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Draco Malfoy sat in a car, along with his mother as they traveled to the Malfoy manor. Narcassia constantly gave Draco a questioning look, but decided she would ask him once he had calmed down- he snapped at her every time she spoke to him, and asked him what was wrong.
After about an hour of silent car travel, they slowed down and stopped in front of a large black gate.
A long, winding pebble path wound its way through a mini forest, and stopped in front of two black doors. Draco climbed the eight steps that led to the doors, pushed one open and marched inside.
Two house elves ran quickly past him and a second later, they were dragging Malfoy's things up a large staircase that went off to the right.
'Draco, I want to talk to you.' Narcassia said coming up into the foyer.
'Yes mother?' Malfoy asked exasperated.
'What has gotten into you Draco?' she asked, looking at him with the mother's worried stare.
'I-'
Draco's father walked in at that point and looked from Narcassia to Draco. 'I was under the impression that Draco would be bringing a young beauty back. That is, at least what he indicated in his letters.'
'About the young beauty or bringing her back?' Draco asked bitterly.
'Both.' Lucius said, looking at his son with cold grey eyes. 'And you do well to talk with more manners Draco.'
'Sorry. Im just tired from the train.' Draco said then turned his back on his parents and walked up the stairs.
'What's gotten into him Narcassia?' Lucius asked watching his son's retreating back.
'I don't know, but im worried about him.' She looked at her husband.
'Do you know who this girl is that he was supposed to bring back?'
'No, he wouldn't say anything about it…I think I should talk to him.' She started up the stairs when Lucius spoke to stop her.
'You shouldn't. I've been a teenager, and trust me, if its what I think is bugging him, then let him cool off before you smother him with your motherly love.' Lucius left the foyer and walked into the sitting room were a house elf had just set down a cup of tea on a coffee table.
Narcassia was still unsure, but she took her husbands advice and followed him into the sitting room.
Draco walked the corridor along to his room. He pushed so hard on the two oak doors when he entered that they sprang open, hit the walls and closed with a bang.
The two house elves had put his things on his large mahogany bed, and had gone. They had however opened his balcony door, so a light breeze blew the curtains gently. Draco threw himself on the green satin sheets that covered his bed where his mind had a battle.
Should he sent Hermione an owl and apologize? Nah, stuff it, she had a go at him, so she should apologize! But then, he loved her and he should have told her everything…
Back in London, Hermione Granger was sitting on her new bed, in her new room in her new apartment, having the exact same argument.
Should she apologize? Should she go to this party and get over it? Or should she be her, and be stubborn and wait for Draco to make the first move?
Hermione's parents had obviously spent a lot of time preparing this apartment for her. The walls were painted a light cream, almost white. The furniture was either a dark brown oak or mahogany, and the curtains were white. She had a small balcony which looked over a part of London, but that was now letting in a late night breeze.
Draco sat up on his bed when something landed on it. He looked around and saw a girl with long brown hair. For a wild moment, he thought it was Hermione, when he saw that this girl had blue eyes and was wearing a black jacket.
'Ahh…Draco, you know, I was waiting for you for a long time.' The girl purred.
'How in the name of Merlin did you get in here?' Draco asked backing away.
'I snuck in.'
Draco knew this girl, well, knew her as Abby, she was a friend of the families, and she and him had mucked around, but he was sick of her. She was always around.
'Go away Abby. Im not in the mood.' Draco said dismissively.
'Ahh…you fell in love.' Abby looked a little disappointed, but kept talking.
'What's it to you? I said GO!' Malfoy hopped off the bed and pointed to the door.
'How?'
'The same way you came in!'
Abby gave him one angry stare before she got out, tip toeing away.
By the time Draco had a shower, dressed in pants and was ready for bed, he had made a decision. Tomorrow, he would go and find Hermione and talk to her. Even if he had to curse her to stay put- which he really hoped he wouldn't have to do.
The next morning, Draco got out of bed, ordered a house elf to bring him breakfast, ate, dressed, combed his hair and was ready to go.
Just as he was crossing the foyer, he heard his mother's voice.
'Draco? Is that you?'
rolling his eyes, Malfoy followed his mother's voice and found her sitting alone in the sitting room.
'Sit.'
He sat
'Now, where are you sneaking off to?' Narcassia sipped her tea.
'To find someone.'
'Who?'
'Hermione.'
'The girl who was meant to be here?'
'Yes.'
'Why isn't she here?'
'We…had a fight I guess…'
'You guess? Come on Draco, talk to me!'
'I can't mother. Please, when I find her, and talk to her, ill tell you everything. I promise.' Draco looked so much like a puppy dog that Narcassia nodded and let him leave.
He walked to the front gate were a car was waiting for him. He had no idea where he was meant to start looking. Instead, he told the car to go to Diagon ally were he would send an owl to Ginny and ask her to tell him.
He pulled up outside the old pub and walked in, slowly and alone. He crossed the pub quickly and was out in the sunny street in a matter of seconds. Draco walked up the street until he came to a shop with owls out the front. Just like the shop in Hogsemade, the owls here were colour coded, depending on how fast you want the owl to get there.
