Past Sins

Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.

(A/N - This Chapter is filler for what is to come, Sorry it has been a long time since my last update, summer and life has really slowed down my muse while I was out having fun and enjoying the sunshine, I hope to have more time to write in the weeks to come thank you all for your loyalty. This story still does not have a beta so bare with me for any typos and run on sentences! Thank you!)

Past Sins - 03


Draco Malfoy

Darco Malfoy sat in his private study at Malfoy Manor. He never really realized how big the Manor was while he was a child, but now that his Mom and Dad were deceased and he was there all alone, the screaming silence of the Manor was unbearable.

He had been reading the Daily Prophet’s real estate section daily looking for a place that would suite his style and needs, and not be too big, nor too small. He had a reputation to uphold, although he would never sell the Manor, he wanted to find somewhere more comfortable to be alone.

His mind wandered to Hermione Granger, whom he had written his apology to, His rehabilitation therapist read the letter before Draco sent it and was very pleased with the letter, stated that Draco was making a great progress.

He remembered the first time Hermione got herself into a spot of trouble, The stupid prat Weasley had made a comment about her not having any friends on the first Hallow’s Eve of their schooling, and she was crying in the dungeons when a troll mysteriously got let in. She was saved by boy wonder and the stupid prat that had made her cry in the first place.

Then, he remembered really looking at her for the first time at the end of year feast. Dumbledore had said, “To Miss Hermione Granger, For the cool use of intellect, while others where in grave peril, 50 points” The whole table clapped and smiled at her, she was clever, no one could deny that.

I remember when the Halls decorations were changed from green and silver, to red and gold. The Golden Trio and what ever happened in the dungeons earned them enough points to go from last place in the standings to first. Of course the Head Master would see to it that they won because Harry Potter trumped He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Yet again.

Her Bushy hair was only shoulder length at that time, and her school hat looked ridiculously too big for her, but her smile, yes her smile lit up the whole room. Succeeding was her weakness, if she could not succeed she would not smile. I made it my plan then to try and triumph over her just so I would not fall in love with her smile.

Triumphing over the brightest witch in my year seemed impossible. Her study habits were insane and no one who actually wanted to live an active social life like himself could keep up with her. When he realized that there was no possible way to best her, he did what his Father taught him to do best. He insulted the pretty little witch until she hated his very being.

Draco picked up his tumbler of fire whiskey and downed the remaining liquid, the slow burning starting in his belly and spreading warmth through the rest of his body.

He sat in his study alone with his thoughts until the sun rose and then walked up to his room to enjoy a nice and long fire whiskey induced slumber.

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Hermione Granger woke to warm sunshine flooding through her bedroom window. It looked like it was going to be a lovely day for a drive into the city to buy an outfit for Blaise’s birthday bash. ‘I wonder If I will bump into anyone else from school’ she pondered to herself as she started her daily routine.

She spent a long time in the shower letting the hot water bounce of her skin, the aroma of her perfumed soap filled the air and she sighed at how peaceful her life was. She no longer had to wake up in the morning and wonder if today was the big day, The day that Harry would face Tom Riddle the maniac self proclaimed Lord Voldemort.

Hermione dressed in a simple mauve Sisly top with a charcoal gray pencil skirt and slightly heeled sandals, grabbed a muffin and her keys then got into her car for the scenic drive through the rain forest heading towards Vancouver.

Hermione searched many stores until she came across Vintage Bride and found the perfect dress. It was A hunter green gown that hung off the shoulder with a lace-up back, and pick-ups, it had Basque waist and cap sleeves made of iridescent taffeta. which was Beaded with real diamonds, rhinestones, glass & seed beads with sequins.

She purchased the dress and a matching hunter green taffeta shall with silver stiletto shoes and then ventured off in search for a mask shop, in hopes of finding a mask that would conceal her identity.

After 2 hours and 10 shops later she walked into a small shop located in the heart of Vancouver and found the perfect mask to match her dress. It was black with silver rose edging and simple silver designs sequined above and below the eyes. It had a silver ribbon on the right side. The color was off but once purchased she could easily charm it to match her dress.

With her purchases put in the boot of her car she headed back along the winding road to her small sea side cottage located on the outskirts of Tofino.

The day was gone by the time she pulled into her car port and she was exhausted but had one thing on her mind... Draco Malfoy.

After a light supper and a hot cup of tea Hermione unrolled Draco’s letter, then sat down at her small oak desk to write her old enemy a response. She figured he took the time to write a letter he did not have to write, so she could have the same courtesy and write a response to let him know she did in fact, read the whole letter before ripping it up and throwing it in the fire like he so politely asked her not to.

With the letter sent Hermione wandered into her small bedroom slipped on her jogging suite and stepped out into the cool sea breeze.

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A light taping drew Draco’s attention he crossed the room unhinged the latch and opened the window letting a friendly brown owl onto the ledge where it proudly presented its foot for Draco to relieve the small bird from its burden.

Draco was unsure of what to expect as he used his letter opener to break the wax seal on the letter that had just arrived. He took one long deep breath as he unrolled the parchment and started to read.

