Mysterious Draco
"W-what do you mean?" Hermione felt clogged at the throat. What had she done, bringing a guest home?
Mrs. Granger seemed to regain herself. "Hermione, I believe an introduction is much needed." she said in a warmer voice.
"Mom, Draco Malfoy. Draco, my Mom." Hermione said.
"Pleased to meet you," said she, extending a hand, which Draco grasped. She let go perhaps a bit quicker than necessary, but Hermione overlooked that.
"Mom—"
"HEADS!" a deep energetic voice floated in from out back.
"Is Dad practicing golf again?" Hermione said with a slight roll of her eyes.
Her mother gave a light laugh. "Some things never change." Then she turned and faced Draco. "Why don't you go enjoy yourself, get to know Hermione's father. He's quite easy to get along with."
Hermione could see Draco was caught offguard, but he shrugged and headed outside.
After the screen closed with a click, Hermione watched her mother on the sofa. Clearly she wanted to talk to her, so Hermione dropped a causion on the hardwood floor and made herself comfortable; she had a feeling she was going to sit there for a long time.
"Hermione," began Mrs. Granger at once. Her tone of voice was stern. "I don't mind you bringing a guest, but I'd trust you'd be responsible enough to at least let us know?"
"Well, I would have let you know, but there wasn't enough time—" Hermione retorted.
"Hermione Granger, I'm very disappointed in you." Her mother's voice was level, but hard. "Whether there was enough time or not, it is your responsibility to let us know. Unannounced is utterly unexeptable."
"Well, I've brought many friends over for summer before Hogwarts," Hermione fought back, forgetting to keep her voice down. "And most of them were unannounced. Did you say anything? No. So what's wrong this time?"
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady."
"Well it's weird," Hermione pressed on. "What have you against Draco?"
"I have nothing against the boy."
"Oh yeah sure by the way you were glaring at him..." Hermione thought of something. "Is it 'cus he's a guy? Or is it 'cus you don't know him that well? Is it?"
Mrs. Granger tensed. When she spoke again, her voice was soft. "No, honey. It's not that..."
Hermione looked up. "Then what?"
Her mother looked away. "He reminds me so much of Narcissa." These words were so low that Hermione had to strain to catch them. But she did.
"What?!" Hermione sputtered. "Draco's mother? How the hell did you know about her?!"
"Mind that language." Mrs. Granger warned.
"B-but..." Hermione could do nothing but stare. "You said..."
"Never mind what I said. Now run along."
Hermione "ran along" She hobbled all the way down the hall.
"Where's Draco?" she questioned upon finding her father alone. His blond hair dipped into his eyes as he straightened up. His skin was tanned from playing in the sun. "Oh he took off." He said, repositioning his standing direction.
"Took off?" Hermione said confusingly. "Where did he go?"
"Don't know, Seems to have ran into that forest over there," he said as he swung the club. "FORE!" he shouted as he watched the ball sail onto the patch of green. "Nice kid. Mysterious, mysterious." While her mother leaned off to the strict side, Hermione's dad was daring, adventurous, and always, always made her laugh. Hermione always thought of him as an older brother rather than her father.
"I'm gonna go look for him, 'kay? N-not that there's anything going on..." Hermione added hastily.
"Sure honey muffin," her dad said after her. "Go find your little boyfriend." Hermione heard the teasing in his voice. "Yeah, I will, then we can hurry back for ol' daddy-o to give his blessing!" she hollered back.
Hermione thought no more as she entered the woods. Even at this time of day, the branches of birch trees were cascaded with a moonlike glow. The delicate leaves swayed in the gentle wind, swish swish. Hermione pushed away a slim branch, its points pricking her arm. Where was Draco? She pushed deeper and deeper into the darkness.
"Fine......I'll do as you say........."
Hermione froze. Draco's voice. Who was he talking to? She brushed aside the many branches. Suddenly, there was a gust of rushing wind. Hermione braced herself. Her hair flew across her face, blocking her view. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. Hermione held her breathe, waiting for something else to unexpectedly happen. Nothing. Gingerly she stepped out. Draco's back was to her. She looked past him. Nothing.
Draco turned. "What are you doing here?" he said, his voice calm, as if he knew the answer.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione shot back. "What happened to golf?"
He shrugged in answer.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked again. "You were talking—"
"I wasn't," he said, his gray eyes intense.
"But I heard!" Hermione protested. She felt confused. She wanted answers, she wanted them now.
"You heard wrong." Draco said simply.
"Unless I need a hearing aid, I know what I heard." Hermione said flatly.
"Well, maybe you do, 'cus I wasn't talking."
"Didn't you feel that gust of wind?"
He gave her a blank look. "What?"
"T-that wind... just a few seconds ago..."
"There was no wind." Draco replied. "You imagined it."
Hermione became more unsure by the second. "Then...what are you doing here?"
"Looking around. It looked pretty cool from the outside." Draco answered.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm hearing things, then. I heard you—"
"For the last time, it wasn't me."
She sighed. "Okay, lets get outta here then. I'm starving." She didn't wait before heading back. Draco was keeping something from her, she knew despite his words. She had had mind to tell him about her mother, but decided not to. Not now, anyway.
Sorry for not updating, my compie was down. Here's another chapter. Mysterious enough? Cyaz!
