Two
Worlds Apart
By Dorthey
Star
To all
Draco/Hermione fans because we're awesome
To Shana
because she's moving :-(
He sat on the bed, watching her sleep. Her chestnut
curls were spread across the pillow; her cinnamon eyes were closed. He longed
to touch his lover's smooth skin, to press his lips against hers. But she was
sleeping, so he continued to just watch her. Slowly, she started to stir. She
opened her eyes and saw her lover sitting at the end of the bed, watching over
her like a guardian angel.
"Draco?" she said quietly as she sat
up, causing the white sheets to fall down to her waist. Draco said nothing, but
he continued to watch her, a small smile forming on his lips. Her curls fell
over her shoulders and down to her waist, keeping her from being too exposed.
She moved closer to him, making sure that the sheets stayed around her waist.
Once she was near him, Draco reached out and pulled her small form into his
arms, still not uttering a word.
She
settled against his bare chest, closing her eyes. In that moment she let
herself believe that everything was going to be all right, that no one would
mind their relationship, that there was no evil but only good, that the world
would be right again. But was it ever right? She wondered to herself as Draco
pulled away.
"You need to sleep, Hermione . We've
got a big day tomorrow," her lover said quietly. Hermione nodded, tears forming in her eyes. She
tilted her head toward his as he kissed her one last time before slipping on
his clothes and out of the room. Hermione
sighed, suddenly lonely. Students would be arriving the next day,
leaving the two lovers no chance to be together again until the next summer.
Upon graduating from Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hermione
Granger had been offered the job as Transfiguration teacher and Head of
Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy had taken the job as Potions Master and head of
Slytherin. Professor Snape, former Potions Master and head of Slytherin had
taken the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Dumbledore had
retired and Professor McGonagall had
become Headmistress. Professor Snape was Deputy Headmaster.
When they first took their job, now
three years ago, Hermione and Draco had
still been sworn enemies. They had been ever since their days in school.
Hermione had realized that they weren't
setting a good example for the children when they constantly fought, with one
of them sometimes ending up with a curse or hex on them. From that day on she
had tried to be at least civil to Draco. He had realized what she was doing and
decided that she was right. Of course, Draco being a Malfoy, he claimed he'd
had the idea ages ago, she was just too fun to provoke.
One night, near the end of the last
term, Draco and Hermione had been
patrolling the area near the infamous third floor corridor where Fluffy had
been kept during their first year (there had been some rumors that Dark Wizards
that had connections inside the castle were using that to store dangerous Dark
Arts items because of its hidden passageway) when they'd become trapped inside
an old classroom that was no longer in use…
"Shit,
Granger, what'd you do?" Draco practically yelled as he tugged at the door,
trying to open it.
"What
did I do? I did nothing. Maybe it was you, Malfoy!" Hermione had yelled back.
"This
is your fucking fault," Draco said, ignoring her last remark, still trying to
tug open the door.
"Are
you a wizard or not, Malfoy. Move aside," Hermione had smirked. Draco stepped aside, waiting to prove t her that
there was no way out. "Alohamora," Hermione
has whispered, tapping her wand on the door knob. It did not budge.
Draco smirked.
"There's
no way out, Granger," Draco had said smugly. Hermione chose to ignore him and take a look at the surroundings. There
were a few students' desks, a blackboard, and a teacher's desk. Besides that,
the room was empty.
"Damnit,
Malfoy! Shut the fuck up!" Hermione had
finally yelled, interrupting Draco from telling her something that she would
never remember.
"Ohhh,
the goodie two shoes Gryffindor used vulgar language. It's a red letter day,"
Malfoy had said, dryly. With her back to him, Hermione had taken slow, deep breaths and counted to
ten and back slowly. She had put a sweet smile on her face and turned to him.
However, when she turned to face him, all thoughts of what she was going to say
to him flew out of her mind. She opened her mouth and shut it a few times,
before keeping her mouth shut and squeezing her eyes shut. Draco had been
looking at her with such an intensity and a longing that
Hermione couldn't insult him. Instead
she had looked into his eyes: a big mistake. One could get lost in those steely
gray eyes, Hermione thought to herself
and she turned away from him with her eyes and mouth still shut tightly.
Hermione regained her posture once
again. Without turning to face him, she conjured up two squashy purple sleeping
bags. She put hers on one end of the room and his on the other. Draco had
apparently gotten her message, and he walked over to the sleeping bag. He took
off his robes to reveal gray flannel pajamas with red lobsters all over them.
