CHAPTER THREE
IN THE HALLS OF HOGWARTS ~the library~
Hermione fumed as she walked through the castle ending up at the library. She walked to the back of the room and sat down in her favorite white, overly-stuffed, chair, still trying to vent all of her frustrations but that was becoming harder by the minute. She finally resorted to talking to herself."I can't believe after all these years he doesn't remember.." saying the last few words softly, almost inaudibly. All Hermione could do was try to believe in the end he would finally remember.. 'Hopefully that was sooner instead of later', she though bitterly. 'Life just isnt that fair though.'
~back in the common room~
Draco slowly came back to his senses and walked out of the common room. He was thinking about what Hermione had said nearly causing him to run straight into a young Ravencalw 2nd year. He muttered an apology that sounded a lot like "pardon me, sorry for not paying attention to where I was going.." then kept walking leaving a very shocked and very confused girl behind. He continued down the hallway and started talking to himself. A habit he had from his younger years, but how he got this strange habit he couldn't pinpoint it even though it was on the tip of his tongue just begging to be revealed. Mostly talking to himself if anyone was how it usually was, this time was no different. "Bloody hell! Why is this bothering me so much? Why should I care if she knew my middle name..wait..How! did SHE know MY middle name..very few people other than family and very very close friends of the family were the only people that knew and even some of those didn't.."
~headmaster's office ~ later that evening~
Professor Dumbledore sat silently at his desk listening to the women in front of him intently. Narcissa Black Malfoy and Jennifer Elliot Granger.
"Why can't we tell him, Albus? Hermione remembers everything, he deserves to know!" Narcissa tried to reason with the old headmaster while holding onto her long-time friends hand.
"Albus, you know as well as Narcissa and I that we, the two of us that is, cannot let this continue without telling the boy. Narcissa is right. He DOES deserve to know." Jennifer stated. She squeezed Narcissa's hand gently trying to comfort her a little.
"Ladies, I assure you Mr Malfoy will remember on his own when the time comes for him to. Give him a while longer. For now we just have to hope that Miss Granger will understand that the measures must be and very much so need to be taken before she can tell him everything. Hopefully she hasn't let too much slip?" Albus Dumbledore regaurded the women with a twinkle in his eyes and smiled merily at the two destressed women in front of him that just couldn't understand how he was so sure of this..
"Would you like tea or maybe some Lemon Drops? Just make sure you don't get anything Fred or George Weasley may have left in there from their last visit." He winked and the women's moods finally lightened slightly causing them to laugh a little. ~A/N:~
I want to say thanks to all of you guys who are reading this story it means a lot to me and im trying my hardest to get some more written..its really hard at the moment I've been going through a tough time and I hope that this story can serve as an outlet so maybe ill have another chapter up soon. Please review and I hope you are still enjoying the story. Any suggestions would be more than welcome!
Always
~PhyrePrincess~
IN THE HALLS OF HOGWARTS ~the library~
Hermione fumed as she walked through the castle ending up at the library. She walked to the back of the room and sat down in her favorite white, overly-stuffed, chair, still trying to vent all of her frustrations but that was becoming harder by the minute. She finally resorted to talking to herself."I can't believe after all these years he doesn't remember.." saying the last few words softly, almost inaudibly. All Hermione could do was try to believe in the end he would finally remember.. 'Hopefully that was sooner instead of later', she though bitterly. 'Life just isnt that fair though.'
~back in the common room~
Draco slowly came back to his senses and walked out of the common room. He was thinking about what Hermione had said nearly causing him to run straight into a young Ravencalw 2nd year. He muttered an apology that sounded a lot like "pardon me, sorry for not paying attention to where I was going.." then kept walking leaving a very shocked and very confused girl behind. He continued down the hallway and started talking to himself. A habit he had from his younger years, but how he got this strange habit he couldn't pinpoint it even though it was on the tip of his tongue just begging to be revealed. Mostly talking to himself if anyone was how it usually was, this time was no different. "Bloody hell! Why is this bothering me so much? Why should I care if she knew my middle name..wait..How! did SHE know MY middle name..very few people other than family and very very close friends of the family were the only people that knew and even some of those didn't.."
~headmaster's office ~ later that evening~
Professor Dumbledore sat silently at his desk listening to the women in front of him intently. Narcissa Black Malfoy and Jennifer Elliot Granger.
"Why can't we tell him, Albus? Hermione remembers everything, he deserves to know!" Narcissa tried to reason with the old headmaster while holding onto her long-time friends hand.
"Albus, you know as well as Narcissa and I that we, the two of us that is, cannot let this continue without telling the boy. Narcissa is right. He DOES deserve to know." Jennifer stated. She squeezed Narcissa's hand gently trying to comfort her a little.
"Ladies, I assure you Mr Malfoy will remember on his own when the time comes for him to. Give him a while longer. For now we just have to hope that Miss Granger will understand that the measures must be and very much so need to be taken before she can tell him everything. Hopefully she hasn't let too much slip?" Albus Dumbledore regaurded the women with a twinkle in his eyes and smiled merily at the two destressed women in front of him that just couldn't understand how he was so sure of this..
"Would you like tea or maybe some Lemon Drops? Just make sure you don't get anything Fred or George Weasley may have left in there from their last visit." He winked and the women's moods finally lightened slightly causing them to laugh a little. ~A/N:~
I want to say thanks to all of you guys who are reading this story it means a lot to me and im trying my hardest to get some more written..its really hard at the moment I've been going through a tough time and I hope that this story can serve as an outlet so maybe ill have another chapter up soon. Please review and I hope you are still enjoying the story. Any suggestions would be more than welcome!
Always
~PhyrePrincess~