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Scared Lion Cub-REVISED 8/20
OK so I'm glad so many of you liked what happen. I will try and keep Draco his bad ass self as always. I mean, who doesn't?
So, things to think about. Is Hermione going to say yes? Can Draco handle rejection if she says no? Well find out! On with the show!!
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Chapter 22- Scared Lion Cub-Revised 8/20
She didn't look back. Probably wasn't the bravest moment in Gryffindor history but Hermione really didn't register that she fled. Crashing into the guest room with a loud bang, she flung herself onto the floor.
"What!? What do I do!?" Hermione cried desperately. Hands ran along her face, then stopped rub her eyes with the palm of her hands. What was he thinking asking her to marry him? Surely it was all a prank, right? All a prank.
Hermione remember a time, third year maybe second year, when Draco had hexed her teeth to grow that of a beaver's. Took Madam Pumfrey six different potions and spells to have her front teeth grow back to normal size. She couldn't look at him for the rest of the year. Until she decked him of course.
Was it like then, too? Just a mean little boy, trying to play games, pull a few pranks. He wasn't a boy though. No, not anymore. Draco had become much more handsome as the years went on. His chest and shoulders had broadened, his face more square and...just manly. Draco was the pure essence of the male species.
Hermione didn't know why she was so afraid. This wasn't like herself at all. Where was the strong will, thick headed girl that walked off the Hogwarts Express a little over six years ago? Where was the know-it-all muggle born that wowed the wizarding world with her extent knowledge of a world she never knew? Hiding in the guest room of the most wealthy wizard in all of England, thats where.
Pulling herself off the floor, Hermione sat on the cushioned stool looking at her distressed face in the mirror infront of her. Marry Draco? Did she, heaven, did she even love him? Sure, he made her swoon. He treated her a women, not The Golden Girl. He was intelligent, charming, powerful, in charge, hell he was her dream Renaissance man! Isn't he all she ever wanted?
Picking up the hair brush on the vanity, Hermione held the cool metal handle in her hand. Pulling her locks out of the bun, Hermione slowly combed her curly locks. Her mother would brush her hair when she was younger after a stressful day. Oh, she wished her mother was here.
"Hermione?" came a female voice from the door.
"Yes?" Hermione squeaked. Putting the brush down, she walked to the door to see a concered Narcissa in the door way.
"May I come in?"
"Of course! This is your house. I'm only a guest!" Stepping aside, the elderly witch walked in watching the young women in front of her. Hermione slowly closed the white door, and breathed heavy. She was nervous, Narcissa knew that. Who wouldn't be. Eighteen years old and asked to marry a man she hardly knew. Narcissa felt her pain.
Years ago, she was asked to marry into the most wealthy family ever to walk the streets of England. Everyone knew Lucius. Who ever didn't, was well informed by those who were shocked that they didn't know such a royal wizard. Narcissa was at a tea gathering with her mother when she was introduced to Lucius' mother, Francesca. Not the prettiest name, but her looks made up for it. Beautiful rich brown hair, that reminded her of Hermione's. Francesca was witty, and never let anyone walk on top of her.
When her and her late husband were old enough, he tried to woo Narcissa, wanting to make the arrangement the least awkward as a possible. Trips to Greece, France, and for some reason Russia. He bought her diamonds, emeralds, pearls, and her greatest love, amber. Lucius was always a gentleman with her, never raised his voice or a hand to her. And eventually, just before they said their vows, they fell in love.
"Dear, what's the matter?" Narcissa questioned. Hermione paced the length of the room, twirling a lock of hair on her pointer finger. She knew this was a habit Hermione had when she was confused and thinking hard. Narcissa had watched her do this countless times. It was cute, poor lass probably didn't even know she was doing it.
"Why? Why?!" cried a frustrated Hermione. "We were having so much fun together. We read together, patrolled together, hell we had civilized conversations! Do you know how hard it is for me to have an intellectual conversation with someone? For Merlin's sake I'm best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasely and I can't get even that. I'm all plans and saving arses to people! But, but
Draco. Oh, he was a breath of fresh air. We talked about loads of stuff. And-"
"Hermione. What's this really about? Do you not like Draco?" interrupted
Narcissa.
"No. That's the problem!"
"Why?"
"Because, I do like him. A lot. Holy bloody hell, I think I love him! Oh goodness! What are Ron and Harry going to say? What is Ginny gonna say? Oh, she's gonna rub this in. She knew-"
"Hermione. Calm down. Breathe. Here come sit by me." Patting the open space on the bed, she smiled warmly at the frantic girl. "Now, is loving my son so bad?"
"Well no, its just that what will everyone think? That suddenly I'm in love with Draco Malfoy? Please."
Narcissa thought back to the night before when she had seen Hermione wearing the Black Family Necklace. In her family, it was tradition for the male Black to give it to a female they "laid claim to". Barbaric maybe, but back then it was a symbol of connection between the giver and receiver. And Hermione had worn it proudly. Probably didn't know what it entitled to her, but accepting the serpent necklace and wearing it in front of Draco's associates, labeled her as his.