Hermione , who had happened to glance at him, saw the pajamas and burst into
laughter. Soon tears of laughter were streaming down her face.
"What?"
Draco asked crisply, obviously he had forgotten what he was wearing for when he
glanced down at himself, pink circles appeared in his cheeks. Hermione sunk down to the floor, still laughing.
Finally she was able to contain herself long enough to answer him.
"The
infamous Draco Malfoy wears lobster jammies," she giggled, "oh, that's rich!
What's next? You still sleep with a teddy?" Seeing his cheeks become redder,
her jaw dropped. "You do still sleep with a teddy,
don't you?" she started to laugh harder, falling back on her sleeping bag.
"Hey,
you leave Mr. Wigglesworth out of this!" Draco had said, trying to frown, but a
smile was fighting the corner of his lips. Finally it won and he burst into
laughter. His deep laughter mixed with her sweet laughter and rang through the
room. Finally, the laughter stopped except for an occasional giggle.
"You
don't still sleep with a teddy, do you, Draco?"
Hermione had asked, not realizing that
she had addressed him by using his first name.
"
'Course not." Draco had said and they were silent for a moment, each staring up
at the celing, thinking about the other one.
"Draco?"
Hermione said at the exact same time as
he had addressed her.
"Go
on," Draco said.
"Do
you think…" she said in halting words, "that we could, uh, try to become a
little more civil to each other…you know, get to know each other? For the sake
of the kids?"
"I guess we could." So that night they
had stayed up all night, talking and telling each other about their childhood.
By the morning when they were finally found, they were as close as
Hermione had been to Harry or Ron. They
had never found out who had locked them in the room, but they were forever
grateful.
Hermione slipped out of her trance. She reached down to the floor and
picked up her nightgown where it had been dropped the night before. All summer
long, she and Draco had met in secret at his flat or her house. She was sad
that they could never have a true date, going places together and such, but she
wouldn't dare tell Draco because he would think that she regretted that they
had ever hooked up, but she didn't. She really liked him, possibly even loved
him. She slipped the cool silk on her and slipped back under the covers. Her
tears came. She wanted so bad to wake up every morning and see him there next
to her. She wanted to take up his last name, to have his kids. She wanted so
much to marry him, but she knew it could never happen. When she finally fell
asleep, having become exhausted from crying so much, a figure moved from the
shadows. He let his Invisibility Cloak fall to the floor as he moved closer to
the door. He was clad only in the bottoms to his pajamas. They were gray
flannel with red lobsters.
Slowly, Draco sat down on the edge of
the bed. He moved his hand to her back and started to rub slow circles into it.
As if sensing a disturbance, Hermione 's eyes shot open. It was a few minutes
before they focused and she saw Draco sitting over her. Her eyes racked over
her lover's body. The moonlight hit his every upper body muscle in the front, making
them look ghostly pale. A ripple crossed his chest as she reached up to touch
him, making sure that she wasn't dreaming.
"Hermione ," he said softly, loving
the way her name rolled off his lips. She sat up and moved closer to him. Her
head rested in the hollow of his shoulder as his hand rubbed her arm. Her legs
hung over the side of the bed just as his did. It was a few minutes before he
spoke again. "Why were you crying?" he asked, pulling her closer if that was
even possible. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and Draco wiped it away.
"I love you, Draco," she whispered for
the very first time, "You've got to know that.
" 'Course I know that. To know me is
to love me," Draco smirked. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face. The
prospect of what she was going to have to do to him was still on her mind.
"That's why I was crying. Because I
love you," Hermione said softly.
"Is it really that bad of a thing? I
love you, too, Hermione , if that's what you're worried about," Draco frowned.
"No, it certainly isn't a bad thing,"
Hermione said more to herself than to
him. She shook her head. "It was nothing, Draco, really. Go on back to your bed
and get some sleep. Like you said, we've got a long day tomorrow."
"Your bed is more comfortable. I have
a lumpy mattress," Draco pouted playfully. Hermione laid back on the bed, making room for him next to her. He laid
down next to her, a smile on his lips. He pulled her into his arms, sensing
that she just wanted to be held, and they drifted off to a deep sleep.
Morning came way too soon for her
liking. A knock on the door woke Hermione
up. She sat up.
"Shit, Draco, someone's here. Stay in the bed," Hermione instructed quietly. Draco, still mostly
asleep, nodded his head and rolled over. Hermione pulled on her dressing gown and opened the door a crack after
making sure that the curtains on her four poster bed were closed. When she saw
that it was Minerva McGonagall, she stepped out into the hallway and shut the
door.
