silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 18:58:02 GMT -5
7.07am.
Ugh. Sunlight. Eyelids not working.
Loud, Ungodly noise. Unfriendly to the ears.
Hush. Early.
What is it?
Owl post! Owl post now? from who?
It was no secret that Draco had been very lonely over the summer holidays. His father was in Azkaban and his Mother spent most of her time keeping up appearances in upper circles. Still, Goyle was travelling in Bulgaria with his father and Crabbe could barely write his name let alone send a owl.
Eyes itched. Lashes clumped as though he had been crying.
Fuzzy head. A clear sign that lack of sleep was invading his peaceful existence.
Unknown to most, Draco actually went to bed surprisingly early. He was a well groomed young man and intended to keep it that way. His angelic looks were his ticket to greater things and enough beauty rest was vital in keeping his immaculate skin enthusiastic.
Draco swung his legs out of bed to meet the cool stone floor. He stood, stretching loudly and obnoxiously. Edging one foot in front of the other had him dragging his toe nails inefficiently behind him until he reached the window.
He lifted his head from it's sagging attempt at a few more moments of unconscious bliss.
Owl. Bloody owl.
He unbuckled the lock and a strange speckled owl flew into his room. It looked vaguely familiar but it was too early in the morning to consider what ever brief introduction he had shared with this owl in the past.
He opened the envelope. Thank Heaven's it wasn't a howler. That would have sent him over the edge so very early in the morning.
A Draco's eyes focused on the scribbling his brain started to gradually awaken from autopilot.
He didn't recognize the writing.
The letter read...
|
|
silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 19:13:46 GMT -5
She stared up at the ceiling.
There was no use trying to sleep with so much on her mind.
The clock shined 2:45 am.
She grumbled as she flipped back the blankets and climbed out of bed.
Hermione caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked over to her writing desk. Her hair was wild from lying in bed. Dark circles hung below her eyes.She looked like she had been hit by a train, and she felt like it too. She took a seat at her desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. What would she say to him? That she worried about his safety? She didn't want to sound like a complete ninny. She knew he was capable taking care of himself, but nothing could make the sick feeling in her stomach go away. Just a few days ago everything seemed perfect, then not knowing why, something seemed wrong. She hadn't spoken to him since the last day of school. Hermione had to know that he was okay. That he didn't need her. She hated how secretive their friendship had been.
She began to write.
Draco,
I haven't been able to sleep. I keep wondering if you're okay. I have this sick feeling like you're not. I'm sorry I haven't written to you, it's just that I don't want to cause any conflict with you and your family. I miss talking to you. I get rather bored talking about the same things with Ron and Harry. They don't understand me. I hate having to hide our friendship from them. Tell me you're alright. Please forgive me for not writing sooner.
Hermione
When she put down the pen she sighed in frustration. It wasn't much of a letter. But her brain wasn't completely working at this hour of the night. She folded the letter and slipped it inside the envelope sealing it shut. She walked over to the window and handed it to the speckled owl that sat on it's perch. She gave the bird a gentle pat on the head before she let it outside. Hermione watched as it flew away into the dark night. She slid back into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.
She looked over to the clock.
3:00 am.
Ugh!
She closed her eyes forcing herself to sleep.
|
|
silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 19:14:13 GMT -5
Hmmm.
Draco eyed the owl.
It seemed to be attempting to read his private letter.
'Bugger off. Bloody Bird'.
Draco opened his eyes as wide as his face would allow it and slid his head forwards along his neck giving the owl a 'Take a picture, it will last longer' look.
Hermione's letter was not written in ink but in some form of thin lead substance.
Draco sniffed the paper but their was no distinct scent to it.
He was befuddled to say the least.
Draco laid the note gently on his desk as it was made of precious glass that would be easily shattered.
He pulled out the chair and fished around in the drawer for his correspondence set.
The Dragon on the Malfoy crest slinked and curled on the paper before him, it didn't look too pleased to be awoken so early.
'Yeah, Yeah...tell me about it' Draco hissed.
Dipping his quill in his ink he began to write.
