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II. Chapter
Ancient Egyptians called river Nile the great river, the gift that gave life to Egypt. Hermione took a long breath and looked at a sight simply amazed. She stood in the balcony of beautiful villa and looked as blue-green water was caressing sandy beach like lover touched his love. Slowly and gently and creating something more meaningful and provoking powerful reaction. In the same time sunset colored with pink, red and many slightly different undertones of blue.
She felt in the same time both so small watching one more day passing in a everlasting beauty and so powerful for being there for understanding history and nature, knowing that river that gave life for thousands of years will continue giving life.
"You crazy British women, you have really strange customs. Your custom is definitely watching sunset every day. Why?" Aton was a strange wizard but Hermione loved him like an older brother. Tall, slim, always dressed in typical Egyptian robes and big green bag that rarely left his side.
They met one cold day in front off National Gallery in London arguing about influence of British culture on Egyptian or other way. That rainy day their friendship began and after her divorce she run away for few weeks in Egypt looking for peace and to comply her childhood wish of visiting remains of ancient civilization. Those few weeks turned out to be years and today her life was in Egypt investigating tombs, translating and learning more about ancient magic.
"It reminds me to be me and not forget that next day could be my last one. We are pissing off many people, my friend." She felt angry when she remembered that somebody steal only book in which were written down spells and not memories of certain event in which magic was used.
The book of Kiall was old and interesting and she couldn't wait to get her in her hands to study her, but some bloody death eather steal it for something evil and ugly.
"That is irrelevant. They took that book without our permission." Aton looked like she is crazy bird. "I can just see that, Hermione. Few sick bastards that like to kill muggleborn witches and wizards like two of us will come for coffee and politely ask us can they took book that is hiding many powerful spells and rumors says that resurrection spell is also there. After that lovely meeting You-know –who will come and dance with us on muggle pop music. "
Hermione laughed just trying to imagine that. But she could understand him. They were both in danger and that had her name on it. She didn't list any advice and she dig where she shouldn't be and demanding to take control in investigations that connected supporters of You-know-who with crimes wasn't her smartest move. People simply didn't like that and they took revenge in their hands. Many of her friends were murdered and she coudnt run away knowing that doing that she would betray memory of them.
Beautiful brown falcon flew in the balcony. In his yellow claws he held piece of parchment. The falcon made two circles around Hermione and Aton then he thrown the parchment in Hermione's face. Parchment fell on the floor and Hermione throw angry look to the falcon that landed on the fence of the balcony. Aton quietly giggled and makes few steps so he could pet the proud falcon as the wind caressed both his and Hermione's face.
Hermione read the parchment rather quickly and throw it on the floor angry. She stepped on it and without a word left balcony as she opened glass door and enter into white hall.
Aton took from the floor a parchment, read it and followed his old friend still holding paper in his right hand. He turned his head for a minute to watch flight of beautiful falcon that blended into clouds like fish belonged into sea.
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One of the best things in the world in Draco's opinion was bottles of Jack Daniels whisky. It was the only things that helped him to survive the lonely nights. Well, nights without company. He could even stand playing poker with Potter, Weasley brothers, Zabini and other pathetic idiots that surrounded him.
But at night he missed her. Well he missed the women he married, not evil monster she turned up to be in their marriage. Other than that, he was fine. He had amazing job, good well rather annoying friends that thought he was weak Huffelpuff that is going to take his life because his wife left him. Bullocks!
So it was one more good night in life of known Draco Malfoy, also known as the biggest jerk and snob world ever saw. And that fact made him very happy, as happy he could be without Felix Felicis or cute little pills he shrink made him to drink. Never ever piss of wizard shrink that could charm pills to follow him all around and every time when he opened his mouth to see pink pills trying to jump into his mouth. That was weird felling and really weird shrink.
Draco heard few different voices in front of the doors of his bedroom. Didn't they know? Drinking is an art that every idiot know but rarely few ones could drink like he could and never do something embarrassing and enjoyed being intoxicated. He kissed half empty bottle and hugged it like it was a pillow.
"Dumbledore, I really don't think that it is smart idea to send Malfoy on that mission." He could clearly hear Potter's voice. God, that bloody hypocrite wanted to get away from Mrs. Potter and he didn't want him to have fun.
He get up from the bed still holding bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand and opened the door. In front of the door were standing Potter, Dumbledore, Zabini and representative of Weasley family was Ron.
"What is it, you little midgets and yes, he turned to Dumbledore and shown in big ugly smile his white teeth, I count in that you, professor, want from little old me. " Dumbledore entered into a room ignoring Draco's pathetic attempts to stop him. He gently pushed him but since Draco was drunk, he fell on the floor after he hit himself on the side of the table. After Dumbledore, the rest of cheerful crowd found their way into Draco's bedroom.
Even though cheerful crowd looked rather worried or scared, well that in Zabine case; Dumbledore looked thrilled. In the depths of his expression he could see the same manipulative character line that only the best Slytherins posses. Dumbledore is a Gryffindor; now that is something he will not buy.
"Draco, it's so good to see you. The Order has got mission for you. It is very important." Draco didn't even allow to Dumbledore to finish when he started to laugh. He got up from the floor, barely came to Harry and pointed his finger in Harry's shoulder.
"See, Scar-boy I am the one that got very important mission you wanted but I got it." He would continue to laugh if he didn't saw weird expression of mutual understanding between Ron and Blaise. "What is going on? I get it. It is suicidal mission and you all want to steal my clothes, you basterds."
"Actually, you will protect Miss Granger. I hope that your previous relationship won't come in between your job."
Now he knew what those stinky old people man said that they froze inside. To see her, for so long it was his dream and as months passed by it became his worst nightmare. He loved her once and he will die loving her. But that worked only when they are miles and miles apart from each other. Too passionate, too stubborn, too smart and they loved their opinion more that they loved the other one. Draco took a long sip of Jack Daniels and stared in not so cheerful crowd pissed like hell.
"I didn't know that nearly five years of marriage is a simple relationship. And no, I am not planning to be her bodyguard. Not even if Voldemort himself threatens to marry her. Bloody hell, I would send him condolence letter and bottle of very cheap wine."
In one simple Dumbledore's hand gesture cheerful crown one by one left room throwing to Draco looks full with pity and male compassion. Dumbledore smiled and said: "How lovely, Draco. Thank you for saying yes. Miss Granger is expecting you tomorrow in her house in Egypt." In that moment he appeared himself to unknown location, while Draco throw angry bottle on the same sop where Dumbledore were standing few seconds ago.
When Draco was tossing himself to a bed, only thought that consumed him when he was slowly but surely get himself incontinence himself that Dumbledore managed to screw with his head one more.
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I didn't write this story for so long that I almost forgot that "Maybe I love you" exist. I hope that you will like this chapter. It's longer than previous one and I what to mention that I am so sorry about grammatical errors. If there is somebody brave enough to contact me and try to help me, that do that.
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