New story! hahahahahahhhahaha! ill b updating Seeing What Should Not Be Seen and When It's Over? ASAP because i just got a new compy and ive been doin my reviewing (hahah, rhyming) on my grandmas computer, so i couldnt update. my old compy got the trojan horse (computer virus) but now everything's A okay :-) enjoy my new story, and tell me what u think! there are HBP spoilers in this, only a few, and this, like most my other stories, is DMHG. i kno the pairing will never happen, but it is by far the most interesting one out there. i always wondered what would happen if the two of them ended up together.
The far reaches of the sun's rays barely touched the top of faraway mountains as the small village below them grew dark and became accustomed the the evening. The main tavern in said village, Hartfordshire, was still busy, ignoring the growing darkness with increasing ease.
"I didn't forget you, Mr. Pernickle, you're the one who brought ruin to your bedroom and tore up the feather pillows." A young woman, no older than twenty-five, with long, slightly bushy hair and thoughtful brown eyes told a plump bald man.
"I never forget a face. I thought we told you that you were no longer welcome. I'm sorry, find another hotel, please. You're allowed a drink for the travel, of course." The man scowled and swore something terrible, but the girl paid no attention to it. She was accustomed to ruffians and their foul language.
That's not going to change my mind. She thought sadly before waving goodbye to the man and returning her attention to the job at hand. There were nine maids that cleaned rooms at the tavern, her tavern, and at least one of them was stealing. She quickly devised a chart alongside the list of the maids' names and their hours. Within three minutes she discovered the culprit.
I'll fire her in the morning. She deserves a good night's sleep. The girl scowled as she contemplated this, becoming increasingly more annoyed by her job. Her talents would have much better been served in the wizarding world, not some tiny village, working at a tavern.
Hermione Granger was, in a word, brilliant. She had been at the top of all of her classes, with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts, that had been Harry's specialty. In six year he also bested her in potions, but that was only because the trader Snape's potion book, a.k.a the Half-Blood Prince.
It had been Harry's idea to ship her to the middle of nowhere, for her own safety, which she thought was preposterous. He visited her monthly and even more often after Ron's death. She winced at the memory, she had loved him. She had known it for a while, but before either of them could do much about it, he had been killed by Voldemort himself.
That evening Hermione did her best to play gracious hostess and ignore the drunken slurs and attempts on her. They must be really drunk. She joked to herself. She never prided herself on being a beauty, but she was quite attractive. Her face was wise beyond her years, and her eyes were still full of expression, despite the horrors they had faced. She would never be a great beauty, but she was pretty.
She never studied a stranger's face, in fear that they would be somewhat connected with her past. Little did she know that that same evening one of her former schoolmates would return.
"Hello sir," She said politely, glancing up at the cloaked figure before her. 'Welcome to Hartfordshire." The man simply nodded, though under his hood he was investigating her. She looks different, he realized, but he knew that she did not recognize him.
"Name, please?" She asked carefully, not wishing to offend. So many drunks can be easily offended.
"Smith." He responded shortly, twirling his wand under the cloak. She looked at him skeptically before nodding.
"Alright, it's thirty-five for a night, but sixty for two. Bargain." She smiled slightly, though the expression did not quite reach her eyes.
The figure was slightly puzzled. "How many of these?" He asked quietly, pushing forward a handful of galleons. She nearly choked at the sight and shook her head fervently.
"We...we don't accept those Mr. Smith." There was a definite edge to her voice as she spoke. "We take checks, pounds, not gold coins the size of hupcaps." She sneered, pushing the currency away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." His voice was dangerously soft now, and the ice in his voice sent chills up her spine.
"Your kind isn't accepted here. I will let you stay, but if you hurt any of the Muggles..." She kept her voice quiet, but her eyes flashed dangerously.
"Where would the fun be in that, Granger." She was unperturbed by the use of her name and just shook her head.
"Get out of here. I know why you're here, and it won't work." She told him strongly, crossing off the name Smith effectively.
"So I won't take you to the Dark Lord against your will? Well, you could have fooled me." She felt herself paling, but in an instant she had her wand raised and pointed in his face.
"That's right you won't. Harry set up anti-apparation charms around here and none of the fires are connected to the floo network." She answered, knowing that the other form of disappearing would be too conspicuous.
"Just leave me be. I'm not helping anyone, Harry saw to that." With amusement he noticed the resentment in her voice. "I don't want to attack you, especially not here with all of the Muggles." There was an undertone to her voice that seemed to say but I will if I've got to.
"You could be a great ally in this war, Granger. I advised against it." He pulled his hood down, revealing a handsome young man with near-white blond hair and cold gray eyes. She had known it was him, but seeing him made her heart leap.
"Haven't seen you since the night Dumbledore..." She choked on the words, but kept her eyes fixed on him.
"But I so wanted to, Granger. You separated from Harry, Ron dead? I could not have asked for a better opportunity." Hermione smiled oddly as he spoke.
"You may be Voldemort's man, but I can still whip you." He nodded, accepting this. He knew it was true, the only two in the school better at jinxing than her were Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter.
"That's why I believe that you will come peacefully." Before she could stop him, he shot his arm and pulled a frazzled looking woman to his chest, pointing his wand to the woman's chest.
"Why don't you be a good girl and follow me?" His voice was playful, but his eyes remained indifferent.
She hesitated, and in that instant he spoke again, a horrifying smile lighting his face. "I'll kill every single Muggle in this inn." With that she approached him cautiously, and he read her eyes.
"Please, I am not going to hurt you." She extended her hand and put it on his shoulder before kicking the Muggle out from him grip. It all happened so quickly that neither of them quite understood it. Once the woman was safe Hermione screamed a hex and kicked Malfoy in the shins, causing him to stumble. She summoned his wand and looked down at him in loathing.
"Come back here and I will kill you." And he left, but with every intention of returning.
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