Granger
He began but scribbled that back out.
Hermione,
I don't want to alarm you but I am not surprised you have trouble sleeping. Don't all insufferable noisy trolls suffer from anxiety disorders of some kind?
Draco found this very amusing. Would she find it funny?
Well her fault if she didn't.
I am fine as I told you I would be. Nothing is happening here at all. I couldn't be more bored. I am glad you miss talking to me though I cannot say I am that surprised to learn this new information. I am very appealing to talk to. Wash cloth Weaslebee and Specky Potter, as we have previously discussed are not to enter into our conversations unless you wish to spend the next few hours of your life sulking and searching a thesaurus for new words to defend their greatness which I doubt will be very achievable as I am not aware of many words that describe Ginger Gonk's in a positive way. Please, prove me wrong. I forgive your lack of contact though it was my idea not to write. What made you change your mind and go against my wishes? I am not angry just curious, It turns out the level of nothingness here was rather excited to receive news from the outside. What did you really write for, I know you, You can't fool me...you know something don't you?
(Something sincere that makes you think I'm a gentleman)
Draco.
He smirked.
He handed the letter which he had enveloped to the bird.
'What?' Draco hissed at the owl who seemed to be waiting for something.
'I don't have treats!' Draco grunted.
The owl growled and took flight.
'Tell her to send a better looking one next time, you got fleas on my window sill you mangy beast' Draco balled as he watched the owl escape the walls of the manor the way he longed to.
|
|
silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 19:14:55 GMT -5
Tap, tap, tap.
Hermione opened one eye and looked towards the window.
Her parent's ugly owl peered through the window. She never quite understood why her mother chose that one. Hermione's owl was lovely, but it had a mean disposition and it refused to take mail during the night.
Reluctantly she climbed out of bed and walked over to the window.
"Took you long enough, you impossible bird." she said quietly.
She took the envelope from the bird and grabbed a treat from her dresser drawer and fed it to him.
"He didn't give you a treat did he?" she chuckled as the bird swallowed the treat and returned to it's perch.
She wouldn't send him again. She had a feeling that Draco probably thought the bird mangy. A smirk formed on her lips.
Sitting down on her bed she tore open the envelope. She read it slowly. Rereading it twice. She laughed at his joke of Harry and Ron. There was never any reasoning with him.
Hermione marveled at how Draco seemed to read her through a letter. Her face was easy to read, so why would it be any different on paper?
A single tear formed in her eye and she quickly wiped it away. No. She wouldn't cry. There was no room for tears.
Hermione went to her desk and pulled out another piece of paper and began writing.
Draco,
I hope you know that you can be quite pompous. You're lucky I have somewhat a sense of humor. I must confess that I hated our agreement of not writing each other. I cannot stand going without hearing from you. I'm sorry that your summer isn't going well. Truth be told, mine too is uneventful. I wish I could see you. I grow tired of the same old thing everyday. Why do we have to be so secretive? I don't care what others may think of me, they already whisper things about me. It's not my fault that they're incompetent! Oh dear, I fear I'm rambling.
There is something that I've been wanting to tell you for some time now. I just don't know how to say it. Mostly because i m afraid that it will hinder our friendship. I can't talk to anyone about it either, which drives me mad! I have so much on my chest and it's wearing me thin. Why is it so hard to say?! It's not like I'm even saying it to you! I'm writing it down! I'll completely understand if you don't write back. I think I love you. There. I said it, well wrote it. I must sound ridiculous! I know I am. For the longest time I thought I just hated you, and when we became friends I knew I was in denial all of those years before.
I'm not even sure if I'll send this letter.
Hermione
She set the pen down hard.
Hermione hesitated.
Finally she folded the paper and slipped it into an envelope.
She walked over to cage where her owl slept. She opened it and offered her arm to him. He pecked at her hand.
"Ouch! You ruddy bird!" she hissed.
The bird walked onto her arm and she carried him to the window. Giving him the letter she let him outside.
A warm flush filled her cheeks.
Did she really just send that letter?