"Are you sure you want to do this,
Hermione ?" Minerva asked her.
"Completely. There no other choice, is
there? What will people say if they found out…?" Hermione thought, the sick feeling returning to her
stomach. Hermione swallowed it. The
school would be condemned for letting people like her teach their children. Of
course, some people already thought this.
"Remember, when you want to come back
the position will still be open. Charlene is only a temporary replacement,"
Minerva said.
"I know. Thank you, for not telling
the other staff members about me leaving," Hermoine smiled.
"They'll find out soon enough,"
Minerva said, frowning slightly. "When are you leaving?"
"This afternoon. The first chance I
can slip away without being noticed. Is Charlene here yet?" Hermione asked.
"She'll be arriving today before the
students come. Good bye, Hermione . Godspeed."
"Good bye." Hermione whispered as Minerva McGonagall walked
swiftly down the hallway. Hermione shut
her eyes and leaned up against the door until the urge to be violently sick
passed her. She then walked inside the door. When she opened the curtains, she
found that Draco had gone back to sleep. Hermione sat down on the bed next to him. He looks so innocent, she thought to herself. The thought of what
she was going to have to do to him by leaving without telling him crossed her
mind and the sick feeling returned. It's
for his own good, Hermione tried to
reassure herself. She gently shook Draco. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. When
he saw Hermione, he smiled and kissed her.
"Morning," he said to her as he
stretched.
"Morning to you too, sleepy head,"
Hermione teased playfully.
"Man, I need to get back to my room,"
Draco stood up as he spoke. Hermione
nodded and walked over to her wardrobe to pick out what she would be
wearing. She heard the door open and close, leaving her alone. A sob escaped
Hermione 's throat. I won't cry. I'm
doing the right thing. It will protect them all, Hermione told herself, unconvincingly. When the tears
subsided and she had pulled on her
black traveling robes, she started to pack quickly. In a matter of minutes she
was finished packing. Her wardrobe looked bare without all her things in it.
She left the bag on her bed and her scarlet and gold cloak that had been a gift
from Harry when she'd gotten the job. She stroked the soft crushed velvet and
thought of him for a moment. Soon she realized that if she didn't leave now
she'd be late for breakfast.
When the students weren't at school,
the staff usually just sat at one table that was not on the stage.
Hermione saw that most of the staff was
already at breakfast when she arrived. Hermione smiled brightly at Minerva who smiled sadly at her, knowing that
she would soon lose her. Hermione sat
down next to Professor Sinistra and Professor McGonagall and ate a breakfast
that consisted of a few slices of bacon, toast, and a large glass of orange
juice.
"I'll be leaving after breakfast,"
Hermione whispered in Minerva's ear.
"We'll all miss you, you know that?"
Minerva, who had been quiet most of breakfast said.
"I know," Hermione said, looking around at all the staff
members. Her eyes lingered on Draco, who was having a discussion with Professor
Snape and didn't notice her looking at him, only for a moment. "I have a few more
things to attend to. Good bye," she said softly.
"Good bye, Hermione." Hermione stood up from the table and left the Great
Hall. She entered her room and took one thing out of her bag. It was Harry's
Invisibility Cloak. A few days earlier she had written Harry and asked him if
she could borrow it because she needed it for a few days. He had sent it to
her, telling her not to get into any trouble. She slipped her scarlet and gold
cloak on then the Invisibility Cloak. She rushed up to the owlry with her bag.
Once there she hastily scribbled a note and gave it to a school owl,
instructing it to deliver the letter in two hours. Then she left the castle,
not once looking back, for if she had she might not have had the strength to go
on and leave her home away from home.
Two
hours later…
Draco had searched the castle for nearly two hours, trying
to find Hermione . He wanted a little time alone with her before the students
arrived and they'd have to stay away from each other like the always did during
the school year. Finally giving up, he returned to his dungeon room. When
there, he found a letter on his bed. He opened it and read it with shaking
hands.
Draco,
I'm really sorry, but I have to leave.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Something has happened, but I'm all right.
If you knew what it was, if anybody knew what it was, I wouldn't be able to
return to Hogwarts again. It comforts me knowing that no one knows what
happened and no one will have to find out. I will return to Hogwarts next year
to continue teaching, but I must take a year's sabbatical. Do not try to owl
me. If I get your letters I will not reply to them. If I did I might not have
the strength to stay away and that is exactly what I must do. I know you don't
understand, but you will someday, I promise.
