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Dear Readers,
To all you guys wondering if I know what I'm talking about with the Head Boy/Head boy position, I have news for you. First, Draco and Hermione didn't receive their letters in the summer. Dumbledore announced it. So therefore things are different this year. Secondly, if you try to contradict me with the fact that Draco knew he was head boy beforehand, I say this. Draco's father and mother have connections, duh. Although as you know, Lucius is dead. Also I will be going into the next year as well, where a new position shall be revealed. This chapter will only focus on Hermione and Draco so sorry to disappoint you or happy to make you happy. Anyway back to the story and thanks for your reviews.=SavagePrincess
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Innocent Desire
Chpt 12: Meetings and Greetings Part II
Hermione woke up hearing voices coming from the common room outside her door.
She got up sleepily, got dressed quickly, and headed for the door, not knowing what to expect.
Getting closer, she recognized one as Draco's and another as Albus Dumbledore's, but she also
heard a voice she did not recognize, a female voice. She slowly opened the door to reveal, as
she had presumed, Draco, Dumbledore and a young female witch in lime green robes and a
silvery cloak. She smiled at Hermione as she wandered in drowsily.
"Hermione, good morning. I would like you to meet your Aunt Ista." Dumbledore said
informingly, pointing to the young witch in front of her.
Hermione smiled at her and looked over at Draco, who was beaming at her. She didn't
understand for a second, until she remembered he was going with her.
"All right, you two. Let's go get in the carriage to see your parents, Hermione." Ista said in
a sweet, maternal, voice as she grinned at them both. Hermione went to her room to get her
things, but found they were gone, so she guessed they were already in the carriage. As they
headed down the steps of the entrance hall, Draco came up beside Hermione, smiled at her
cheerfully, and grabbed her hand. She looked quizzingly at their hands and then smiled
awkwardly as she saw he was holding her hand.
They exited the front doors to find a stunning silver carriage with light gold trim drawn by
four black stallions with elegant bridles. "Is that what we're going in?" Hermione asked. "Oh,
yes, dear. But you'll be riding in much more elegant carriages at my home. I had to borrow one
from my friend at the Ministry. I do hope you can manage."Aunt Ista replied. "Oh, yes, I'll
manage fine. It's just that I didn't expect this much for me."Hermione said.
"Oh trust me. You're in for many more wonderful things very soon. Just wait till you see your
room at my house. You two will love it."
"Excuse me did you say our room? Draco said.
"As in a one room for the two of us?" Hermione added.
"Why, yes. I figure since you two are together, you should have a room together for your
comfort." She said as the carriage took off into the sky.
"Together? Me and Draco aren't together. He's my bodyguard." Hermione said embarrassed.
"Oh. It's a shame. You looked like such a good couple" Ista said as Draco looked at the floor
from Hermione comment about them not being "together".
"Well, back to the suprises you will have. Your parents have a surprise for you as well."
"Really. I can't wait to see what they have for me."
"Yeah. I cant' wait either" Draco thought.
After nearly three hours riding in a carriage, they arrived in front of a vast shimmering
mansion neither of them had seen before. As they landed coarsely in front of it, a short, thin man
came and opened the carriage door and bowed. "Thank you, Cypriun." Ista said as she exited
the carriage. Hermione and Draco stepped out of the carriage, looking up at the mansion in awe.
"It's huge. I don't even have a mansion this big, and that's saying something." Draco said,
looking at the manor in astonishment.
"It's the biggest in England, you know. Built by our ancestor, Burdock Muldoon in the 14th
century. It was a present to his wife, Rose, who Hermione got her middle name from." Ista said to them as they began to follow her up the stairs to the double doors of the manor.
"Now Cypriun has already put your things in your room and he will show you where it is now.
Lunch will be served in half-an-hour and you will get to see your parents then, Hermione. Go on
then." Ista said before rushing off in a room across the hall from them.
"My name is Cypriun, I am the chief butler. I will show you to your room. If you need
anything,just ring the bell." Cypriun said in a rich french accent, as he led them up to a large
carpet at the end of a hallway.
He said something in Latin and the carpet began to rise. They guessed they went about two
floors when they arrived at a long hallway which contained only three doors.
"The one on the left is your bedroom and bathroom, the one closest to me on the right is
your lounge, and the other on the right is a elevator to get anywhere in the castle. If that is all I
will leave you."
"Thank you Cypriun. That's all we needed to know."Hermione said and headed to the bedroom.
"Thank you, Miss Hermione."
Draco followed her into the bedroom. Inside were two dressers, a full- length mirror, a
large wooden desk, two doors, and a large king-sized four-poster bed.
"Looks like you will be "sleeping" with me after all." Draco said smugly.
"Well, I guess It won't be that bad. Hermione thought. I've slept with Draco before on the couch. He is nice and warm. I guess I can live with it."
They explored the two doors they had seen to find a giant walk- in closet with all their closet in
it and a massive bathroom complete with a swimming-pool sized bathtub with drink holders, a
shower, a sink and vanity, and, of course a toilet.
"Wow" was all Hermione could say as she explored everything. They explored the room
for a while before heading down to dinner. Cypriun showed them to the dining room, a immense
room which contained a long wooden table and over a hundred chairs which took up the lenght of the room. Hermione
ran and greeted her parents with hugs. Draco shook Mr. Granger's hand and politely kissed Mrs. Granger's, which made her blush.
"I like this one, Hermione. He's very charming."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. And Mrs. Granger, even on bad circumstances." Draco
said respectfully.
"Actually that's why we invited you here. We need to talk to you about our "divorce."Mr.
Granger said.
"Now this may come as a bit of a shock, but we haven't been exactly honest with you,
Hermione.
You see we're not what we appear." Ms. Granger said.
"We brought you here today to tell you we're not getting a divorce and that you, Hermione,
are not a muggle born."
"What that's impossible. You're muggles."Hermione said, not believing her ears.
"That's just it. We're not. We are both wizards. We just waited to tell you till you were
ready. This is your real home. We're purebloods, Hermione, and your last name is not Granger, It's Fedilay. You had a little sister, who died at a young age from an uncureable case of Gigvicious Fever. You are also engaged from birth to another pureblood family's son. You have heard of the Malfoys, have you not?"
"Of course, she has. I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said, answering the question for Hermione, as she seemed to be in a state of shock.
"Well then you should have no trouble getting along. Your wedding is planned for sometime over the summer after this year. You should have plenty of time to get to know each other. Now then shall we eat?" Mrs. Granger said.
They were about to sit down, but were interuppted by Hermione nearly falling to the ground in a faint. But luckily Draco, quick as bullet, had grabbed her, before excusing them and took Hermione back to their bedroom.
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Well that was exciting, wasn't it? Tell me what you think. I will get writing on
Chapter 13: Pureblood Predicaments
Right away so R/R and keep checking for my next chapter.IF you have any questions, feel free to e-mail me texashillbillycowgirlyahoo.com. Much love,
-Savage Princess