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A Most Unexpected Love
Chapter 3: Changes For the Better
"Well Honey...her name is Narcissa....Narcissa Malfoy."
"Are you off your rocker mom?? You can't possibly expect me to stay the rest of my summer with those foul Malfoys!!" Of course, that's not what Hermione really said. A feeble "...Oh..." was all she could muster up.
"You're leaving tomorrow at 8 am sharp. Now im going downstairs to fix breakfast. It will be ready in a half hour....pancakes sound ok?"
"...Yea... pancakes...great..." Unfortunately, Hermione didn't think that sounded as enthusiastic as it was meant to. Her mother walked towards her door to leave
"Hermione... I do love you...It really was all for your own good...you do forgive me...don't you?"
"Yes mother....of course I forgive you." Hermione's mother gave her one last smile before she walked down the hallway. Realizing she was still in bed, Hermione jumped out from under her sheets and began to do the thing she did best (besides studying that is)...which of course is to freak out!
"How could she do this to me?!?" She said to her self. "Does she really not realize how much I loathe, hate, and utterly despise the Malfoys?? And especially Draco!!" Suddenly, a more sensible side of Hermione spoke.
"You're right Hermione, she doesn't realize it. You do remember how careful you've been to hide the fact you get teased from your mother...don't you?"
And she was right. She had been rather careful to hide that aspect of her life from her mother. It wasn't her mother's fault. Had she known what a nasty little prat Narcissa Malfoy's son had grown up to be, she definitely would not have made this horrible arrangement in the first place...Suddenly Hermione realized that somehow she was moving. It took a few moments to register that she was pacing... which was something she only did when she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She had to calm down. She sat down on the edge of her bed and slowly drew in a big breath of air. After holding it in for a few, she slowly let it escape through the tiny hole in her lips. This process always helped to clear her mind.
"There," she said. "All better." Hermione began to relax. It was now when Hermione's sensible side stepped in. "Listen Hermione. Let's be reasonable. The plans have already been made. There's nothing you can do. And besides, you don't really want to spoil your parent's special anniversary... do you?
Again, Hermione's sensible side was right. She was acting rather immature about this whole matter. It was settled. She was going whether she liked it or not. With that matter settled she slipped her feet into her orange fuzzy slippers and walked down to breakfast.
Funny how time works. When you are looking forward to something, time feels that its fit to pass as slow as it wants. But as soon as you dread a coming event, the say seems to pass as if someone had a giant remote and pressed the fast forward button.
And that was exactly how Hermione's day went. By the time she had finished breakfast it was already past noon. Realizing that she practically had her whole room to pack, she grudgingly climbed the flight of stairs to finish packing.
It was nearly 11:30 by the time she had arranged and rearranged her clothing to fit in her trunks. After doing a half-hearted job at brushing her teeth (which was not something she usually did... after all, her parents were dentists), she changed into her pajamas and fell asleep.
The next morning she was awaken by her mother at 7:00 am.
Hermione was frantic. "Mother!!!! This only leaves me 1 hour to get ready!!" Even though it was the Malfoys, she still wanted to be on time for a good first impression.
"Sorry honey. Your father and I were up late last night packing. We just barely got up our selves. If you want you can-"
But Hermione didn't hear the rest of what her mother was saying. She had slammed the door shut. She really didn't have time to hear what her mother was saying. This was really unlike her, but with all that had happened in the last day, who could be normal?
"Good thing I picked out my outfit last night," she said to no one in particular. Luckily, last night she had settled upon wearing a black halter top with dark blue jeans and black flip flops, so she didn't have to pick out her outfit. She admired her self in her mirror. She must admit, she did look all right. Though she was slow to mature, when she finally did, it was well worth the wait. Hermione did not really need make up, she had natural beauty... and tons of it. Her hair was no longer bushy and uncontrollable, but now fell in long, soft waves that beautifully framed her face. Though many of her friends had noticed the change in Hermione (one red-headed boy in particular), she was blissfully unaware of it...which made her all the more beautiful. But now, even Hermione was beginning to notice how pretty she was becoming. Realizing she was on quite a short time schedule, she cut her mirror session short.
