A/N: I'm not sure if this idea has been done or not, and if it has, sorry
for taking your idea, and please let me know!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* Do we really need to do this? We all know that EVERYTHING in this story belongs to JKR and not me.
Prolouge
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Hermione sat in the middle of her half-empty living room, choking back tears as she slowly packed her things into boxes. After Ron, her husband of ten years, had died in an Auror attack two months ago, she decided that she wanted nothing more to do with the wizarding world, or her past. She had quit her job with the Ministry of Magic a week ago, and had already bought a house in muggle France; she was going to go and have her name changed tomorrow.
There was a small pop behind her, and she looked up to see Harry standing there.
He smiled softly as he asked, "Are you feeling any better?"
She shook her head miserably and sat the picture she had been holding on the floor while trying, and failing, to keep her chin from wobbling.
His smile slowly slid off his face as he said, "Are you sure you want to do this Hermione? I mean, that's 17 years of your life straight down the drain if you start over. And you've never worked in the Muggle world before. I won't know how to get ahold of you if you're needed. You'd be lost."
Her voice was strained and he could tell she was about to cry as she said, "I'm already lost, Harry. I don't know where to go, or what to do. I just can't seem to do anything..." Her voice cracked, "without him."
She buried her face into her hands as tears started to slide down her cheeks.
"Hey now, come on, it's okay. Shhhh, it's okay." He sat down on the floor by her and gathered her into his arms. "Shhh, don't cry. It's hard, I know, but shhhh. He wouldn't want you to be unhappy."
"I know, I know," she sobbed into his shoulder as he rocked her back and forth, "but I miss him so much. It's like part of me died with him."
"I know," he whispered, catching sight of the picture Hermione had sat down that had been taken of the three of them at graduation, with all of them happy, smiling, and waving merrily up at him, Hermione's emgagement ring flashing in the sunlight.
"I miss him too."
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco coldly handed the key to the goblin behind the desk in Gringotts.
"Vault 217. Draco Malfoy."
The goblin inspected the key before handing it back and turning to bellow at one of his co-workers to take Draco down to his vault.
As Draco climbed into the cart, he put his face into his hands and thought about what he was doing. Seeing as how he was sick of his father ruling his life, sick of always listening to the 'Great Lord Voldemort' about killing and pure-blood and the like, and sick of being twenty-seven bloody years old, and still not able to get away from his father and his 'Lord', he was leaving. He would gather all of the money out of his vault, change his name, and, seeing as how he could be found by Voldemort anywhere in the Wizarding world, ('As I found out,' he thought cruelly to himself while touching the scar on his side), he was going to go to the Muggle world.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter than they already were as he realized with a sickening thought that if he could have brought himself to their level, he would have killed both of the bastards already.
"Here we are, Sir," the Goblin spoke, shaking Draco out of his morbid thoughts. Draco climbed slowly out of the cart, actually realizing for the first time that he was going to go and live somewhere where he had no idea 'how' to live. Shaking his head as if to shake his thoughts out of it, he turned and opened the door to his vault and began raking all of the Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts into a sack.
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A/N: I know that this was SUPER short, but it's just the prologue, just to explain what's happening. The next chapter's going to be a few months in the future, and it'll probably have Hermione and Draco meeting in it. This could POSSIBLY turn NC-17, but it won't be for awhile, and i'm still not sure about it. I would like 5 reviews before I post the next chapter. BTW, constructive critisism is ALWAYS welcome, but DON'T flame me, for you will get a seriously wacky author bugging you to death about why you did. Wind to thy wings, friend!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* Do we really need to do this? We all know that EVERYTHING in this story belongs to JKR and not me.
Prolouge
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Hermione sat in the middle of her half-empty living room, choking back tears as she slowly packed her things into boxes. After Ron, her husband of ten years, had died in an Auror attack two months ago, she decided that she wanted nothing more to do with the wizarding world, or her past. She had quit her job with the Ministry of Magic a week ago, and had already bought a house in muggle France; she was going to go and have her name changed tomorrow.
There was a small pop behind her, and she looked up to see Harry standing there.
He smiled softly as he asked, "Are you feeling any better?"
She shook her head miserably and sat the picture she had been holding on the floor while trying, and failing, to keep her chin from wobbling.
His smile slowly slid off his face as he said, "Are you sure you want to do this Hermione? I mean, that's 17 years of your life straight down the drain if you start over. And you've never worked in the Muggle world before. I won't know how to get ahold of you if you're needed. You'd be lost."
Her voice was strained and he could tell she was about to cry as she said, "I'm already lost, Harry. I don't know where to go, or what to do. I just can't seem to do anything..." Her voice cracked, "without him."
She buried her face into her hands as tears started to slide down her cheeks.
"Hey now, come on, it's okay. Shhhh, it's okay." He sat down on the floor by her and gathered her into his arms. "Shhh, don't cry. It's hard, I know, but shhhh. He wouldn't want you to be unhappy."
"I know, I know," she sobbed into his shoulder as he rocked her back and forth, "but I miss him so much. It's like part of me died with him."
"I know," he whispered, catching sight of the picture Hermione had sat down that had been taken of the three of them at graduation, with all of them happy, smiling, and waving merrily up at him, Hermione's emgagement ring flashing in the sunlight.
"I miss him too."
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Draco coldly handed the key to the goblin behind the desk in Gringotts.
"Vault 217. Draco Malfoy."
The goblin inspected the key before handing it back and turning to bellow at one of his co-workers to take Draco down to his vault.
As Draco climbed into the cart, he put his face into his hands and thought about what he was doing. Seeing as how he was sick of his father ruling his life, sick of always listening to the 'Great Lord Voldemort' about killing and pure-blood and the like, and sick of being twenty-seven bloody years old, and still not able to get away from his father and his 'Lord', he was leaving. He would gather all of the money out of his vault, change his name, and, seeing as how he could be found by Voldemort anywhere in the Wizarding world, ('As I found out,' he thought cruelly to himself while touching the scar on his side), he was going to go to the Muggle world.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter than they already were as he realized with a sickening thought that if he could have brought himself to their level, he would have killed both of the bastards already.
"Here we are, Sir," the Goblin spoke, shaking Draco out of his morbid thoughts. Draco climbed slowly out of the cart, actually realizing for the first time that he was going to go and live somewhere where he had no idea 'how' to live. Shaking his head as if to shake his thoughts out of it, he turned and opened the door to his vault and began raking all of the Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts into a sack.
*~~~~~~~~~~*
A/N: I know that this was SUPER short, but it's just the prologue, just to explain what's happening. The next chapter's going to be a few months in the future, and it'll probably have Hermione and Draco meeting in it. This could POSSIBLY turn NC-17, but it won't be for awhile, and i'm still not sure about it. I would like 5 reviews before I post the next chapter. BTW, constructive critisism is ALWAYS welcome, but DON'T flame me, for you will get a seriously wacky author bugging you to death about why you did. Wind to thy wings, friend!