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*****DRACO'S SIDE OF THE STORY*******
I came to this bloody reunion,just for one thing,Hermione Granger.The moment I saw her,my heart leaped as if it had been revived;I felt my tongue go dry.
What would I say?What would I do?I had no idea.I craned my neck around at the platform,trying to see her,but to no avail.Throughout the day I was stuck with Pansy,my 'wonderful' wife.She kept her pregnancy so secret from me,that I didn't konw until Hermione shuffed the magazine in my face.
Anyhow,I met her later after dinner,actually saw her from the corner of my eye.I was shocked.She had changed SO much.Her eyes bore anger in them,but what shocked me most was the little boy of two years old,he looked exactly like me.I was seriously puzzled,and wanted to talk to her right then,right now.Then I felt Pansy's cold arm link in mine.Her cat-like eyes looked at me expectantly and we decided to have an amicable conversation.
I tried to look into Hermione's eyes,and tell her I still loved her.But I was captivated by how nonchalent Pansy seemed about Elan,Hermione's son,my son.We talked amicalbly,I had made the effort and asked about Elan's father,trying to catch Hermione's attention.Instead without a stop,she said,"Greg is at dinner.".Jealousy filled my mind,Greg?Who was Greg?Is he Elan's father?
I wanted to ask somemore,but she curtly excused herself,and left.Pansy led me away to talk to Walter,Millicent Bullstrode's husband.
I saw her leave,yet not alone,a tall and fair man was with her,his arm around her waist,guiding her,Elan's hand clasped firmly in his,he turned his head briefly,and immediately I knew who he was.I knew just who Greg was,and judging by Hermione's trust in him,she didn't know really this bit of detail.
Gregory Movarne Smith,a son of one of Lucius' late 'associaties',funnily,I never knew much about Gregory Smith,just had a rather awkward 'friendship' as my late father would call it.
Why was he here?Why does he know Hermione?Surely they were not together?Questions bombarded me,as I watched them from the corner of my eye.Smith had been rather lanky when we were younger,but now,he was tall,handsome and mysterious.I was insanely jealous,more then insanely jealous,even words could not describe my jealousy when I saw Smith guide Hermione away,with Elan smiling at him.
I couldn't sleep that night,flashes of our relationship,and pictures of Elan flashed simutanously in my mind,I tossed and turned,tried not to wake Pansy,thankfully,she sleeps like a log.
I hated Pansy Parkinson,always have.I admit that after being legally married to her,I have seen her change,and quite dramatically in fact.But she would never ever replace Hermione in my heart.No one could.
I gave up trying to sleep.I got out of bed and walked silently to the balcony that conjoined Hermione's room to mine.I saw a beautiful sight.Hermione.Looking dreamily at the stars.
I confronted her about Elan,reluctantly she spilled the truth,but I heard only the part that 'So what if Elan IS your son?' I clearly didn't catch the 'Parkison is pregnant' or any of the scathing remarks she made.I was elated beyond words.But her next few sentences hit my like a ton of bricks.
Parkinson,pregnant.I read the bloody interview,but I pleaded with Hermione,begged,persuaded her.I could see it in her eyes,she wanted to run back to me.Everything was perfect,she would have come back to me.Before she heard Parkinson's soft and seductive tone,calling me.
What in the blazes could she want?But I couldn't ignore her,and whispered to Hermione that I would talk to her soon.I couldn't bear to see the pained look in her eyes and left.
Unexpectedly,I thought Parkinson was sleeping,infact she had called Zabini and Bullstrode to the room,so they could hear about the 'good news'.She gave me the news and I yelled in pure zest.I just yelled.It felt different coming from her mouth.That I would be a father.Then Hermione and Elan flashed into my mind.
I remained silent the rest of the night,with Parkinson's arms snaked around my waist.I must get them both back,I must get Hermione and Elan back....I chanted silently,and prayed hopefully that it would be true.
