If This Were A Normal Day...
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Adult ++
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35
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14,078
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Mudblood Angels
Disclaimer -- I don\'t own any part of the Harry Potter universe and I\'m not making any money from this story. This applies to all future chapters.
A/N: Well, as previously stated, this story isn\'t very racey. I simply had to post it here because FanFiction.net was deleting my accounts (4 different pen names!! 4!) I hope you enjoy it.
Btw, I\'m leaving all the old authors notes in the chapters so don\'t be weirded out. lol
If This Had Been a Normal Day...
Chapter 1- Mudblood Angels
It was the first night of their return to Hogwarts. 7th year. This was going to be the year. Hermione was the newly elected Head Girl and felt nothing could go wrong. After sorting, Dumbledore had made the announcement that there was to be a ball. Sort of a welcome back gift for the students. . She was going to tell him. He would finally know her feelings for him. The heart-wrenching torch she carried for him.
She could see it so clearly in her mind. He would want to dance only with her. They would twirl and laugh and whisper softly in each other’s ears. Then, when the younger students were ushered off to bed for the night and the music was low; he would lead her for a moonlit stroll through the garden. There, she would profess her love. He would take her in his arms and confess that he\'d always felt the same. He\'d take her in his arms and press his lips to hers. Hermionie floated in a dreamy haze through the week with which they were given to prepare.
She had spent every sickle to her name making sure she looked like a goddess. Her dress was white with intricate patterns of the tiniest, sparkly beads adorning it, made perfectly to shimmer in candlelight. It was what she called a “poofy dress”, with the ruffle underneath that made it fan out when she twirled. How could she not feel like a princess in this?
The night of the ball, she spent ages in front of the mirror with her wand. She tried at least 50 different hairstyles before finally letting it fall in silken curls down her back. She applied a light, shimmery eyeshadow with a little mascara and a little lip gloss. She stood back to appraise herself. It was just like she\'d envisioned it. She glided into the room on a cloud. She spotted him immediately. His messy black hair and piercing green eyes. She drew in a sharp breath. He smiled and waved her over...but that\'s where her fantasy ended.
Sure, he had danced with her once or twice, but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. Particularly on the petite redhead to his right. Hermionie tried to shrug it off. Tonight was her night.
It was time. The candles burned low. The children had been cleared for the night. There was an unmistakable air of romance in the room as the older students danced slow and close. She requested to see him in the garden. She noted a slight look of irritation in his eyes at being pulled away from Ginny, but nevertheless, he followed. Which she took as a positive sign.
He turned to face her....this was it.... It came pouring out like a dam bursting. Her love, her devotion, what she would do for him. She was winded by the time her monologue was over. Harry was simply silent. He didn\'t sweep her up into his arms.....he barely even looked at her. When he finally spoke it sounded like a jumble of words. Words that were ugly to her ears like \"great girl\" and \"love you like a sister\" and then by far the ugliest \"I\'m asking out Ginny tonight\". He even had the audacity to throw in \"You know, Ron has always fancied you...\" He had just crumpled her love into a little ball and hurled it away from him as if it were something foul and was now trying to pawn her off on someone else. It was more than she could stand, but she simply smiled sweetly and told him he hoped Ginny accepted his offer. He gave her the charming smile that made her melt every time before hugging her awkwardly and walking back inside. She watched from the garden entrance as her best friend got her fantasy. He twirled her, held her close, whispered in her ear. She her brain didn\'t know how to respond.
Now she stood alone on the window seal of the astronomy tower. She thought of the boy who just unwittingly, but so savagely just broken her heart. The pain was so big, it felt as though her body couldn\'t hold it. She was so cold inside. Hermione gazed down at the grounds. She grabbed the sides of the window and leaned her body out into the cool night air. It would be so easy....so quick. The pain would be gone. Just the sweet, blissful oblivion of death. She could hear her heart beat in her ears as she strained to lean just a little farther into the breeze, working up her courage. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn\'t hear the door open silently behind her....
