Draco/Hermione- Foolish- Chapter 23
Title: Foolish
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
23- Hermione
I am nervous and I know that you can feel it.
Your hand grabs mine and you smile at me, trying to be comforting.
Danica has her head on my shoulder as we sit in one of the chairs in the room that you called ‘the drawing room’.
I wonder briefly why the hell your family needs so many rooms. Its not as though your family is all that big and I’m sure that most of the rooms never get used, so what it the point? I really don’t see it, but I don’t ask you.
You’d probably just smirk at me or laugh and say I wouldn’t understand.
I guess those who don’t have a lot of money cant really understand.
A house elf enters the room and I cast you an evil glance.
You know how much I hate people having house elves as servants. No, slaves. Servants are treated better and can leave if they wish to.
House elves are stuck with the family they serve until freed.
And they are hardly ever freed.
She bows deeply and I wonder if they like it here. She seemed to smile at seeing you.
Could it be that you treat them better than your father had? Could you have a soft spot somewhere deep inside for the house elves and just never told me about it?
“Young Master Malfoy,” she starts, and her voice is squeaky. “Your mother will see you in the library.”
And you smile slightly. “Thank you, Serena.”
The house elf- who’s name I know now is Serena- bows once more. “Will there be anything else, Young Master Malfoy?”
“No.”
She glances at me and smiles slightly before backing out of the room.
I throw you a questioning glance and you smile. “Serena helped to raise me,” you explain. “Her and I have a close relationship.” He shrugs. “Not all people who have house elves are cruel to them,” you tell me and stand up, reaching your hand out to me. “Shall we?”
I glance at that hand, those strong fingers that used to dig into my hips nightly. The ones that could drive me crazy and I take your hand. Danica wraps her arms tighter around my neck.
You start down the hall, my hand in yours.
“Mummy?”
I turn my head a little so I can talk quietly. “Yes, sweetie?”
“Where are we going?”
“We have to talk to someone,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“We just have to sweetie.”
We reach a great oak door and you turn to me. “Serena will watch Danica while we talk to my mother.”
I look at the little girl in my arms and suddenly I don’t want to let her go ever. Why do I have such a feeling of dread deep down in my stomach? Why am I all in knots?
We’re safe here, aren’t we? No one here will hurt her, right?
I bend down so she can stand on the floor. She places her feet down and I smooth her hair. “Stay here while I go talk, okay?”
Her bottom lip trembles. “Mummy, don’t leave me.”
I hug her tight to me and kiss the top of her head. “It’ll be alright, Darling. Mummy will be right back. I promise. Serena will take good care of you.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispers.
“I’ll be right on the other side of the door,” I tell her and step back.
She reaches her hand out to me. “Mummy!”
I blink. I will not cry. I will see in her in a few minutes. I will not cry.
You grab my hand and turn the door knob and then we are inside.
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
23- Hermione
I am nervous and I know that you can feel it.
Your hand grabs mine and you smile at me, trying to be comforting.
Danica has her head on my shoulder as we sit in one of the chairs in the room that you called ‘the drawing room’.
I wonder briefly why the hell your family needs so many rooms. Its not as though your family is all that big and I’m sure that most of the rooms never get used, so what it the point? I really don’t see it, but I don’t ask you.
You’d probably just smirk at me or laugh and say I wouldn’t understand.
I guess those who don’t have a lot of money cant really understand.
A house elf enters the room and I cast you an evil glance.
You know how much I hate people having house elves as servants. No, slaves. Servants are treated better and can leave if they wish to.
House elves are stuck with the family they serve until freed.
And they are hardly ever freed.
She bows deeply and I wonder if they like it here. She seemed to smile at seeing you.
Could it be that you treat them better than your father had? Could you have a soft spot somewhere deep inside for the house elves and just never told me about it?
“Young Master Malfoy,” she starts, and her voice is squeaky. “Your mother will see you in the library.”
And you smile slightly. “Thank you, Serena.”
The house elf- who’s name I know now is Serena- bows once more. “Will there be anything else, Young Master Malfoy?”
“No.”
She glances at me and smiles slightly before backing out of the room.
I throw you a questioning glance and you smile. “Serena helped to raise me,” you explain. “Her and I have a close relationship.” He shrugs. “Not all people who have house elves are cruel to them,” you tell me and stand up, reaching your hand out to me. “Shall we?”
I glance at that hand, those strong fingers that used to dig into my hips nightly. The ones that could drive me crazy and I take your hand. Danica wraps her arms tighter around my neck.
You start down the hall, my hand in yours.
“Mummy?”
I turn my head a little so I can talk quietly. “Yes, sweetie?”
“Where are we going?”
“We have to talk to someone,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“We just have to sweetie.”
We reach a great oak door and you turn to me. “Serena will watch Danica while we talk to my mother.”
I look at the little girl in my arms and suddenly I don’t want to let her go ever. Why do I have such a feeling of dread deep down in my stomach? Why am I all in knots?
We’re safe here, aren’t we? No one here will hurt her, right?
I bend down so she can stand on the floor. She places her feet down and I smooth her hair. “Stay here while I go talk, okay?”
Her bottom lip trembles. “Mummy, don’t leave me.”
I hug her tight to me and kiss the top of her head. “It’ll be alright, Darling. Mummy will be right back. I promise. Serena will take good care of you.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispers.
“I’ll be right on the other side of the door,” I tell her and step back.
She reaches her hand out to me. “Mummy!”
I blink. I will not cry. I will see in her in a few minutes. I will not cry.
You grab my hand and turn the door knob and then we are inside.