car at the bottom, he sighed and grabbed the bouquet of roses from the passenger seat. He got out and slowly climbed the sloping steps to the top.
Draco took the view in. The city was spread before him, tiny dots of lights blinking merrily at him.
He looked at the stone before him. He placed the bouquet of roses beside it and squatted before it.
Wait. She told him to wait.
Until when?
Althea's growing quickly. And she spends most of her time at her Godfather's house. He chuckled. Oh, the irony. Years ago, the idea of Harry Potter taking care of his daughter would have made him sick. Now, he was depending on Harry.
He was afraid that he might inflict the wrong values to his daughter, his father, Lucius Malfoy, being a lunatic and all. He thought it would be much better if his daughter would be taken cared of by the good bunch, namely, Hermione's best friend. If she were alive now, she would love it.
"Althea's growing into a fine young lady, Harry's been taking pretty good care of her. Wish you could see her now." Draco whispered, looking at the sky. "You couldn't believe how much I miss you." He ran his hand through the dew-covered grass, the tips barely touching the palm of his hand. His hair was obscuring his vision, but he didn't care.
He would give everything he owned right now just to feel her arms around him. Hear he gentle voice touching his aching soul.
"Why are you crying?"
He looked over his shoulder and saw a little girl around three years old standing behind him. He pushed his hair back and turned to face the little girl.
The girl searched inside her pocket and offered her hanky to him. Her long raven black hair blowing against the wind and her dark brown eyes twinkling back at him. Draco took the handkerchief and dried his tears off.
"Bet you, you don't see old men cry everyday." he said to the girl.
"You're not an old man, you're a teenager. And I've seen boys cry, even brave ones like my father." She said, taking tentative steps towards him.
"Oh? Care to tell me why?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrow. Liking the little girl instantly for her comebacks.
"Why should I? I don't even know your name?" The girl said, crossing her hands in front of her.
Draco smiled. "Ok, I'm Draco Malfoy." He said extending his hand. "And you are?"
"Sydney Harper." She said, shaking his hand. "It was really a pleasure to meet you sir."
Draco grinned. He looked at the little Sydney's hand. It was hard and rough. She looked at her hand, and said "My mother died a year ago. I clean the house all by myself, while my father's gone off to work."
"Is your father home yet?" he asked.
"No, not yet."
"What are you doing here then?"
"I saw your car parked down there. I always wanted to know who kept bringing roses to her." She said, pointing at the tombstone. "Are you her husband?"
"Well, technically no. She died before I could propose to her. But I love her so much, up till now.I still do."
"How many years?"
"Seven."
"You should move on, like my father did."
"I can't, she promised to come back, and I'm still waiting for her." Draco sighed and wiped the tears away. "Are you always climbing up here at night?"
"Sometimes. When I get tired of sitting at the hammock in our backyard. That sure is very sweet of you. waiting for her.are you sure she's going to come back?"
"Yes, I'm very sure."
"I hope you find her soon. I better go. Father might be home already." With that she turned and headed back down. Draco looked at the girl's retreating figure. He looked at the white hanky the girl had given to him.
Draco really hopes he meets her soon. Because he's not sure he can wait any longer without hurting himself.
A/N: well?????.. What do you think????? It's kinda short..but..Review!!!!! Please!!!!!!
Also.. read my other.er.. fanfic. turns of time... read and review ok?????
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me.. I do not own Harry and company. ok?. good! Let's keep it that way.
A/N: Hey thanks sooo much for reviewing.. I love you guys!!! Anyway here's the second chapter. I hope you like it.. hope you guys hit that review button too after reading this!!!! Please??? I'm asking you nicely!!!!
Chapter 2
"Where is Daddy going?" a 6 year old Althea asked Harry, while they stood on the doorway of Harry's house watching Draco drive away. " Is he going to leave me here?"
"No he isn't. He's just going to visit your mother. Come on. We're going to catch colds if we stayed here all night." said Harry, getting inside and closing the door behind him.
" Daddy never lets me visit her.he doesn't even play with me. Sometimes I think he doesn't love me." said Althea, her eyes welling up with tears.
Harry looked at the little girl pitifully. He had already told Draco for over a hundred times that he should forget about her and move on.
That Hermione died almost seven years ago.
That she's never coming back.
That he should concentrate more on his daughter; his only living memory of her. Less he wanted the relationship to end in the dumps.
Harry sighed and kneeled down in front of the girl, wiping her tears away and hugging her gently shaking body. " There, there." He said patting the girl's back lightly. "How could you say that? Of course he loves you. He just never shows it. He's going through a hard time now. and he misses your mother so much."
"What is she like?" She asked softly.
Harry smiled, stood up, grabbed her little hand and led him into the couch.
Draco sat inside his car. Staring at the road in front of him and taking a sharp turn every now and then. His face betraying no hint of emotion.
"Take care of her for me."
"No. We're going to raise her together."
"Take care of her for me!"
"No! I won't! Come on Granger! Fight! I know you can do it!".
"I'm just going to sleep. Wait for me, I'll come back."
Promise.
I'll come back.