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Draco entered the Astronomy Tower and was shocked to find another person had beaten him there. He figured everyone was still snogging in the Great Hall. But this didn\'t seem to be just any person. She looked like an angel perched upon the window. The wind whipped at her dress and tossed her long hair about and she leaned into the breeze with her eyes closed. It was the most beautiful thing he\'d ever seen. He noticed he\'d been holding his breath. He began to make his presence known when something horrifying happened. His angel simply stepped forward and flung herself into the deep, black night.
With lightning speed he lunged forward groping desperately for some form of her. He came up with one handful of dress and another of soft, silky curls. He heaved her up through the open window and spun her around to face him.
“What the hell were you doing?!?” he screamed. He stopped and took a good look at the girl. It wasn’t an angel at all.
“Granger??” he asked in disbelief. He noticed that she didn’t respond. She was limp. Only his hands on her shoulders where keeping her from hitting the ground. Her eyes were glazed over and expressionless.
“Granger!” he called to her and gave her shoulders a slightly rough shake.
“Ganger! Granger! Hermione?” he called, but there was no response.
“Shit” he thought.
What was he going to do?
He took a deep breath and sighed.
If this had been a normal day, he probably wouldn\'t have cared.
Hell, he probably would have given her an extra shove out the window for good measure. But the pitiful way she looked stirred something inside him.
He scooped her up in his arms and began to carry her towards their common room.
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Hermione was still enveloped in her thoughts.
If this had been a normal day, the thought of being carried anywhere by Draco Malfoy would have repulsed her, but it wasn’t a normal day and being curled up in a pair of big strong arms seemed like a good idea to her.
She still couldn’t bring herself to speak. The pain was too big. It swelled into her mouth and prevented the slightest peep.
She realized they were heading towards the common room and relaxed.
No reason to bitch out someone who was actually taking an interest in her well being. She really didn’t care anyway. She closed her eyes once again and zoned out.
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Draco strode across the common room towards Hermione’s bedroom portrait. The snide picture of a previous Head Girl with a pug, upturned nose snorted “Password?” to him.
He rolled his eyes and replied “Potter.”
The door swung open and he carried her inside. He placed her gently on her bed, but she still didn\'t respond.
He hesitated for a moment.
“Granger, are you going to be ok?” he asked. Complete silence. Shit.
He pulled her shoes off and threw them on the floor. To his utter shock, she didn’t even argue when he unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.
He sorted through he trunk looking for pajamas he found suitable.
“Well if I\'m dressing the bitch, I\'m at least going to pick out something I like” he thought.
He pulled out a soft, white spaghetti strapped tank top. It reminded him of what she wore in the window when her beauty had caught him so off guard.
He struggled with the thought of whether or not to remove her bra....Pansy never liked to sleep in a bra...maybe Hermionie was the same....maybe she was different.....maybe he would get a black eye for his trouble....
He cocked his head to one side and thought hard. Hell, go for it. He leaned her forward and unsnapped the white strapless bra. She didn’t fight. He pulled the tank top over her head. It was like dressing a large, limp doll.
Draco turned down her blankets and tucked her in. He then blew out the candles and headed toward the portrait door.
“Draco?” a soft, fragile voice called to him.
Now if it had been a normal day, he would have thought someone else was in the room. The voice that spoke did not spit Malfoy at him, laced with hate and malice. It was delicate and shaky and it hung in the air as though threatening to break.
“Yes, Grange.....um...Hermione?” he asked, returning the small favor of using first names.
She took a deep shaky breath. He could tell she was about to cry.
“Please don’t leave me.”
He thought about it. He soft sniffs and sobs were the only sound in the darkness. He walked over and kicked his shoes off and crawled into the bed beside her. He had expected her to turn away. To move to the farthest edge of the bed in an attempt not to make contact with him, but was once again surprised when she curled up against him and laid her head on his chest.