Dear Draco

I was very surprised to receive your letter. I am indeed well. I hope you are also. Thank you for your apologies. I never really held it against you, I held it more against your father. You may have made me cry with your hurtful words but, you were just a kid who did not know that his parents beliefs were wrong. It is bound to happen, take the Weasley’s for example. Molly is such a stay at home wife that she frowns upon women who take careers instead of staying home and keeping house, and minding meals for their husbands.

I understand the rehabilitation process and I know that you did not have to write to me, it is just suggested and not many people do go through the steps to make the proper amends, therefore I know you truly do mean everything you have said in your apology, even the part about you being a spoiled brat, but then again, I knew that part all along.

Thank you for your letter I truly do wish you the best while you finish up your probation and rehabilitation.

Sincerely
Hermione J Granger

He chuckled at the part where she called him a spoiled brat. She did have a sense of humor after all these years. He did not expect her to so willingly accept his apologies, but then again he did not expect himself to actually write the letter of which he had apologized to her in.

He felt compelled to write to her again but instead folded up the parchment and put it in the top drawer of his desk. He glanced around his study, the vast emptiness echoing into the night, his surroundings now felt as big as Hogwarts since he left the tiny 8' by 8' square cell he had called home for the past year.

The Manor was empty, Lucius Malfoy was given the Kiss by Dementors in Azkaban for his role in the war, while Narcissa died by the wand of Voldermort because of Draco’s betrayal.

Draco blamed his Mothers death on himself and took the sole responsibility for his actions. He missed her terribly and wished every day there was something he could have done differently, his heart however would not have let him stand back. He had to fight against the things he did not believe in.

Lucius never spoke one word to his son while they waited for his trial, Even after the outcome of the trial was set Lucius acted as if he never had a son. Draco was very glad his Fathers wand had been confiscated or he was not too sure he would be sitting here today.

A small pop announced the arrival of one of the few house elves left at the manor. “Master Draco, Dinner will be ready soon, would you like to eat in dining room, or would you like Tiny to bring food to Masters Study this evening?” the small elf asked not making contact with the blond wizard.

“I’ll come down for dinner Tiny, Thank you” replied Draco as he stood from his chair and started to the hall to make his way down for dinner.

As he walked down the hall he looked into all the rooms. Most of the rooms contents were all boxed up. He was moving all of his parents belongings into storage until he would be able to sort through it and decide what to do with the things. The Manor itself would be sitting empty until Draco figured out what he wanted to do with it. It was far to big to live in all alone.

“Sir” Tiny said in a small voice. “Masters friend Mister Zabini has just arrived through the floo, Would you like Tiny to set him a place for dinner Sir?”

“That would be great Tiny, thank you” Draco nodded and dismissed the small elf.

Draco walked into the hallway lavatory and washed up before crossing into the dinning room. He sat at the long table across from a very tan and very happy looking Blaise Zabini.

“It’s been a long time Blaise, What do I owe the pleasure?” Draco asked picking at his dinner.

“I have been out fishing with my old man and have just came back to London, thought I would pay you a visit, see how you were and remind you of the upcoming celebration.” Blaise replied a smile playing on his lips.

“What are we celebrating?”

“My Birthday man, time is of the essence, We are 26 this year Draco, Our Bachelor lives aren’t going to last forever”

“As if I need reminded. I am 25 years old, am on probation, and my bachelor life is dwindling with each breath I take”

“Precisely that is why you need to come to Italy for my Birthday old man, every available worth while witch is invited, I plan on claiming a stake on at least one of them before the night is out, I suggest you come and do the same”

Draco’s only response was a curt nod, his thoughts drifting off to what kind of woman would want to court or even marry the likes of him. A man with a dark past, sins that he gave him night mares.

Blaise noticed the far away expression on Draco’s face and decided now would be a good time to leave his friend to his own thoughts.

Draco was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of wood scraping on the marble floor as Blaise stood made his way to the main hallway.

“I’ll be there” Draco said and bid his friend farewell.

There were lots of eligible witches in the world and Draco was beyond wealthy, but a smart witch once told him, “No matter how much money Mommy and Daddy can throw at you, it will never buy you happiness Malfoy”.

Did he really want to marry for the sake of being married, to give some witch status and an unlimited supply of money? No he wanted to marry for happiness, to turn these cold stone walls into a happy bright home, with children running rampant and Draco being the type of father he never had.

It was late and Draco had consumed 2 bottles of Fire Whiskey before he stumbled up into his study and rummaged through his drawer, pulling out the letter from Hermione he had received today. He took to reading the letter again, a smile on his lips. He soon lulled off into a deep slumber, An owl hooted on its way out and Hermione’s letter lay abandoned on his desk, his arms cradled his head.

A/N For those of you interested
Hermione’s Dress
http://www.misquincemag.com/cm/misquincemag/images/green-dress-quinceanera-mariposa-Q390-de-80822556.jpg

Hermione’s Mask Remember she charmed it green to match her dress!

http://goingkookies.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/mask6.jpg