"W-what do you mean?" Hermione felt clogged at the throat. What had she done, bringing a guest home?
Mrs. Granger seemed to regain herself. "Hermione, I believe an introduction is much needed." she said in a warmer voice.
"Mom, Draco Malfoy. Draco, my Mom." Hermione said.
"Pleased to meet you," said she, extending a hand, which Draco grasped. She let go perhaps a bit quicker than necessary, but Hermione overlooked that.
"Mom—"
"HEADS!" a deep energetic voice floated in from out back.
"Is Dad practicing golf again?" Hermione said with a slight roll of her eyes.
Her mother gave a light laugh. "Some things never change." Then she turned and faced Draco. "Why don't you go enjoy yourself, get to know Hermione's father. He's quite easy to get along with."
Hermione could see Draco was caught offguard, but he shrugged and headed outside.
After the screen closed with a click, Hermione watched her mother on the sofa. Clearly she wanted to talk to her, so Hermione dropped a causion on the hardwood floor and made herself comfortable; she had a feeling she was going to sit there for a long time.
"Hermione," began Mrs. Granger at once. Her tone of voice was stern. "I don't mind you bringing a guest, but I'd trust you'd be responsible enough to at least let us know?"
"Well, I would have let you know, but there wasn't enough time—" Hermione retorted.
"Hermione Granger, I'm very disappointed in you." Her mother's voice was level, but hard. "Whether there was enough time or not, it is your responsibility to let us know. Unannounced is utterly unexeptable."
"Well, I've brought many friends over for summer before Hogwarts," Hermione fought back, forgetting to keep her voice down. "And most of them were unannounced. Did you say anything? No. So what's wrong this time?"
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady."
"Well it's weird," Hermione pressed on. "What have you against Draco?"
"I have nothing against the boy."
"Oh yeah sure by the way you were glaring at him..." Hermione thought of something. "Is it 'cus he's a guy? Or is it 'cus you don't know him that well? Is it?"
Mrs. Granger tensed. When she spoke again, her voice was soft. "No, honey. It's not that..."
Hermione looked up. "Then what?"
Her mother looked away. "He reminds me so much of Narcissa." These words were so low that Hermione had to strain to catch them. But she did.
"What?!" Hermione sputtered. "Draco's mother? How the hell did you know about her?!"
"Mind that language." Mrs. Granger warned.
"B-but..." Hermione could do nothing but stare. "You said..."
"Never mind what I said. Now run along."
Hermione "ran along" She hobbled all the way down the hall.
"Where's Draco?" she questioned upon finding her father alone. His blond hair dipped into his eyes as he straightened up. His skin was tanned from playing in the sun. "Oh he took off." He said, repositioning his standing direction.
"Took off?" Hermione said confusingly. "Where did he go?"
"Don't know, Seems to have ran into that forest over there," he said as he swung the club. "FORE!" he shouted as he watched the ball sail onto the patch of green. "Nice kid. Mysterious, mysterious." While her mother leaned off to the strict side, Hermione's dad was daring, adventurous, and always, always made her laugh. Hermione always thought of him as an older brother rather than her father.
"I'm gonna go look for him, 'kay? N-not that there's anything going on..." Hermione added hastily.
"Sure honey muffin," her dad said after her. "Go find your little boyfriend." Hermione heard the teasing in his voice. "Yeah, I will, then we can hurry back for ol' daddy-o to give his blessing!" she hollered back.
Hermione thought no more as she entered the woods. Even at this time of day, the branches of birch trees were cascaded with a moonlike glow. The delicate leaves swayed in the gentle wind, swish swish. Hermione pushed away a slim branch, its points pricking her arm. Where was Draco? She pushed deeper and deeper into the darkness.
"Fine......I'll do as you say........."
Hermione froze. Draco's voice. Who was he talking to? She brushed aside the many branches. Suddenly, there was a gust of rushing wind. Hermione braced herself. Her hair flew across her face, blocking her view. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. Hermione held her breathe, waiting for something else to unexpectedly happen. Nothing. Gingerly she stepped out. Draco's back was to her. She looked past him. Nothing.
Draco turned. "What are you doing here?" he said, his voice calm, as if he knew the answer.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione shot back. "What happened to golf?"
He shrugged in answer.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked again. "You were talking—"
"I wasn't," he said, his gray eyes intense.
"But I heard!" Hermione protested. She felt confused. She wanted answers, she wanted them now.
"You heard wrong." Draco said simply.
"Unless I need a hearing aid, I know what I heard." Hermione said flatly.
"Well, maybe you do, 'cus I wasn't talking."
"Didn't you feel that gust of wind?"
He gave her a blank look. "What?"
"T-that wind... just a few seconds ago..."
"There was no wind." Draco replied. "You imagined it."
Hermione became more unsure by the second. "Then...what are you doing here?"
"Looking around. It looked pretty cool from the outside." Draco answered.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm hearing things, then. I heard you—"
"For the last time, it wasn't me."
She sighed. "Okay, lets get outta here then. I'm starving." She didn't wait before heading back. Draco was keeping something from her, she knew despite his words. She had had mind to tell him about her mother, but decided not to. Not now, anyway.
Sorry for not updating, my compie was down. Here's another chapter. Mysterious enough? Cyaz!