She hurriedly brushed her teeth through on some light mascara and lip gloss and brushed her hair. By 7:50 her trunks were by the door and she was ready to go. She was just about to sit down to wait by the door when the bell rang. "Wow. She's early." Hermione loved a person who knew how to manage their time Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Hermione's mother ran from to kitchen to greet their guest. When the door was opened, Hermione was very surprised with what she saw. The lady who was standing in the door way was not the tight-lipped woman she remembered from the quidditch world cup back in her fourth year. Instead, she was greeted by a smiling woman, who possessed so much of the natural beauty Hermione had herself.
Hermione's mother was the first to speak. "Narcissa!! My God...look at you! You look great!"
"Thank you! And look at you!!!" A huge smile was on both the friends faces." Oh... my old friend its been too tong... almost 20 years...."
The two friends embraced in a huge hug and left Hermione standing there...feeling just a tad awkward.
Narcissa finally noticed the pretty girl who was standing there and ended the embrace. "And you must be Hermione! You're more beautiful than I ever imagined."
Hermione's cheek turned a slight shade of pink. Narcissa didn't seem to remember their encounter at the world quidditch cup. Hermione supposed it was better this way. "Thank you. Pleased to meet you Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa's radiant smile momentarily turned to a frown. "Nonsense, We will have none of that Mrs. business...Please..." The smile returned to her face. "Call me Narcissa."
Hermione gave a small chuckle. "Alright then. Pleased to meet you Narcissa."
Now it was Narcissa's turn to chuckle. "Now that's more like it! Well... I hate to cut the visit short but we really must be going. I left Draco at home asleep. If he wakes up and I'm not there he might be worried."
With the mention of Draco's name, Hermione was quickly reminded of what lay before her. She pushed the thought out of her head and gave her mother a long hug goodbye and a quick kiss. "Love ya mom."
"I love you too honey... see you at Christmas!"
"Definitely." Hermione walked down the driveway with her suitcases in tow, toward Narcissa's car. As Narcissa started the engine, Hermione turned and gave her mother one last wave as she backed out of the driveway and toward her new home for the summer.
Millions of thought swirled through her head. What will the house be like? Has Draco changed? (she doubted it) Will the summer be as bad as she expected? She decided the answers to the questions didn't matter any way. After all, they would all be answered when she got there.
"Man..." she thought to herself. "What am I getting my self into?"
A Most Unexpected Love
Chapter 3: Changes For the Better
"Well Honey...her name is Narcissa....Narcissa Malfoy."
"Are you off your rocker mom?? You can't possibly expect me to stay the rest of my summer with those foul Malfoys!!" Of course, that's not what Hermione really said. A feeble "...Oh..." was all she could muster up.
"You're leaving tomorrow at 8 am sharp. Now im going downstairs to fix breakfast. It will be ready in a half hour....pancakes sound ok?"
"...Yea... pancakes...great..." Unfortunately, Hermione didn't think that sounded as enthusiastic as it was meant to. Her mother walked towards her door to leave
"Hermione... I do love you...It really was all for your own good...you do forgive me...don't you?"
"Yes mother....of course I forgive you." Hermione's mother gave her one last smile before she walked down the hallway. Realizing she was still in bed, Hermione jumped out from under her sheets and began to do the thing she did best (besides studying that is)...which of course is to freak out!
"How could she do this to me?!?" She said to her self. "Does she really not realize how much I loathe, hate, and utterly despise the Malfoys?? And especially Draco!!" Suddenly, a more sensible side of Hermione spoke.
"You're right Hermione, she doesn't realize it. You do remember how careful you've been to hide the fact you get teased from your mother...don't you?"
And she was right. She had been rather careful to hide that aspect of her life from her mother. It wasn't her mother's fault. Had she known what a nasty little prat Narcissa Malfoy's son had grown up to be, she definitely would not have made this horrible arrangement in the first place...Suddenly Hermione realized that somehow she was moving. It took a few moments to register that she was pacing... which was something she only did when she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She had to calm down. She sat down on the edge of her bed and slowly drew in a big breath of air. After holding it in for a few, she slowly let it escape through the tiny hole in her lips. This process always helped to clear her mind.
"There," she said. "All better." Hermione began to relax. It was now when Hermione's sensible side stepped in. "Listen Hermione. Let's be reasonable. The plans have already been made. There's nothing you can do. And besides, you don't really want to spoil your parent's special anniversary... do you?
Again, Hermione's sensible side was right. She was acting rather immature about this whole matter. It was settled. She was going whether she liked it or not. With that matter settled she slipped her feet into her orange fuzzy slippers and walked down to breakfast.