She already regretted it.
|
|
silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 11, 2010 19:15:19 GMT -5
It had been three days and Draco had received no word from Hermione.
He assumed she would have written as soon as she received his letter as that was the type of neurotic busy body Hermione was and everyone knew it.
She was very predictable.
Draco had even scammed the manor grounds for traces of exausted scruffy birds that may have past out from the long tripped.
He wasn't too bothered about the idea of a potentially dead or close to owl just that he wanted his letter.
There was no trace.
Maybe it had gotten lost? The bird did look the menacing sort.
Draco finally decided to stop waiting and write her another letter.
Hermione,
It has been days since I replied and I am wondering if you scruff ball got back to you safely? he did look a little barmy and wouldn't surprise me if he had lost his way. I thought I would write again. I'm bored. I am fine, no need to panic. Please don't pretend you aren't...we both know you are. I was thinking about maybe dropping in for a quick visit? I figured the floo network may be a little alarming to your mud... Draco scribbled as hard as he could to disguise what he was about to write.
Parent's so I thought maybe apparation was in order. Much quicker and safer than trusting your bloody owl, that's for sure. Draco looked once more out of his window just to check the hopeless bird wasn't pressed against the pain of glass. It wasn't.
Let me know. But only if you are at home. I'm not coming if tweedle dumb and tweedle ginger face are going to be there.
(Insertion of some highly entertaining joke that leaves you in stitches)
Draco.
Draco unhooked his sullen looking eagle from his resting bar and attached the letter to her foot.
Thystral, was alot like him. Blonde and tall, sculpted and eyes like the sun. If you stared directly into them it was sure to cause you some pain.
Draco found himself a little amused at the thought of an eagle tapping on Hermione's muggle house window. What would her neighbours say?
Draco didn't have neighbours but in all the TV shows about muggles they were always snooping through the curtains. Weird folks.
Draco opened his window and Thystral soared.
|
|
|
Post by itsjustasonga88 on Oct 12, 2010 9:11:42 GMT -5
Three days.
No response.
She looked over at the window and still saw no sign of her bird.
Seriously?
What was taking so long?
She looked over at the shabby looking owl sitting on it's perch.
"I should have sent you."
Hermione sighed in irritation.
Maybe the owl didn't get lost. What if he did receive her letter? Her stomach grew tight with nausea. She threw herself on her bed and covered her face with her hands.
"How could I be so silly to think that he could possibly return my feelings? We're two completely different people. So stupid of me. I never should have sent the letter.
A loud cry came from outside her window.
Hermione rolled over to look at the window.
An eagle?
What would her neighbors think?
Jumping up from her bed she ran to the window and let the large bird inside.
Her hands went immediately to the parchment attached to it's leg.
Tearing open the letter she read aloud to herself.
"He didn't receive my letter?" she said confused.
Just where did her owl go?
At the moment she didn't care. She continued to read. Her heart just about burst through her chest when at the mentioning of his visit.
Hermione pulled out paper and began to write quickly.
Draco,
I'm sorry my owl never made it to you. I really have no idea as to where he is. Your visit would mean so much to me. My parents work everyday, so there should be no issue with your visit. Any day works. I don't want to sound desperate, but please hurry. If I spend one more day in this boring house alone I shall go mad!
Be Careful, Hermione
She hurriedly attached it to the eagle and opened the window to let him out.
As she watched the magnificent creature take flight she called out to him.
"Be sure not to get lost!"
Hermione shut the window and slid back into her chair.
He was coming.
She tried to force down the butterflies building in her stomach. But it proved to be a bit difficult. He was actually coming to see her.
She looked around her house.
It most likely was in no comparison to Draco's home.
She began to tidy up around the house.
There was no way she was going to allow it to be messy when he came over.
|
|
silverserpent
New Member
Foul & Loathsome Has Never Looked Better
Posts: 36
|
Post by silverserpent on Oct 13, 2010 21:29:00 GMT -5
It was late the next afternoon when Thystral arrived at Malfoy Manor.
Draco was fencing in the foyer with a suit of arms he hand charmed to keep him company.