She knew people would understand why the young witch attended her son's coming of age party. All they had to do was see who's arm Hermione was on and what she wore.No one dared to harm a hair on her head that night. Or face the wrath of Draco.
'Ah, Draco" thought Narcissa, 'he must be worried.' Narcissa smiled at the memory of when she told Draco of her plans with Miss Granger. He was estatic that he was paired up with someone he actually liked. Draco had shared concerns with her earlier that she would pair him up with someone like Pansy or Millicent. Charming girls, but not Malfoy material.
"Hermione dear. Do you recall that necklace Draco gave you last night?"
"Yes. Did you want it back? I told Dra-"
"No, no dear. It is yours. I thought that you would understand more if I mentioned its importance. You see, my family, the Blacks, although not as wealthy as the Malfoys, is still very well known. That necklace belonged tomy great-great Aunt Cassiopeia Black. She received it as a courting present from her husband. By the way, did you know that your friend Harry is Draco's second cousin? Anyway, the necklace was a symbol of, how do you say, possession. Not like a slave or house elf, but that you are under protection of the giver. Do you understand?"
"So, the other night when Draco said, 'This will keep the vultures away if I'm not around' when he gave me the necklace, he was...branding me?" Hermione asked puzzled. Standing from the bed she paced. "He was marking me as his territory? Like a dog?" her voiced raised in anger at the thought of someone trying to lable her persons as their own.
"Hermione dear! It is not ment as such here. Draco did that for your own protection. Some pureblood families still hold a grudge to you and your friends for taking down the Dark Lord. He wanted to make sure no one would hurt you." Narcissa tried to explain before the Gryffindor went on a killing spree. She watched as Hermione sat back down on the bed, and gave a heavy sigh.
"I guess I should apologize. I'm not used to having to be protected." Hermione admitted giving a weak smile. "He isn't going to want me now, is he?"
Narcissa laughed at the young witch. Clearly she really didn't know.
"Oh, he'll be a bit angry at first. But if you told him what you told me earlier, all will be forgiven and forgotten."
"What did I tell you?"
"That you love Draco. Now, run along. Mustn't keep the man waiting." Ushering her out of the room, Narcissa wished her luck, and watched as Hermione walked back down to the Pearl Room to find Draco.
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Ok I updated this chapter because I didn't like what came out. I promise I'll never write a chapter on my phone again....lol. So hopefully you all like this chapter better. And I hope I fixed that sissy Hermione. Until tomorrow!
MMK
So, things to think about. Is Hermione going to say yes? Can Draco handle rejection if she says no? Well find out! On with the show!!
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Chapter 22- Scared Lion Cub-Revised 8/20
She didn't look back. Probably wasn't the bravest moment in Gryffindor history but Hermione really didn't register that she fled. Crashing into the guest room with a loud bang, she flung herself onto the floor.
"What!? What do I do!?" Hermione cried desperately. Hands ran along her face, then stopped rub her eyes with the palm of her hands. What was he thinking asking her to marry him? Surely it was all a prank, right? All a prank.
Hermione remember a time, third year maybe second year, when Draco had hexed her teeth to grow that of a beaver's. Took Madam Pumfrey six different potions and spells to have her front teeth grow back to normal size. She couldn't look at him for the rest of the year. Until she decked him of course.
Was it like then, too? Just a mean little boy, trying to play games, pull a few pranks. He wasn't a boy though. No, not anymore. Draco had become much more handsome as the years went on. His chest and shoulders had broadened, his face more square and...just manly. Draco was the pure essence of the male species.
Hermione didn't know why she was so afraid. This wasn't like herself at all. Where was the strong will, thick headed girl that walked off the Hogwarts Express a little over six years ago? Where was the know-it-all muggle born that wowed the wizarding world with her extent knowledge of a world she never knew? Hiding in the guest room of the most wealthy wizard in all of England, thats where.
Pulling herself off the floor, Hermione sat on the cushioned stool looking at her distressed face in the mirror infront of her. Marry Draco? Did she, heaven, did she even love him? Sure, he made her swoon. He treated her a women, not The Golden Girl. He was intelligent, charming, powerful, in charge, hell he was her dream Renaissance man! Isn't he all she ever wanted?
Picking up the hair brush on the vanity, Hermione held the cool metal handle in her hand. Pulling her locks out of the bun, Hermione slowly combed her curly locks. Her mother would brush her hair when she was younger after a stressful day. Oh, she wished her mother was here.
"Hermione?" came a female voice from the door.
"Yes?" Hermione squeaked. Putting the brush down, she walked to the door to see a concered Narcissa in the door way.
"May I come in?"
"Of course! This is your house. I'm only a guest!" Stepping aside, the elderly witch walked in watching the young women in front of her. Hermione slowly closed the white door, and breathed heavy. She was nervous, Narcissa knew that. Who wouldn't be. Eighteen years old and asked to marry a man she hardly knew. Narcissa felt her pain.
