Saiya-Jin Girl – I own nothing related to Harry Potter, it's all JK's
The Morning After – She needed an employee…he needed an employer…
Chapter Seven-Healing
She had never told anyone who the father of Elizabeth was. But here she was, sitting with Remus Lupin and she was going to spill her heart out to him. They were sitting on the ground while Elizabeth slept in her bed. The fire crackled in the fireplace and Hermione sighed. She looked into Remus' eyes and felt comforted by the compassion that she saw.
"I don't know what came over me, honestly," she began slowly. Remus nodded.
"Were you drunk? Or perhaps someone…hexed you?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I don't actually know. I didn't really have that many drinks that night, but then again, someone could have very well spiked my drink, or even possibly, hexed me, as you suggested," She sighed again. "I was distraught…my parents were gone…there was nothing for me to live for…no one…I was caught in a whirlwind of self pity…I hated it but I had no where to turn to. My life had been jumbled up…when I look back on it, I cringe,"
A sad smile passed on his face.
"I know the feeling," he said quietly. She shook her head and closed her eyes.
"But, when I met him, I felt as though a new breath of life was in me, I stopped being so depressed, I went out, had dinner with him, danced, and then one day he told me a story about himself which made me remember my own parents, and I slumped back into a depression. Ginny was the one who convinced me to go to the club that night, and in my reckless state…the same one who I was beginning to trust…took advantage of me…" she said softly. Remus shook his head.
"Are you going to tell me the whole story?" he asked gently. She looked up and nodded.
"I believe I will, it's about time I got it out," she said. He nodded.
Two years ago…
The young man who entered the coffee shop was handsome. Plain and simple. There was something about him that caught Hermione's eye right away. She looked at him as his brown hair that fell to his shoulders shimmered with snow melting. His face was boyishly handsome, and his eyes were hazel brown, those eyes would haunt her forever. As would that chilling smile.
He saw her sitting at her table alone and he made his way towards her.
"Lovely weather," he said cheerily. Her eyes roamed up lazily to view at his face and she sighed inwardly.
"Yes, I do suppose that a blizzard is beautiful weather, maybe we could take a stroll in the park, or perhaps have a picnic on the beach," she retorted. He smiled and pulled out a chair and sat across from her.
"Oh, I see you're reading The Scarlet Letter, I read that book for one of my classes…" he said. When he saw that she wasn't responding he sighed and rose up.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked looking up at him. He shrugged.
"Only if you want me to," he said with a frown. She smiled.
"Take a seat, and introduce yourself, it's the proper way to get to know someone," she said. He smiled and sat back down.
"Well, my name is Christopher, Christopher Carter," he said. She smiled.
"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger," she replied. He smiled.
"Wow! You're Hermione Granger?" he asked excitedly. "The one who helped, Harry Potter defeat, you know who?" he asked. She looked at him once more. He was a wizard?
"You're not a Muggle then?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Never been a Muggle, never will be," he said. She smiled.
"Say, you wouldn't like to go to dinner sometime, would you?" he asked. She looked at him.
"And why would you want to take a dysfunctional woman like me out to dinner?" she asked. He laughed.
"Well, Ms. Granger, to tell you the truth, you hardly look dysfunctional," he said. She smiled. He made her smile.
Two days later, Hermione found herself sitting across from the handsome stranger who had come into her life and brought laughter back into her drab life. He had broken her routine. Usually she would be sitting in her room possibly reading, or catching up on paperwork. But here she was, having dinner with him.
"So why do you want to take me to dinner?" she asked while taking a sip of wine. He smiled.
"Well, I felt your sorrow, actually," She looked up at him.
"You felt my sorrow?" she asked curiously. He nodded.
"I have real…heightened senses…and I can sense people's emotions, especially when they're really strong, like yours,"
She sipped her wine in silence. "So, why so sad?" he asked. She sighed.
"My parents, my life," she replied quietly. He looked into her eyes.
"You can tell me," he said softly. She sighed and looked into the glass.
"Well, as you probably guessed, Voldemort killed my parents," He looked at her and touched her hand. He could feel waves of sorrow and hate pouring out of her.
"He took away my life," she mumbled. He nodded.
"I see," he replied. He removed his hand and looked down at his plate of food which suddenly seemed unappetizing. "Well, I'm sure that…you'll heal with time,"
She laughed.
"I do hope so,"
They ate in silence for a few minutes and then he looked at her.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked with a smile. She looked down and sighed.
"Well, I haven't danced in ages, I do suppose…"
He rose up and grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She felt as though she belonged in his strong arms and she looked into his eyes.
"I think my healing process has just begun," she said with a wry smile. He grinned and looked into her eyes.
"I'm here for you, Hermione," he whispered.
"Thank you…"
A/N: Aw, how romantic, sigh I think I've fallen in love with my own fictional character already I'm such a loser
And just to let you all know, most of you have told me that I should go on with my plot twist and I think I will!! So, enjoy guys!!!!!!!
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