Draco choice the fasted, quickly scribbled a letter, paid the wizard at the counter and watched as the owl flew in the blink of an eye out the window and was gone. Now all he had to do was wait. Fun.
At the burrow, Ginny was sitting at her kitchen table with Ron and Harry who had stayed there. The owl flew threw the open window and landed in front of Ginny.
'I think that's for you.' Ron said.
'Gee thanks.' Ginny rolled her eyes but smiled.
She took the note and quickly read it. Ginny, could you tell me where I might find Hermione? Its urgent, and im sure you know what's happened. Please Draco
Ginny's mouth fell open a little, then she quickly wrote Hermione's address on the bottom of Draco's letter, fed the owl a piece of bacon and tied it to its leg.
'Who was it from?' Ron asked when the owl had disappeared through the window.
'No one.' Ginny winked, much to the annoyance of Ron.
When Draco got Ginny's answer, he almost ran from the street to the London outside and into the car. He ordered it to move, and within minuets, he found himself outside where Hermione was supposed to live.
He walked up a small garden path and knocked on the door.
The seconds that it took for Mrs. Granger to answer seamed like hours.
'Yes?' she guarded him wearily.
'Hello…my names Draco Malfoy…I need to see Hermione. Please.'
'Ahh yes…dear me Draco, what's happened to you? Hermione spoke of you these last couple of years as an immature, spoiled person, but I see something completely different.'
'And what's that?' Draco thought she wouldn't let him see Hermione. In that case, he would barge past her god damn it!
'I see a boy who is in love.'
He was sick of people saying that! 'Oh…'
'And she's not here. She's living in London in an apartment. Here,' she disappeared for a second then returned with a small slip of paper with an apartment address.
Not believing his luck , Malfoy thanked her and walked back towards the car, setting off again for where Hermione was supposed to live.
Hermione woke, the early sunlight pouring in through the curtains, warming her face. It was a beautiful sunny day, and after she had cooked herself breakfast, she showered, dressed and started to un pack her things.
She was about ¾ finished when someone knocked on the door.
Making sure she was presentable, Hermione opened the door and almost dropped the heavy book that was in her hand.
'Draco?' Hermione asked, her hands trembling.
'Hermione…im so sorry.' He started.
'Shh!' Hermione snapped, noticing that down the hall, a girl her age was looking him up and down, and listening closely.
'Come in.' Hermione pushed the door completely open, admitted Draco then closed it with a snap. 'Here, sit down.'
She bustled around, made him tea and sat opposite him, not really sure she was ready to handle this awkward moment.
'Look, Draco…I understand that you can't leave Voldermort because your life depends on it, but I can't live with him…and frankly, im not sure I can live without you. I just…I was confused yesterday, and I spoke before I could think.' Hermione sighed and looked at her lap. 'I do love you, and I would go to the end of the world, but I cannot forget about Harry and what Voldermort did to him…I just, I can't.'
'But can you come to the ball?' Draco knew it would be a strange moment, but if he didn't know now, then he shouldn't be there.
'I…i…' Hermione looked into his eyes. He was staring at her, hopeful, yet not pushing. It wasn't a matter of whether or not she loved him, she knew that answer, it was whether or not she could go to this party and know Voldermort would be there. 'What would be expected of me?'
'Erm…dance, talk…sit…eat…' Draco really didn't know. These parties that his father held were normally boring, and that's why he wanted Hermione there. Plus, if he had her there, the girls would stay off him- but that of course wasn't a problem…
'What would your father say?' Hermione asked, worried about his reaction.
'I don't know…he knows you're a muggle born, but he doesn't know anything else about you.'
'He knows im muggle born? And how did he take that?'
'I have no idea…I wrote and told him in a letter.' He smiled at his sheepishness. Hermione smiled too.
'I guess…I think…I should…' but no matter what she said, she just couldn't bring herself to say that she could go…she wanted to, but she just couldn't say it. Damn her voice box! 'I would…i…yes…no…maybe…okay, I need time.'
Draco watched her as she was speaking, and almost laughed. Hermione Granger, struggling for words…it was un heard of. When she said she needed time, Malfoy wanted to lighten up the mood a little, so he said 'Is this enough time?' he waited two minutes then asked again.
Hermione laughed. 'Your so…you.'
'Well, would you rather I was an imposter?' Draco winked play-boy.
'Hmmm, would it make you more charming?' Hermione asked,
'That, my dear, is impossible.'
'Impossible or improbable?'
just that little joke lightened the mood so much, they seamed to be able to breath again.
'So, how'd you find me?' Hermione asked.
They had come to a silent agreement that they wouldn't mention the ball situation for a while, at least until Hermione was ready to answer whether or not she would go.
Draco smiled mysteriously and began telling her, though making it sound like it was an adventure.
This is why I love him. Hermione thought. When he's relaxed and making me laugh…but how long will this last before I screw it up?
Oh yeah….hmm, well Hermione, ill be the judge of that.
PARTY! Hahaha they're together again by the way people!
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