Thystral flew in through the open window and swooped down the spiral staircase to meet him.
'Good Girl' Draco eased, handing her a fresh cut of meat.
As she chobbled hurringly Draco opened the letter.
Hermione had said yes. She actually said yes. This was a tad alarming. He had wanted her to but hadn't expected her to ever agree to it.
What would he say when he got there?
Hi, nice muggley house you've got here? Oh God, he would stick out like a saw thumb.
Her parent's work? I didn't know muggles worked. What could there possibly be in the world for a muggle to achieve. Ah! litter picking, must be it.
Draco eyed the grandfather clock. 5pm, he looked outside. Daylight. Surely this constitutes as daytime.
He eyed his clothing. He was dressed all in black. A silk long sleeved shirt and a smart part of trousers. Maybe the cloak was a bit much, still it was cold. What did muggles wear when they got cold?
Bin liners! must be, left over from the litter picking. He had seen lots of muggles litter picking in orange suits on muggle tv.
Seemed very boring but hey, whatever floats your boat.
Draco hung up his cloak and with a swift pop he apparated.
Apparating had once come very difficult to Draco. He hadn't picked it up as quickly as the others in his class. Still he no longer needed an exact location, just needed to sense the person's essence he was trying to reach. Hermione always smelled like rose and soap. Rose soap? He imagined the scent of her clothing.
As Draco reappeared he looked around him.
Hmmm, this is rather small for a house.
Still Hermione is probably poor, two litter picking parents cant earn alot of money.
'Hermione!' Draco bellowed.
'Hermione!, Your house is dark and I can't see you'
Light shon in rather abruptly. It was then Draco realised he was in an airing cupboard.
'Ah yes, this is more like it' He said, stepping on to the landing. Still very small but well, we can't all be Malfoys.
'Who are you?' Draco said, addressing the rather befuddled man staring back at him.
'Are you the butler? would you kindly tell miss Granger I have arrived' Draco said, handing the man his bag.
Hermione's dad looked very disturbingly at the tall blonde boy who had stepped out of the cupboard.
'Well, chop chop!'
|
|
|
Post by itsjustasonga88 on Oct 18, 2010 11:02:04 GMT -5
She didn't know exactly when he would arrive, but she hoped that it would be tomorrow in the early afternoon.
Her parents came home a bit earlier than expected.
Hermione sat in the living room and watched the news on the television.
Her parents were both in the kitchen discussing their patients they had during the day.
She could smell her mother's chili cooking. Hopefully this time she didn't make it too spicey.
Her father walked into the room and gave her a quizical look.
"Sitting in here all by yourself? Why don't you come in the kitchen with your mother and I? Also your mother told me that supper should be ready in about an hour."
Hermione turned off the t.v and walked into the kitchen with her father.
Her mother was still wearing her her medical jacket.
"Mum, let me take your coat. You don't want to get chili on it."
Hermione's mother slid off the white coat and handed it to her daughter.
Hermione carried it to her parent's bedroom where she hung it nicely in their closet.
Just as she walked out of her parent's room she heard her name being called. But it wasn't her father calling her name, nor was it her mother.
The voice she heard made her slightly week in the knees.
She raced to where the voice came from.
Her father stood there staring in bewilderment.
Hermione gently moved her father out of the way.
"It's alright dad, he's my friend." her gaze didn't leave Draco's face.
"How did you ever manage to end up in the airing cupboard?" she laughed.
Her mother came behind Hermione and placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Who's your friend, darling?" she asked politely.
Hermione managed to drag her eyes away from him for a moment to look at her mother.
"Uh, this is Draco, he and I attend school together." she looked back at him and gave him a smile.
"Draco, these are my parents."
She gave her mother a look that said she wanted privacy. Luckily her mother understood.
"Uh, dear why don't we hurry and try to finish up dinner. You can help me set the table." she took her husband by the hand and pulled him back towards the kitchen.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. That was a bit awkward. She turned back towards Draco and gave him a small smile. Before she realised it she had already wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
"Im so glad you're here." she whispered in his ear.
|
|