AN: people don't hate me I have been working and have had no creative energy to get this right. Its 1 WEEK 'TILL CHRISTMAS! Can't wait. There are some prezzies out there with my name on them and I wanna know what they are! My friends actually got me 2 HP books as Christmas presents…they are true friends they know the way to my heart. So yeah, 2nd chapter in my FF. Hope it goes down well with you all. And I WILL have two more chapters posted by Christmas I SWEAR!
Hermione's thoughts
Draco's thoughts
The First cut is the Deepest chapter 2.
Hermione sat on her flat floor looking at the boxes staked around her.
All her possessions once again ready for another big move.
She was 23 now and was on her way back to the wizarding world.
In her past few years she had conquered all obstacles to become the top of her game, a advertising director and graphic design artist.
She had of course started at the bottom and worked herself up to what she was now.
At first she was the coffee and copy girl, who was the object of the men in suits eye candy but that didn't last long. (Mr Allan had made the mistake of grabbing her butt and her fist collided with his nose…accidentally of course. No one looked down on her again after that.)
She now managed the entire adverting department of Allan and Sprice advertising and entertainment inc.
The muggle company was the best of the best the muggle world had to offer, but for Hermione she had missed being able to do magic in front of others and not be revealed.
That's the reason for the boxes.
She gave her 3 weeks notice to the head of the company Christopher Sprice (Noel Allan could go jump in Hermione's opinion.)
She had had the goodbye gathering at work that morning.
Last minute well wishes, good byes and good lucks had washed over her in a haze.
She was going back to her people.
People like her.
People who loved her.
The charm bracelet tinkling in her hand was her most precious and beloved belonging besides her darling cat.
All the charms had been gifts from her friends.
She turned it over in her hand gazing and remembering the people who gave it to her.
A snitch from Harry, a bludger and broom from Ron, a pointed wizarding hat form Arthur and Molly, a teddy bear from Ginny, a four leaf clover from Seamus, a planet from Luna, a couldren from Neville (standard running joke) a star from professor Dumbeldoor, a cat from Professor Magonigal and a dragon from Draco.
Draco.
Sweet Draco.
She thought of him even now.
He was the reason she was feeling so uneasy. She looked over to her coffee table and looked at the envelope that lay there. Ready to be sent on its way. It had been sitting there since Sunday… it was now Wednesday.
His words rang clearly in her head as if he was whispering them in her ear.
"When you come back, and if I still crawl into your thoughts, give us that chance"
"O merlin."
She rubbed her eyes. This was hard. To send or not to send is the question.
Bang, Bang!
"Removalists!"
"coming"
She got up grabbed her keys, the letter and opened the door.
Two men or tanks would be a better word stood in the hallway.
"thanks, your right on time and please be careful, this is a building with muggles in it."
The men exchanged a nod and entered.
She walked out to her car and looked at the letter.
"Why not? It's not like he'll actually get it or even respond. It's worth a shot"
She got in her car and made a detour to the post office with a smile on her lips.
"Draco is that you?"
"Yeah mum"
Draco hung up his traveling coat and looked in the mirror in the Foyer. He looked brilliant but he was tired, work was getting hard enough without doing two peoples jobs.
But thankfully tomorrow was Friday.
Malfoy Manner hadn't changed too much.
Rather just redesigned to see better days now Lucius had been kissed in Azkaban.
Draco and Narcissa had redecorated so that light and color actually penetrated the gloomy cold palace.
Gone are the days of terror and screaming. Now it was just living happily and being allowed to be yourself, without looking over your shoulder.
"There's a muggle letter addressed to you sitting on the sideboard along with the other mail."
"Thanks mum"
Who would be writing to me though muggle mail of all things?
Draco picked up the letter and turned it over.
No return address.
How odd
He walked slowly into the large sitting room where Narcissa was resting on the couch.
She looked up from her muggle literature book and looked at her sons blue eyes widen… no it wasn't fear, they didn't go deep misty blue and it wasn't anger for they weren't steely grey. What could cause such a reaction?
"Draco…sweetheart, what's wrong?"
To Narcissa, Darco had been always been her life.
He looked up fully vacant, a ghost from his past had re-emerged.
Would the feelings be dragged up to?
Images and memories long pushed back began to resurface.
She's come back.
"Draco what's wrong?"
He looked up, and a soft whisper escaped his lips as he fell into the armchair.
"Hermione"
AN: we'll there you have it the start of the turmoil. Now for anyone asking this is going to be gradual. Not a dive in and hope for the best. I want to focus on timelines and real possible situations.
So ye be warned. It will take a few chapters.
Luv ya all.
Mally.