Years ago, she was asked to marry into the most wealthy family ever to walk the streets of England. Everyone knew Lucius. Who ever didn't, was well informed by those who were shocked that they didn't know such a royal wizard. Narcissa was at a tea gathering with her mother when she was introduced to Lucius' mother, Francesca. Not the prettiest name, but her looks made up for it. Beautiful rich brown hair, that reminded her of Hermione's. Francesca was witty, and never let anyone walk on top of her.
When her and her late husband were old enough, he tried to woo Narcissa, wanting to make the arrangement the least awkward as a possible. Trips to Greece, France, and for some reason Russia. He bought her diamonds, emeralds, pearls, and her greatest love, amber. Lucius was always a gentleman with her, never raised his voice or a hand to her. And eventually, just before they said their vows, they fell in love.
"Dear, what's the matter?" Narcissa questioned. Hermione paced the length of the room, twirling a lock of hair on her pointer finger. She knew this was a habit Hermione had when she was confused and thinking hard. Narcissa had watched her do this countless times. It was cute, poor lass probably didn't even know she was doing it.
"Why? Why?!" cried a frustrated Hermione. "We were having so much fun together. We read together, patrolled together, hell we had civilized conversations! Do you know how hard it is for me to have an intellectual conversation with someone? For Merlin's sake I'm best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasely and I can't get even that. I'm all plans and saving arses to people! But, but
Draco. Oh, he was a breath of fresh air. We talked about loads of stuff. And-"
"Hermione. What's this really about? Do you not like Draco?" interrupted
Narcissa.
"No. That's the problem!"
"Why?"
"Because, I do like him. A lot. Holy bloody hell, I think I love him! Oh goodness! What are Ron and Harry going to say? What is Ginny gonna say? Oh, she's gonna rub this in. She knew-"
"Hermione. Calm down. Breathe. Here come sit by me." Patting the open space on the bed, she smiled warmly at the frantic girl. "Now, is loving my son so bad?"
"Well no, its just that what will everyone think? That suddenly I'm in love with Draco Malfoy? Please."
Narcissa thought back to the night before when she had seen Hermione wearing the Black Family Necklace. In her family, it was tradition for the male Black to give it to a female they "laid claim to". Barbaric maybe, but back then it was a symbol of connection between the giver and receiver. And Hermione had worn it proudly. Probably didn't know what it entitled to her, but accepting the serpent necklace and wearing it in front of Draco's associates, labeled her as his.
She knew people would understand why the young witch attended her son's coming of age party. All they had to do was see who's arm Hermione was on and what she wore.No one dared to harm a hair on her head that night. Or face the wrath of Draco.
'Ah, Draco" thought Narcissa, 'he must be worried.' Narcissa smiled at the memory of when she told Draco of her plans with Miss Granger. He was estatic that he was paired up with someone he actually liked. Draco had shared concerns with her earlier that she would pair him up with someone like Pansy or Millicent. Charming girls, but not Malfoy material.
"Hermione dear. Do you recall that necklace Draco gave you last night?"
"Yes. Did you want it back? I told Dra-"
"No, no dear. It is yours. I thought that you would understand more if I mentioned its importance. You see, my family, the Blacks, although not as wealthy as the Malfoys, is still very well known. That necklace belonged tomy great-great Aunt Cassiopeia Black. She received it as a courting present from her husband. By the way, did you know that your friend Harry is Draco's second cousin? Anyway, the necklace was a symbol of, how do you say, possession. Not like a slave or house elf, but that you are under protection of the giver. Do you understand?"
"So, the other night when Draco said, 'This will keep the vultures away if I'm not around' when he gave me the necklace, he was...branding me?" Hermione asked puzzled. Standing from the bed she paced. "He was marking me as his territory? Like a dog?" her voiced raised in anger at the thought of someone trying to lable her persons as their own.
"Hermione dear! It is not ment as such here. Draco did that for your own protection. Some pureblood families still hold a grudge to you and your friends for taking down the Dark Lord. He wanted to make sure no one would hurt you." Narcissa tried to explain before the Gryffindor went on a killing spree. She watched as Hermione sat back down on the bed, and gave a heavy sigh.
"I guess I should apologize. I'm not used to having to be protected." Hermione admitted giving a weak smile. "He isn't going to want me now, is he?"
Narcissa laughed at the young witch. Clearly she really didn't know.
"Oh, he'll be a bit angry at first. But if you told him what you told me earlier, all will be forgiven and forgotten."
"What did I tell you?"
"That you love Draco. Now, run along. Mustn't keep the man waiting." Ushering her out of the room, Narcissa wished her luck, and watched as Hermione walked back down to the Pearl Room to find Draco.
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Ok I updated this chapter because I didn't like what came out. I promise I'll never write a chapter on my phone again....lol. So hopefully you all like this chapter better. And I hope I fixed that sissy Hermione. Until tomorrow!
MMK