I love you,
Hermione
Draco tapped the letter with the tip of his wand and it
burst into green and silver flames. How
could she do this to me? Draco thought to himself. He lowered himself onto
the bed and started to do something he vowed he would never do: he cried.
Having Apparated to a dark alley a little ways from the
apartment that Harry and Ron were sharing, Hermione waited for the bus. She
knew she would get stares from passer-byers but she didn't care. All she cared
about was arriving at Harry and Ron's place and away from Hogwarts. When the
bus picked her up, she did get stares. Hermione sat at a window seat and didn't move until she arrived at her
stop.
Harry and Ron lived in a modest neighborhood and had a
nice apartment. Hermione had visited
them the summer before last. The apartment had three bedrooms, a bath, a
kitchenette, and a living/dinning room. Hermione knocked on the door, her hood up, and turned her back to the
doorway. She heard the door being opened, but she didn't turn around.
"If you're looking for Harry Potter, he's not here right
now," an exasperated voice said from behind her. Hermione immediately recognized it.
"I guess you'll have to do, Ronald," Hermione smiled as she turned around.
"Hermione ?" Ron
asked. Hermione threw her arms around
her friend. Hermione squeezed her eyes
shut as Ron's arms encircled her.
"Who's at the door, Ron?" a voice asked from inside.
"Guess," Ron called, not facing the inside of the
apartment.
"Please tell me its not another one," Harry groaned.
"Yup. You'll like this one," Ron smiled.
"That's what you said with the last four hundred," Harry said sounding exasperated.
"Trust me," Ron said. Hermione could feel him grinning, even though her head was buried in his
shoulder. Her cloak was over her head, so Harry could not tell who she was.
"What's her name? Can she speak?" Harry asked, looking
down at her.
" 'Course I can talk, you twit," Hermione said, looking up and smiling at her friend's
startled expression.
"Hermoine?! What are you doing here?" Harry asked and led the two inside.
"Can't a girl visit her friend?" Hermione asked as she threw her cloak on a chair as
she sat down in it and set down her bag.
"Not when she's a teacher at Hogwarts and its September 1st,"
Harry frowned.
"I'm not teaching this year. I'm taking a sabbatical,"
Hermione explained.
"A sabbatical? Why?" Ron asked frowning as well.
"Look, I don't feel up to explaining it yet, but can I
crash here for a while? My parents are out of town for a few months and I don't
have anywhere else to stay," Hermione
asked.
"Don't you have a place in London?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"I only rent it during the summers. I didn't decide on
taking this sabbatical until it was too late," Hermione explained.
"It's all right with me. Ron?"
"Sure. You can stay in the extra room." Ron said.
"Thanks," Hermione
jumped up and put her bag and cloak in the small room that she would be
staying in for the next month or so. They ate dinner in silence. Hermione couldn't stand the silence.
"So what did you mean by 'another one' when Ron answered
the door earlier?" Hermione asked.
"Harry's been getting a lot of admirers coming to the door
lately," Ron smiled as his friend's ears turned red.
"There is a solution to his, Harry," Hermione said after she'd stopped laughing.
"See Harry? I told you
she'd have a solution," Ron said.
"It's very simple, really. Honestly Harry, I don't know
why you didn't think of it earlier," Hermione
smiled.
"And what is this solution that is so simple?" Harry asked
her.
"Get married." Hermione
said simply and took another bite of her shepherd's pie. Harry choked on
the bite he'd just put in his mouth.
"Yeah. When the witches hear that you're married, they'll
leave you alone…either that or they'll attack your wife…" Hermione trailed off thoughtfully.
"Or I could just put up with them until they stop," Harry
muttered.
"What makes you think they'll stop?" Ron smiled. Suddenly
the door knocked.
"Hermione ," Harry said thoughtfully, "go answer the door.
If it's a female admirer, tell them I've moved. Same goes for any reporter. If
it's my agent let her in." Hermione
nodded and got up to answer the door. She looked out the window and her
heart sank. It was Draco. She rushed back to the table.
"Harry, its Malfoy. If he asks for me tell him I'm not
here and you haven't seen me," Hermione
instructed.
"Why would Malfoy-" Ron started.
"Shut up, Ron! It's really important. He can't know where
I am. I swear I'll explain everything, but he might be looking for me. Only
McGonagall knew about my sabbatical and he might have thought I skipped off
somewhere," Hermione lied, knowing full
well that he would know she was on sabbatical. She rushed into her room and hid
under the cloak as the door was knocked on again.