Funny how time works. When you are looking forward to something, time feels that its fit to pass as slow as it wants. But as soon as you dread a coming event, the say seems to pass as if someone had a giant remote and pressed the fast forward button.
And that was exactly how Hermione's day went. By the time she had finished breakfast it was already past noon. Realizing that she practically had her whole room to pack, she grudgingly climbed the flight of stairs to finish packing.
It was nearly 11:30 by the time she had arranged and rearranged her clothing to fit in her trunks. After doing a half-hearted job at brushing her teeth (which was not something she usually did... after all, her parents were dentists), she changed into her pajamas and fell asleep.
The next morning she was awaken by her mother at 7:00 am.
Hermione was frantic. "Mother!!!! This only leaves me 1 hour to get ready!!" Even though it was the Malfoys, she still wanted to be on time for a good first impression.
"Sorry honey. Your father and I were up late last night packing. We just barely got up our selves. If you want you can-"
But Hermione didn't hear the rest of what her mother was saying. She had slammed the door shut. She really didn't have time to hear what her mother was saying. This was really unlike her, but with all that had happened in the last day, who could be normal?
"Good thing I picked out my outfit last night," she said to no one in particular. Luckily, last night she had settled upon wearing a black halter top with dark blue jeans and black flip flops, so she didn't have to pick out her outfit. She admired her self in her mirror. She must admit, she did look all right. Though she was slow to mature, when she finally did, it was well worth the wait. Hermione did not really need make up, she had natural beauty... and tons of it. Her hair was no longer bushy and uncontrollable, but now fell in long, soft waves that beautifully framed her face. Though many of her friends had noticed the change in Hermione (one red-headed boy in particular), she was blissfully unaware of it...which made her all the more beautiful. But now, even Hermione was beginning to notice how pretty she was becoming. Realizing she was on quite a short time schedule, she cut her mirror session short.
She hurriedly brushed her teeth through on some light mascara and lip gloss and brushed her hair. By 7:50 her trunks were by the door and she was ready to go. She was just about to sit down to wait by the door when the bell rang. "Wow. She's early." Hermione loved a person who knew how to manage their time Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Hermione's mother ran from to kitchen to greet their guest. When the door was opened, Hermione was very surprised with what she saw. The lady who was standing in the door way was not the tight-lipped woman she remembered from the quidditch world cup back in her fourth year. Instead, she was greeted by a smiling woman, who possessed so much of the natural beauty Hermione had herself.
Hermione's mother was the first to speak. "Narcissa!! My God...look at you! You look great!"
"Thank you! And look at you!!!" A huge smile was on both the friends faces." Oh... my old friend its been too tong... almost 20 years...."
The two friends embraced in a huge hug and left Hermione standing there...feeling just a tad awkward.
Narcissa finally noticed the pretty girl who was standing there and ended the embrace. "And you must be Hermione! You're more beautiful than I ever imagined."
Hermione's cheek turned a slight shade of pink. Narcissa didn't seem to remember their encounter at the world quidditch cup. Hermione supposed it was better this way. "Thank you. Pleased to meet you Mrs. Malfoy."
Narcissa's radiant smile momentarily turned to a frown. "Nonsense, We will have none of that Mrs. business...Please..." The smile returned to her face. "Call me Narcissa."
Hermione gave a small chuckle. "Alright then. Pleased to meet you Narcissa."
Now it was Narcissa's turn to chuckle. "Now that's more like it! Well... I hate to cut the visit short but we really must be going. I left Draco at home asleep. If he wakes up and I'm not there he might be worried."
With the mention of Draco's name, Hermione was quickly reminded of what lay before her. She pushed the thought out of her head and gave her mother a long hug goodbye and a quick kiss. "Love ya mom."
"I love you too honey... see you at Christmas!"
"Definitely." Hermione walked down the driveway with her suitcases in tow, toward Narcissa's car. As Narcissa started the engine, Hermione turned and gave her mother one last wave as she backed out of the driveway and toward her new home for the summer.
Millions of thought swirled through her head. What will the house be like? Has Draco changed? (she doubted it) Will the summer be as bad as she expected? She decided the answers to the questions didn't matter any way. After all, they would all be answered when she got there.
"Man..." she thought to herself. "What am I getting my self into?"