He lay awake for a few moments. In an immense burst of pity, even gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, then silently drifted off himself.
A/N: Well, as previously stated, this story isn\'t very racey. I simply had to post it here because FanFiction.net was deleting my accounts (4 different pen names!! 4!) I hope you enjoy it.
Btw, I\'m leaving all the old authors notes in the chapters so don\'t be weirded out. lol
If This Had Been a Normal Day...
Chapter 1- Mudblood Angels
It was the first night of their return to Hogwarts. 7th year. This was going to be the year. Hermione was the newly elected Head Girl and felt nothing could go wrong. After sorting, Dumbledore had made the announcement that there was to be a ball. Sort of a welcome back gift for the students. . She was going to tell him. He would finally know her feelings for him. The heart-wrenching torch she carried for him.
She could see it so clearly in her mind. He would want to dance only with her. They would twirl and laugh and whisper softly in each other’s ears. Then, when the younger students were ushered off to bed for the night and the music was low; he would lead her for a moonlit stroll through the garden. There, she would profess her love. He would take her in his arms and confess that he\'d always felt the same. He\'d take her in his arms and press his lips to hers. Hermionie floated in a dreamy haze through the week with which they were given to prepare.
She had spent every sickle to her name making sure she looked like a goddess. Her dress was white with intricate patterns of the tiniest, sparkly beads adorning it, made perfectly to shimmer in candlelight. It was what she called a “poofy dress”, with the ruffle underneath that made it fan out when she twirled. How could she not feel like a princess in this?
The night of the ball, she spent ages in front of the mirror with her wand. She tried at least 50 different hairstyles before finally letting it fall in silken curls down her back. She applied a light, shimmery eyeshadow with a little mascara and a little lip gloss. She stood back to appraise herself. It was just like she\'d envisioned it. She glided into the room on a cloud. She spotted him immediately. His messy black hair and piercing green eyes. She drew in a sharp breath. He smiled and waved her over...but that\'s where her fantasy ended.
Sure, he had danced with her once or twice, but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. Particularly on the petite redhead to his right. Hermionie tried to shrug it off. Tonight was her night.
It was time. The candles burned low. The children had been cleared for the night. There was an unmistakable air of romance in the room as the older students danced slow and close. She requested to see him in the garden. She noted a slight look of irritation in his eyes at being pulled away from Ginny, but nevertheless, he followed. Which she took as a positive sign.
He turned to face her....this was it.... It came pouring out like a dam bursting. Her love, her devotion, what she would do for him. She was winded by the time her monologue was over. Harry was simply silent. He didn\'t sweep her up into his arms.....he barely even looked at her. When he finally spoke it sounded like a jumble of words. Words that were ugly to her ears like \"great girl\" and \"love you like a sister\" and then by far the ugliest \"I\'m asking out Ginny tonight\". He even had the audacity to throw in \"You know, Ron has always fancied you...\" He had just crumpled her love into a little ball and hurled it away from him as if it were something foul and was now trying to pawn her off on someone else. It was more than she could stand, but she simply smiled sweetly and told him he hoped Ginny accepted his offer. He gave her the charming smile that made her melt every time before hugging her awkwardly and walking back inside. She watched from the garden entrance as her best friend got her fantasy. He twirled her, held her close, whispered in her ear. She her brain didn\'t know how to respond.
Now she stood alone on the window seal of the astronomy tower. She thought of the boy who just unwittingly, but so savagely just broken her heart. The pain was so big, it felt as though her body couldn\'t hold it. She was so cold inside. Hermione gazed down at the grounds. She grabbed the sides of the window and leaned her body out into the cool night air. It would be so easy....so quick. The pain would be gone. Just the sweet, blissful oblivion of death. She could hear her heart beat in her ears as she strained to lean just a little farther into the breeze, working up her courage. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn\'t hear the door open silently behind her....
