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Christmas at Rosier Park
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
15,041
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own nothing related to the Harry Potter Series, and I make no money from writting this- I gain only joy
No one should be Alone
Chapter Two: No one should be Alone
The house was beyond Hermione’s wildest dreams, each room was lined with different precious pieces of the magical world’s history.
But it felt more like a museum than a home, and the current lord of Rosier Park seemed more like a visitor than an inhabitant.
She watched him as he guided her through the winding halls and seemingly endless series of rooms. He seemed to stay distant from everything, merely existing in the space and not living there.
She found it very strange, but it was not her place to say anything, she was here to deal with the enormous list of artifacts.
“Most things here were archived about three generations ago, I found all those records so you can go through and verify. The majority of the things in the attic are still unaccounted for, so that will take up the most of your time.” He explained guiding her through a doorway with his large warm hand on the small of her back.
“How long have you lived here Mr. Rosier?” she asked, a bit disconcerted by how much she liked the weight of his hand on her.
“A few years, and please call me Molock.” A thin smile on his lips
“Then I insist on Hermione,” she returned the smile.
“Hermione,” he said, seemingly testing the feel of her name on his lips, a slight gleam shined in his eyes.
Hermione could have sworn they flashed sliver.
“Come Hermione, the attic awaits. I should warn you it is a bit- overwhelming up there.”
“Trust me, it takes a lot to startle me.” She chuckled a little as the walked up a small winding back stair.
The small torches sprang to life as they passed until they reached a dark wooden door at the top.
With a push Moloch opened the portal and a rush of magical energy washed over the pair.
“Wow!” Hermione breathed out
“I did warn you,” Moloch whispered close to her ear.
“I have never felt anything like that before,” Hermione whispered back
“Generation of pure-blood family memorabilia is stored in this room, the amount of ‘finger-prints, I believe you call them, may be in the hundreds.”
“This is astounding, I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Perhaps the back and move forward, dealing with the oldest first.” Moloch suggested, waving his wand to widen the path across the crowded attic floor.
He smiled as he watched her basically skip to the back piles.
**
A few hours passed and Draco had paced the majority of the house before he called for Farren to make tea for him and his guest.
He was waiting in his study when Hermione arrived.
“How is it going?” He asked rising to pull out her chair.
“You would not believe what I have already found. There is a treasure trove in that attic of yours.” She smiled her thanks as she sat down.
“Well I am glad those heirlooms are finally bringing someone joy.” He laughed.
“What are your plans for all the artifacts?” she asked biting into the best teacake she had ever had. She let out s soft moan as the delicate chocolate melted on her tongue.
Draco shifted around in his seat, wow did that noise sound good coming out of her.
“Moloch?” she prompted
“Pardon, oh, I was going to place them in a family vault.” He said clearing his throat.
“I was wondering if I could borrow a few items to teach some new recruits to Euterpe.” She asked with a smile that could have melted any mans heart.
“By all means Hermione.” As if he could deny her.
“Thank you Moloch.” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand for a brief moment before returning to her cup of tea.
He smiled something genuine that was the first time someone had honestly thanked him in longer than he cared to remember.
**
“So how is everything going at Rosier Park?” Mrs. Crossland asked as she watched Hermione file her notes of the first few items.
“You could not begin to imagine what that attic holds. The Rosier’s are connected to at least eight of the most influential British Magical families for the last nine generations. We could start a history museum with a fraction of what is hidden away up there.”
“And what of the lord of the manor?” the older archivist asked
“He is fine,” she said rather unconvincingly
“Is he rude to you?” her bossed asked ready to defend her employee.
“No he is, well, lonely.” Hermione said with a frown.
“Well no one should be lonely, especially this time of year.”
“I could not agree more,” Hermione’s frown turned into a smile as she began to plot.
**
Draco was pacing around the main hall, Hermione was a half hour late and he was worried.
He was just about to send Farren out to find her when the wards signaled her arrival at the gate.
Draco, or Moloch rather, appeared at the gate to let her in himself.
“Are you okay Hermione?” he asked letting her in,
“Yes, I am sorry I am late, had a few things to pick up for my dinner party tonight and it took a bit longer than planned.”
“No that is fine, I have just known you to be late.” And the second Draco said that he regretted it, Hermione had that look on her beautiful face.
“That is to say, your reputation follows you.”
“Ahh,” she replied, but he could tell she didn’t completely buy that cover. “I was actually wondering if you were busy tonight.” She asked taking the Rosier heir by surprise.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well since you are relatively new here I thought you might like a chance to have some Christmas fun and meet more of the local wizarding community.”
“I, um,” Draco was never one to stammer.
“You don’t have to, I just thought,” she started as Farren took her coat.
“No, I would love too.”
“Excellent, my cottage, Sun Crest Cottage, around 6.”
“Sounds perfect.” He smiled as she started up the stairs to the attic.
**
Hermione left at three to start preparing and Draco spent three hours staring at his closet and then at the flowers in his greenhouse.
Finally dressed in black slacks and grey sweater and armed with a bouquet of winter lilies, Moloch was ready to floo to Hermione’s cottage.
With a calming breath he stepped into the hearth and a moment later was standing in a cozy sitting area.
“Harry is that you?” Hermione’s voice drifted into the room.
“It’s Moloch,” he answered.
She appeared in the far doorway, “Welcome, come right in.” she moved into the room, her pair feet padding on the hard wood.
“I brought these.” He offered the flowers, feeling rather awkward in her comfortable little cottage.
“Oh they are lovely, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to, it was very kind of you to invite me.”
“No one should spend so much time alone, especially not around Christmas.” She rested her hand on his shoulder briefly before heading off to find a vase.
Draco felt the electric current shoot through his body from his shoulder. This was going to be an interesting dinner.