"Where is she, Potter," came Draco's cold drawl.
"Where's who?"
Harry asked, pretending not to know who she was talking about.
"You know who I'm talking about. Where is Granger. She
didn't show up at the feast tonight and McGonagall sent me to look for her. As
she is friends with you, I thought she might be here." Draco lied. She knew it,
he knew it, and Harry knew it.
"Last I knew she was still up at the school," Harry said. "Leave, Malfoy, she is
not here."
"Move aside and let me check," Draco said. Harry seemed to
sense the urgency and reluctantly let Draco go inside, hoping hope against hope
that Hermione had had enough sense to
put on the Cloak. Draco went straight to the spare bedroom. He turned on the
light and looked around. Hermione shut
her eyes to keep from looking at him. She knew that if she did she wouldn't be
able to resist her. Soon, she heard the footsteps leave the room. She opened
her eyes and saw that it was empty. Soon he was gone from the house. Harry
walked into the spare bedroom.
"He's gone. You can come out and explain now."
Hermione took the cloak off and sat
down at the table. The dishes were gone. It didn't bother Hermione , who was
feeling ill.
"I can't tell you everything, yet. There are some names
that I can't mention in order to protect certain parties. Only McGonagall knows
the reason of my sabbatical…not even my parents. This reason is…" Hermione took a deep breath and continued, "The
reason is that I'm pregnant. There was a stunned silence followed by an
explosion of questions.
"By who?"
"When's it due?"
"Boy or girl?"
"Why didn't you tell
us?" Hermione held up a hand to silence
him.
"I can't tell you the name of the father. I do know who it
is, but I have to protect him. I'm about a month or two along," Hermione smiled and placed a protective arm across
her stomach.
"Does McGonagall know who the father is?" Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"I only told her that I was pregnant and I needed a year
off."
"Isn't Hogwarts the best place for you now?" Ron asked,
frowning.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "Madame Pomfrey could look after you
and stuff." Hermione shook her head,
tears filled out of her head.
"People would talk. I'm not married. They wouldn't want me
to raise their children. Most wizards and witches are old fashioned and
wouldn't approve of one of their children's professor having a child out of
wedlock. Especially people like Lucius Malfoy." Hermione sighed.
"What are you going to do next year?" Ron asked, knowing
that she didn't like the topic they were on.
"Minerva said that Madame Pomfrey's student could look
after her and I could keep her at night and stuff," Hermione said.
"Her student? Have you met the student?" Ron asked.
"No."
"So you'll trust your baby's life in the hands of someone
you've never met?"
"I'd be putting my baby's life in the hand's of Madame
Pomfrey. I'd trust her with my own life. Goodness knows you've been to her
enough times, Harry, and you're all right," Hermione said, standing up. "Thanks for understand, you two," Hermoine
said and went to her room to sleep.
That May…
Hermione made her way up the road to Hogwarts, exhausted from her long
journey. She held a sleeping two month old Jemima Leigh Granger in her arms.
The baby looked exactly like her father: she had light blonde hair and
beautiful gray eyes. Hermione blinked
back tears as she made her way up to the castle. Once inside, she leaned
against the door. It was cool inside the castle and very hot outside. She made
her way to the Hospital Wing. She handed the child to Madame Pomfrey.
"She's so precious!" Madame Pomfrey
exclaimed.
"Would you watch her for a while? I
need to talk to some people," Hermoine said. Madame Pomfrey nodded.
"What's her name?"
"Jemima. Jemima Leigh Granger,"
Hermione said proudly. She kissed her
child good bye and left the room. Her first stop was Professor McGonagall's
office.
"Hello child!" Minerva exclaimed as
Hermione entered the room. She hugged
Hermione tightly.
"Hello, Professor," Hermione said.
"How are you, dear?" Minerva asked as
she offered the exhausted woman a seat.
"I'm tired, but that's to be expected.
I brought Jemima with me. She's in the Hospital Wing with Madame Pomfrey. I
need to talk to Professor Malfoy. I know it's during exams, that's why I came
right now…so no one would see me with Jemima. Could you watch his class while I
talk to him? I promise I won't take long," Hermione pleaded.
"All right." Minerva sighed. They made
their way down to the dungeons where Draco's class was. Hermione opened the door. When Draco saw who it was,
she could see a flicker of conflicting emotions cross over his face.
"Miss Granger," he said in a cold
tone, his face emotionless once again, "I am giving an exam, can't you see?"