OH YES,AND A SURPRISED,2 CHAPTERS AT ONCE!!! CHAPTER 8 AND 9 ARE UPLOADING NOW!!!...
*****DRACO'S SIDE OF THE STORY*******
I came to this bloody reunion,just for one thing,Hermione Granger.The moment I saw her,my heart leaped as if it had been revived;I felt my tongue go dry.
What would I say?What would I do?I had no idea.I craned my neck around at the platform,trying to see her,but to no avail.Throughout the day I was stuck with Pansy,my 'wonderful' wife.She kept her pregnancy so secret from me,that I didn't konw until Hermione shuffed the magazine in my face.
Anyhow,I met her later after dinner,actually saw her from the corner of my eye.I was shocked.She had changed SO much.Her eyes bore anger in them,but what shocked me most was the little boy of two years old,he looked exactly like me.I was seriously puzzled,and wanted to talk to her right then,right now.Then I felt Pansy's cold arm link in mine.Her cat-like eyes looked at me expectantly and we decided to have an amicable conversation.
I tried to look into Hermione's eyes,and tell her I still loved her.But I was captivated by how nonchalent Pansy seemed about Elan,Hermione's son,my son.We talked amicalbly,I had made the effort and asked about Elan's father,trying to catch Hermione's attention.Instead without a stop,she said,"Greg is at dinner.".Jealousy filled my mind,Greg?Who was Greg?Is he Elan's father?
I wanted to ask somemore,but she curtly excused herself,and left.Pansy led me away to talk to Walter,Millicent Bullstrode's husband.
I saw her leave,yet not alone,a tall and fair man was with her,his arm around her waist,guiding her,Elan's hand clasped firmly in his,he turned his head briefly,and immediately I knew who he was.I knew just who Greg was,and judging by Hermione's trust in him,she didn't know really this bit of detail.
Gregory Movarne Smith,a son of one of Lucius' late 'associaties',funnily,I never knew much about Gregory Smith,just had a rather awkward 'friendship' as my late father would call it.
Why was he here?Why does he know Hermione?Surely they were not together?Questions bombarded me,as I watched them from the corner of my eye.Smith had been rather lanky when we were younger,but now,he was tall,handsome and mysterious.I was insanely jealous,more then insanely jealous,even words could not describe my jealousy when I saw Smith guide Hermione away,with Elan smiling at him.
I couldn't sleep that night,flashes of our relationship,and pictures of Elan flashed simutanously in my mind,I tossed and turned,tried not to wake Pansy,thankfully,she sleeps like a log.
I hated Pansy Parkinson,always have.I admit that after being legally married to her,I have seen her change,and quite dramatically in fact.But she would never ever replace Hermione in my heart.No one could.
I gave up trying to sleep.I got out of bed and walked silently to the balcony that conjoined Hermione's room to mine.I saw a beautiful sight.Hermione.Looking dreamily at the stars.
I confronted her about Elan,reluctantly she spilled the truth,but I heard only the part that 'So what if Elan IS your son?' I clearly didn't catch the 'Parkison is pregnant' or any of the scathing remarks she made.I was elated beyond words.But her next few sentences hit my like a ton of bricks.
Parkinson,pregnant.I read the bloody interview,but I pleaded with Hermione,begged,persuaded her.I could see it in her eyes,she wanted to run back to me.Everything was perfect,she would have come back to me.Before she heard Parkinson's soft and seductive tone,calling me.
What in the blazes could she want?But I couldn't ignore her,and whispered to Hermione that I would talk to her soon.I couldn't bear to see the pained look in her eyes and left.
Unexpectedly,I thought Parkinson was sleeping,infact she had called Zabini and Bullstrode to the room,so they could hear about the 'good news'.She gave me the news and I yelled in pure zest.I just yelled.It felt different coming from her mouth.That I would be a father.Then Hermione and Elan flashed into my mind.
I remained silent the rest of the night,with Parkinson's arms snaked around my waist.I must get them both back,I must get Hermione and Elan back....I chanted silently,and prayed hopefully that it would be true.