Hooooonk!!
Draco was jerked away from his reverie. He looked up and saw the nose of the truck behind him quickly fill his rear view mirror. He swerved just in time, avoiding a major collision. The truck sped past him; the driver leaning out the window and shouting angry words at him.
He pulled off the road and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. He stared blankly at his knees; his heart, beating furiously at his chest.
He slowly stumbled out of the car. Leaning his back against the door, he reached inside his jeans pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. He shook his head letting his long hair fall back, as he muttered a spell causing the end of his cigarette to light up.
He took a long drag, letting the toxic smoke linger inside his lungs before exhaling it out again. He looked up at the sky it was so dark, he could only make out tiny stars in the distance.
There was one star in particular that shone out brighter than the others, its light never blinking.
A little girl, around 3 years old, was staring at the same star. She was sitting at the hammock his father had tied between two trees in their backyard.
She and her mother used to sit here, staring at the stars above them.
Even if she's just a 3 year old; she had grown quickly. Cleaning the house and taking care of herself while his father was at work.
Since her mother died, after straightening up the house; she would sit here, take a nap while she waited for her father to come home.
She looked at the nearby table and urged the plastic cup of water to come towards her. She looked at it intensely. It started to wobble and slowly rise up and float towards her. It stopped at mid air.
She sat up and opened her arms, saying "Come on. Come to me." It moved a few inches towards her, before stopping completely, falling to the ground.
She groaned and slumped back. She looked up at the star again. Thinking that may be someone out there maybe looking at the same star. She giggled childishly, thinking of the possibility.
Draco slowed down entering a willow-lined pathway. He took a right turn and drove through the vast field. Old style houses dotting here and there. He kept on driving, taking an occasional turn now and then, until he reached a cliff.
He stopped the car at the bottom, he sighed and grabbed the bouquet of roses from the passenger seat. He got out and slowly climbed the sloping steps to the top.
Draco took the view in. The city was spread before him, tiny dots of lights blinking merrily at him.
He looked at the stone before him. He placed the bouquet of roses beside it and squatted before it.
Wait. She told him to wait.
Until when?
Althea's growing quickly. And she spends most of her time at her Godfather's house. He chuckled. Oh, the irony. Years ago, the idea of Harry Potter taking care of his daughter would have made him sick. Now, he was depending on Harry.
He was afraid that he might inflict the wrong values to his daughter, his father, Lucius Malfoy, being a lunatic and all. He thought it would be much better if his daughter would be taken cared of by the good bunch, namely, Hermione's best friend. If she were alive now, she would love it.
"Althea's growing into a fine young lady, Harry's been taking pretty good care of her. Wish you could see her now." Draco whispered, looking at the sky. "You couldn't believe how much I miss you." He ran his hand through the dew-covered grass, the tips barely touching the palm of his hand. His hair was obscuring his vision, but he didn't care.
He would give everything he owned right now just to feel her arms around him. Hear he gentle voice touching his aching soul.
"Why are you crying?"
He looked over his shoulder and saw a little girl around three years old standing behind him. He pushed his hair back and turned to face the little girl.
The girl searched inside her pocket and offered her hanky to him. Her long raven black hair blowing against the wind and her dark brown eyes twinkling back at him. Draco took the handkerchief and dried his tears off.
"Bet you, you don't see old men cry everyday." he said to the girl.
"You're not an old man, you're a teenager. And I've seen boys cry, even brave ones like my father." She said, taking tentative steps towards him.
"Oh? Care to tell me why?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrow. Liking the little girl instantly for her comebacks.
"Why should I? I don't even know your name?" The girl said, crossing her hands in front of her.
Draco smiled. "Ok, I'm Draco Malfoy." He said extending his hand. "And you are?"
"Sydney Harper." She said, shaking his hand. "It was really a pleasure to meet you sir."
Draco grinned. He looked at the little Sydney's hand. It was hard and rough. She looked at her hand, and said "My mother died a year ago. I clean the house all by myself, while my father's gone off to work."
"Is your father home yet?" he asked.
"No, not yet."
"What are you doing here then?"
"I saw your car parked down there. I always wanted to know who kept bringing roses to her." She said, pointing at the tombstone. "Are you her husband?"
"Well, technically no. She died before I could propose to her. But I love her so much, up till now.I still do."
"How many years?"
"Seven."
"You should move on, like my father did."
"I can't, she promised to come back, and I'm still waiting for her." Draco sighed and wiped the tears away. "Are you always climbing up here at night?"
"Sometimes. When I get tired of sitting at the hammock in our backyard. That sure is very sweet of you. waiting for her.are you sure she's going to come back?"
"Yes, I'm very sure."
"I hope you find her soon. I better go. Father might be home already." With that she turned and headed back down. Draco looked at the girl's retreating figure. He looked at the white hanky the girl had given to him.
Draco really hopes he meets her soon. Because he's not sure he can wait any longer without hurting himself.
A/N: well?????.. What do you think????? It's kinda short..but..Review!!!!! Please!!!!!!
Also.. read my other.er.. fanfic. turns of time... read and review ok?????