"Yes, Professor, I can see that," she
tore her eyes from him to look around. She sighed. "You're not terrorizing my
students again, are you?" she asked him exasperatedly when she saw the
terrified Gryffindors.
"Might I
remind you, Miss Granger, they are not your students," Draco said in his cold
tone.
"I have only taken a vacation. They
are very much my students."
"Why are you here? Is your reason just
to disrupt my class?" Draco said, starting to sound like Snape.
"Actually, I came to talk to you,
among other things," Hermione said. She
stepped aside revealing McGonagall.
"Mr. Malfoy, I will watch your class
while you talk to Miss Granger," Minerva said as she stepped inside the room.
Draco walked out of the room into the hall.
"What do you want, Hermione?" Draco
sighed.
"Like I said, I need to talk to you in
your office," Hermione said. They
walked in silence to his office. Once inside, Hermione took a seat at the chair in front of the
desk while Draco sat behind the desk.
"Why did you leave without telling
anyone?" Draco asked quietly.
"I couldn't tell anyone. You have no
idea how much it hurt going away and not telling you where I was going,"
Hermione said.
"I looked for you," Draco said
quietly.
"I know. I was hiding in Harry and
Ron's guest bedroom."
"So they lied to me."
"I asked them to."
"Why did you leave?" Hermione closed her eyes.
"No matter what I told myself,"
Hermione said in a deep voice with her
eyes still shut, "I wanted her to look like you. And she does. Beautiful blonde
hair and gray eyes."
"Who?"
Draco asked, though he had a good idea what she was saying.
"Jemima, of course," Hermione said as if it was as clear as day. Seeing
his confused expression, she continued, "Wait here. I'll bring her down." Five
minute later she returned with a white bundle in her arms.
"Draco," she said, "meet your
daughter, Jemima Leigh Granger." Hermione
placed the child in her father's arms. There was silence as Draco looked
at the baby.
"She's so tiny," he finally said.
Hermione smiled.
"Yes, I know. She's the reason I left.
I found out I was pregnant with her and I had to go."
"Wait, if I'm her father, shouldn't
she have my last name?" Draco asked, finally looking up at Hermione.
"Normally she would, but since its us,
she won't for our safety and hers," Hermione
said.
"Why?"
"Has the fact that you're a father
made you dense? She has to have my last name for the same reason that we had to
hide our relationship, Draco! Your father."
"Does anybody else know about her?"
"I told Minerva, Harry, Ron, and my
parents. None of them know that you're the father, though."
"What are we going to do now?" he
asked her.
"Draco, I love you so much that it
hurts sometimes, and you know that. But what I'm going to do is return to
teaching next year. After next year Jem will stay at my parent's house. I'll
temporarily retire from teaching when Jem is eleven and gets into Hogwarts. I
mean, with parents like hers, how could she not? When she graduates from
Hogwarts I'll return to teaching. In the mean time I'll date, find a wizard or
Muggle that I love and marry him. When Jem is old enough, I'll tell her who her
real father is." Hermione said, tears
pouring down her face. Draco pulled her into his arms with their daughter in
between them. Hermione cried, knowing they'd
never be together again. When Draco pulled Hermione to him and kissed her, she could feel her heart breaking because
she knew this would be the last time and she could never love a man as she
loved him.
THE END
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S Kathleen Rowling. I am only
using them for my odd purposes. I own
C Jemima Leigh Granger. Not
really. Well, actually I guess I do. I'd just never
L thought about it that much.
Then again, I don't think about anything much.
A Anyways, back to what I was
doing. The disclaimer (duh). I own the plot.
I I don't know if its been
done before, and frankly, I don't give a crap. I guess
M if its been used before, I
don't really own it then, do I? Anyways. Use the plot
E if you like. I rather liked
it. But then again, I wrote it so I'm supposed to.
R
Author's
Note: This was a
little different from what you've seen from me. Its rated PG-13 because of
cussing and implications of sorts. It didn't go to a beta reader if you
wanted to know. Yes, I am a die hard Draco/Hermione fan (as you could probably tell from Leah…oh my, that was a sad
one, wasn't it?). I'm beginning to like Draco/Ginny fics too thanks to
Cassandra Claire's DD, DS, and DV (all can be found at www.fictionalley.org for you ignorant
people). Anyways. Please, please, please review. This is probably my fav fic
out of all I've written. Either that or Moonstruck (which REALLY should have
gone to a beta-reader…)
Love
Always,
Dorthey
Star
