Story: What Have You Done?
By: Tessie Anchors
Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter, I'll also have my own band. But hey, who says I'm not in a band? Oh, yeah. Me.
Chapter One: When They Were Young
Monday came none too quickly. It found Jean and Hermione Granger walking to the Malfoy Manor on a warm, cloudy day, with a light breeze pushing their hair around.
The house was lots larger than the Grangers house. Hermione found it a bit odd that there was a tower connected to the house, but was slightly separated from the rest of the house. 'It must mean something special.' She thought to herself.
Hermione jumped up the stairs and rang the doorbell. A thin, pale boy, with platinum blond hair answered the door. Hermione smiled.
"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger." She said.
"I'm Draco." Said the boy quietly. He stepped aside and allowed them to enter the huge house.
"Wow!" Hermione breathed, looking around at the high ceilings and numerous staircases. "What an amazing place!"
"Thanks." Draco said, proudly. His chest puffed out a bit. "Come this way." He turned and began to walk down one of the hallways. At a room with a closed door, he turned back to look at them. "This is Father's office. He wants to speak with you, Mrs. Granger."
Jean nodded and smiled. "Thank you. Please, call me Jean." Draco shrugged not seeming to care what he called her.
"I guess you can come with me." He said to Hermione. "You can go in now." He said to Jean.
Hermione waved to her mother before following Draco farther down the hall. They turned down so many halls, Hermione soon had no hope of finding Mr. Malfoy's office ever again. She looked back down the hall they had just come. When she turned back, Draco was gone. She stopped.
"Draco?" she called.
"This way." A muffled voice called.
"Which way is 'this way'? she asked.
"Left." Draco's voice said.
She turned left and began to walk down the hall. "Now what?" she called.
"I'm right here." Hermione jumped and shrieked as Draco appeared in front of her. He gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry." He turned, opened a door out of the many in the hall, and entered the room. Hermione followed him hesitantly.
Draco stood in the middle of a large room. The ceiling seemed to go up forever. Hermione slowly realized that it was the single tower she had seen that was slightly separated from the house. The ceiling spiraled up into a small hole, which she assumed to be the pointy roof on the outside. But what made her continue to look up was the ceiling looked like the inside of a tree, or what she imagined the inside of a tree to look like. In fact, as Hermione tried to look closer, which involved a lot of squinting, it seemed as though it moved.
"Who on earth painted that?" she asked in a quiet whisper. She looked at Draco. He returned her look.
"My father did it." He said, looking a little nervous.
"How?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, well, I don't think I can tell you. Maybe when you've been here a while." Draco looked upset. Hermione decided to leave the subject alone.
"Sure." She agreed. Draco looked relieved. "What are we going to do up here?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing. I just like to come up here." Draco turned and exited the room. She followed. He closed the door and led her to a different room. This room was smaller, but still bigger than any room in her home.
"This is where we will be doing our lessons." Draco said, sitting on a green loveseat. Hermione noticed that most of the things in the house were black and green. Any shade of green. She hadn't really noticed any other colors. They would have stood out against the black and green colors that were everywhere she had been.
"Okay." Hermione didn't really care where they learned their lessons. In fact, she wasn't too thrilled about learning anything. It sounded boring. "Are you excited to learn about…stuff?" she asked. Draco sighed.
"No, not really. Father says I have to so I can attend some special school when I'm older."
"Really? What school is it?" Hermione asked curious. What was so fun about going to a school that was probably going to teach you the same things you'd been learning all your life?
"I think it's called Hogwarts. A school of wit-" Draco stopped talking when Hermione's mother walked into the room holding a huge box. "I'll tell you later." He whispered, so quiet Hermione almost didn't hear.
"Okay." She whispered back.
"Hi, kids!" Jean said cheerfully, the fact that they had been talking went past her notice.
"Hey." Draco mumbled.
"Hi, Mum." Hermione said, smiling at her mother.
Jean set down the box and shrugged off her coat. "Are you excited to learn the how to read and all that?" She asked.
Draco shrugged. "I guess so."
Hermione frowned. "I don't think it will be fun." She said.
"Oh, Minnie! Learning can be loads of fun. Remember when I taught you the alphabet?" Hermione nodded, still looking doubtful. "And the numbers all the way up to 100?" She again nodded. "Wasn't that fun?" Jean asked.
"Kind of." Hermione said, settling down on the couch next to Draco.
Jean shook her head. She wasn't sure if she was trying to impress Draco, but whatever she was doing, she hoped Hermione would snap out of it soon.
"Well, today we'll go over everything both of you have been taught and then we'll go from there." Jean said as she began shuffling through the box.
Hermione sighed and Draco looked at her with a quizzical expression.
"Oh, let's just get this over with." She muttered and went to sit on the floor next to her mother. Draco remained on the couch and just watched them gather things together. After five minutes of watching, he decided to join them.
A/N: I never thought it would come down to this. Really. But, as it seems, I really want to know what you think of this story. Is it boring? It is okay? Does it hold your interest? I really want to know. From someone. If you have any ideas that could make the story better, please review/PM me. Thank you for reading the story and the authors note. If my stories do not hit the spot, can you try reading Celebrytie Aris Channas's stories? I know she would appreciate it!
I leave you now,
Tessie Anchors