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Draco entered the Astronomy Tower and was shocked to find another person had beaten him there. He figured everyone was still snogging in the Great Hall. But this didn\'t seem to be just any person. She looked like an angel perched upon the window. The wind whipped at her dress and tossed her long hair about and she leaned into the breeze with her eyes closed. It was the most beautiful thing he\'d ever seen. He noticed he\'d been holding his breath. He began to make his presence known when something horrifying happened. His angel simply stepped forward and flung herself into the deep, black night.
With lightning speed he lunged forward groping desperately for some form of her. He came up with one handful of dress and another of soft, silky curls. He heaved her up through the open window and spun her around to face him.
“What the hell were you doing?!?” he screamed. He stopped and took a good look at the girl. It wasn’t an angel at all.
“Granger??” he asked in disbelief. He noticed that she didn’t respond. She was limp. Only his hands on her shoulders where keeping her from hitting the ground. Her eyes were glazed over and expressionless.
“Granger!” he called to her and gave her shoulders a slightly rough shake.
“Ganger! Granger! Hermione?” he called, but there was no response.
“Shit” he thought.
What was he going to do?
He took a deep breath and sighed.
If this had been a normal day, he probably wouldn\'t have cared.
Hell, he probably would have given her an extra shove out the window for good measure. But the pitiful way she looked stirred something inside him.
He scooped her up in his arms and began to carry her towards their common room.
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Hermione was still enveloped in her thoughts.
If this had been a normal day, the thought of being carried anywhere by Draco Malfoy would have repulsed her, but it wasn’t a normal day and being curled up in a pair of big strong arms seemed like a good idea to her.
She still couldn’t bring herself to speak. The pain was too big. It swelled into her mouth and prevented the slightest peep.
She realized they were heading towards the common room and relaxed.
No reason to bitch out someone who was actually taking an interest in her well being. She really didn’t care anyway. She closed her eyes once again and zoned out.
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Draco strode across the common room towards Hermione’s bedroom portrait. The snide picture of a previous Head Girl with a pug, upturned nose snorted “Password?” to him.
He rolled his eyes and replied “Potter.”
The door swung open and he carried her inside. He placed her gently on her bed, but she still didn\'t respond.
He hesitated for a moment.
“Granger, are you going to be ok?” he asked. Complete silence. Shit.
He pulled her shoes off and threw them on the floor. To his utter shock, she didn’t even argue when he unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.
He sorted through he trunk looking for pajamas he found suitable.
“Well if I\'m dressing the bitch, I\'m at least going to pick out something I like” he thought.
He pulled out a soft, white spaghetti strapped tank top. It reminded him of what she wore in the window when her beauty had caught him so off guard.
He struggled with the thought of whether or not to remove her bra....Pansy never liked to sleep in a bra...maybe Hermionie was the same....maybe she was different.....maybe he would get a black eye for his trouble....
He cocked his head to one side and thought hard. Hell, go for it. He leaned her forward and unsnapped the white strapless bra. She didn’t fight. He pulled the tank top over her head. It was like dressing a large, limp doll.
Draco turned down her blankets and tucked her in. He then blew out the candles and headed toward the portrait door.
“Draco?” a soft, fragile voice called to him.
Now if it had been a normal day, he would have thought someone else was in the room. The voice that spoke did not spit Malfoy at him, laced with hate and malice. It was delicate and shaky and it hung in the air as though threatening to break.
“Yes, Grange.....um...Hermione?” he asked, returning the small favor of using first names.
She took a deep shaky breath. He could tell she was about to cry.
“Please don’t leave me.”
He thought about it. He soft sniffs and sobs were the only sound in the darkness. He walked over and kicked his shoes off and crawled into the bed beside her. He had expected her to turn away. To move to the farthest edge of the bed in an attempt not to make contact with him, but was once again surprised when she curled up against him and laid her head on his chest.
He lay awake for a few moments. In an immense burst of pity, even gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, then silently drifted off himself.