A/N:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, not entirely sure where this plot is heading, but i let the muse lead.
Cheers,
Sarah
The house was beyond Hermione’s wildest dreams, each room was lined with different precious pieces of the magical world’s history.
But it felt more like a museum than a home, and the current lord of Rosier Park seemed more like a visitor than an inhabitant.
She watched him as he guided her through the winding halls and seemingly endless series of rooms. He seemed to stay distant from everything, merely existing in the space and not living there.
She found it very strange, but it was not her place to say anything, she was here to deal with the enormous list of artifacts.
“Most things here were archived about three generations ago, I found all those records so you can go through and verify. The majority of the things in the attic are still unaccounted for, so that will take up the most of your time.” He explained guiding her through a doorway with his large warm hand on the small of her back.
“How long have you lived here Mr. Rosier?” she asked, a bit disconcerted by how much she liked the weight of his hand on her.
“A few years, and please call me Molock.” A thin smile on his lips
“Then I insist on Hermione,” she returned the smile.
“Hermione,” he said, seemingly testing the feel of her name on his lips, a slight gleam shined in his eyes.
Hermione could have sworn they flashed sliver.
“Come Hermione, the attic awaits. I should warn you it is a bit- overwhelming up there.”
“Trust me, it takes a lot to startle me.” She chuckled a little as the walked up a small winding back stair.
The small torches sprang to life as they passed until they reached a dark wooden door at the top.
With a push Moloch opened the portal and a rush of magical energy washed over the pair.
“Wow!” Hermione breathed out
“I did warn you,” Moloch whispered close to her ear.
“I have never felt anything like that before,” Hermione whispered back
“Generation of pure-blood family memorabilia is stored in this room, the amount of ‘finger-prints, I believe you call them, may be in the hundreds.”
“This is astounding, I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Perhaps the back and move forward, dealing with the oldest first.” Moloch suggested, waving his wand to widen the path across the crowded attic floor.
He smiled as he watched her basically skip to the back piles.
**
A few hours passed and Draco had paced the majority of the house before he called for Farren to make tea for him and his guest.
He was waiting in his study when Hermione arrived.
“How is it going?” He asked rising to pull out her chair.
“You would not believe what I have already found. There is a treasure trove in that attic of yours.” She smiled her thanks as she sat down.
“Well I am glad those heirlooms are finally bringing someone joy.” He laughed.
“What are your plans for all the artifacts?” she asked biting into the best teacake she had ever had. She let out s soft moan as the delicate chocolate melted on her tongue.
Draco shifted around in his seat, wow did that noise sound good coming out of her.
“Moloch?” she prompted
“Pardon, oh, I was going to place them in a family vault.” He said clearing his throat.
“I was wondering if I could borrow a few items to teach some new recruits to Euterpe.” She asked with a smile that could have melted any mans heart.
“By all means Hermione.” As if he could deny her.
“Thank you Moloch.” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand for a brief moment before returning to her cup of tea.
He smiled something genuine that was the first time someone had honestly thanked him in longer than he cared to remember.
**
“So how is everything going at Rosier Park?” Mrs. Crossland asked as she watched Hermione file her notes of the first few items.
“You could not begin to imagine what that attic holds. The Rosier’s are connected to at least eight of the most influential British Magical families for the last nine generations. We could start a history museum with a fraction of what is hidden away up there.”
“And what of the lord of the manor?” the older archivist asked
“He is fine,” she said rather unconvincingly
“Is he rude to you?” her bossed asked ready to defend her employee.
“No he is, well, lonely.” Hermione said with a frown.
“Well no one should be lonely, especially this time of year.”
“I could not agree more,” Hermione’s frown turned into a smile as she began to plot.
**
Draco was pacing around the main hall, Hermione was a half hour late and he was worried.
He was just about to send Farren out to find her when the wards signaled her arrival at the gate.
Draco, or Moloch rather, appeared at the gate to let her in himself.
“Are you okay Hermione?” he asked letting her in,
“Yes, I am sorry I am late, had a few things to pick up for my dinner party tonight and it took a bit longer than planned.”
“No that is fine, I have just known you to be late.” And the second Draco said that he regretted it, Hermione had that look on her beautiful face.
“That is to say, your reputation follows you.”
“Ahh,” she replied, but he could tell she didn’t completely buy that cover. “I was actually wondering if you were busy tonight.” She asked taking the Rosier heir by surprise.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well since you are relatively new here I thought you might like a chance to have some Christmas fun and meet more of the local wizarding community.”
“I, um,” Draco was never one to stammer.
“You don’t have to, I just thought,” she started as Farren took her coat.
“No, I would love too.”
“Excellent, my cottage, Sun Crest Cottage, around 6.”
“Sounds perfect.” He smiled as she started up the stairs to the attic.
**
Hermione left at three to start preparing and Draco spent three hours staring at his closet and then at the flowers in his greenhouse.
Finally dressed in black slacks and grey sweater and armed with a bouquet of winter lilies, Moloch was ready to floo to Hermione’s cottage.
With a calming breath he stepped into the hearth and a moment later was standing in a cozy sitting area.
“Harry is that you?” Hermione’s voice drifted into the room.
“It’s Moloch,” he answered.
She appeared in the far doorway, “Welcome, come right in.” she moved into the room, her pair feet padding on the hard wood.
“I brought these.” He offered the flowers, feeling rather awkward in her comfortable little cottage.
“Oh they are lovely, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to, it was very kind of you to invite me.”
“No one should spend so much time alone, especially not around Christmas.” She rested her hand on his shoulder briefly before heading off to find a vase.
Draco felt the electric current shoot through his body from his shoulder. This was going to be an interesting dinner.
A/N:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, not entirely sure where this plot is heading, but i let the muse lead.
Cheers,
Sarah