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The Leaky Cauldron
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or places they belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling: It is her world I just play in it. Nor do I own the rights to Cinderella, neither does J.K. Rowling, I believe…
Chapter 4- The Leaky Cauldron
Hermione had succeeded in completing her shopping by mid-afternoon on her first day in Diagon Alley. She smiled to herself, as she lugged the enormous cauldron she’d just purchased toward the stair, this left her plenty of time to attempt to solve her emotional issue. Tom saw the young witch struggling with her oversized burden and helped her to her room with it. He bowed himself out of the room with the promise that he would return with afternoon tea for her in a few moments; he knew a studious youth when he saw one and anticipated her desire for privacy.
So eager to get started on a cure to her predicament was Hermione that she was driven to uncharacteristic haste as well as sloppiness. Her new belongings lay strewn across the once stately bed haphazardly. The only exceptions were her new book of potions
(Em-Potions: Change the Way You Feel, by I. Emma Sage) and the enchanted brush she bought for Crookshanks. The ginger cat purred loudly as he enjoyed his fabulous new brush. Although she had seen magic on a near daily basis for the past six or so years it still struck her as odd not to see a human hand attached to the brush working its way over her cat’s fur.
No amount of haste could change the core of Hermione’s being; the frantic pace with which she had unpacked had been abated when she took her new book over to the desk and began to read it carefully starting with the introduction. This sudden and drastic change startled the old wizard in the painting on the wall of her room who gasped audibly.
She looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He apologized and explained that he’d never seen such a change in a youngster who was clearly in a hurry to do something one moment and so cautious the next. She smiled and said that she would not have been made Head-girl if she lacked the sense to exercise caution even when she was in a hurry. After congratulating her, the old wizard left her to her task and went to visit a friend in another frame.
By the time Tom returned with the promised tea, Hermione had finished chapter one. At his knock at her door she bid him enter as she marked her place and crossed to the small table on which Tom was now setting the tea. He threw a curious glance at the bed and then a matching glance fell on her. She began to stammer an apology, but he forestalled her. With a flick of his wand the books and supplies lay in neat piles on the floor. He smiled a broad toothless grin and told her that should she require anything more that she should see him personally. She thanked him and he left the room.
Hermione’s mouth watered and she dove hungrily into the meal in front of her. Before she realized it she was polishing off the last of the scones and cream. It had just occurred to her why she’d been so famished, she hadn’t had time to eat breakfast this morning before she’d left her parents house. She poured herself a final cup of tea and made her way to the bed and opted to take a short nap. She was exhausted, and no wonder when one considered how much she had accomplished today. She sighed, for she knew that she’d not yet solved her problem, she would see Draco in a few moments, no matter how hard she fought. Despite her reservations exhaustion won.
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Draco stepped out into the light of Diagon Alley, still feeling queasy from his trip to his Gringotts vault. He decided to head for the Apothecary to find some kind of remedy for his terrible motion sickness. The kind witch behind the counter took pity on the young wizard, despite his identity, and gave him a bottle of potion free of charge. The expression he wore must have conveyed his astonishment, for she smiled and told him that regardless of rumors and reputation no one deserved to be ill.
He handed her the list of ingredients he would need for school and sat to wait for her to collect them. He purchased the items and the witch behind the counter smiled as she wrapped them and thanked him for his patronage. For an instant Draco’s icy shell thawed, and smiled his first real smile in years. That smile, she said, was more than enough payment for the potion. She also recommended that he get some food and rest as soon as may be. He took her advice and decided that he would finish his shopping on the morrow.
He made his way through the crowd back to the Leaky Cauldron where he, though it was only half-eleven, elected to take lunch in a private parlor off of the pub. After a meal of roast fowl and mushrooms in brown gravy Draco opened the potion bottle. Following the directions on the label he mixed the contents into his cup of tea and drank it down in a single swallow. He then ambled to his room; the potion seemed to have taken effect with lightning speed.
The room started to fade into darkness as Draco lowered himself to his bed…
**
He glanced around as he entered the formal hall where his parents had been married. It was packed with hundreds of young witches, each one more beautiful than the last. He moved gracefully among them, flashing a smile here, kissing a hand there.
As she entered the hall she smiled, awed at the beauty of the structure. She felt as a princess must feel in a fairytale. Her formal robes of royal blue flowed around her as though the sea its self had been woven into fabric. She moved with a grace that could only be matched by one other person in the room, the prince. She was drawn to the handsome prince.
He had begun dancing with the ladies, each of whom hoped to capture his heart. So far none of them had been successful: this one spoke of nothing but herself, the next of not but her last love, the next spoke of nothing at all using an astonishing number of words to do so. And so it was that he had resigned himself to a life of solitude. Not one of these fine ladies could challenge him in any way; he would grow bored and restless if he chose to spend his life with any of them.
She bowed deeply as the prince approached her. He kissed her hand and bade her stand and dance with him. Oh, to dance with the prince was her greatest dream come true, well her second greatest dream. It was as though the two were one. Jealous whispers filled the chamber as they continued to dance. The prince could feel his heart beat quicken as he looked into her eyes.
The prince had found no fault with her as yet and decided to test her. He made an inane and conceited statement and waited for her to agree with and pander to him as all of the other ladies had. She pushed him away, astonished that a prince of all men could make such a statement in the presence of a lady.
Trying to conceal her disgust she bowed again and then ran from the hall. The prince followed her, she had gotten a far as the garden before he had caught her by the hand.
In one swift motion he pulled her to him and kissed her with more passion than he had thought possible. As soon as his lips had parted hers he apologized for his statement and begged her forgiveness. She stood unable to speak as he went down to one knee and said, “Hermione, I love you. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes, Draco. I will.” He bent to kiss her again to seal the engagement.
**
Draco sat up in bed and sighed, he had a big problem. He did not merely want Hermione physically; he was in love with her. Draco put his head into his hands and began to cry. How was it that the only woman on the planet with whom he had less than no chance, was the only one he had ever felt strongly for?
Hermione awoke with a smile in her face, what a romantic dream! Of all the witches at the ball the prince had chosen her. He was her prince…he was the only man in the world who truly and deeply hated her. The smile vanished from her face. Crookshanks seemed to sense her need to hug someone, so he hefted his large ginger body onto the bed and sauntered to her. She picked him up and began to cry into his thick coat of red fur.
“Why?” she asked the ginger cat, “Why of all the men in the world would I love Draco Malfoy?” Crookshanks stared at her with amber eyes and purred.
After a few moments she was calm enough to resume her work on the potion she would use to set things right again. She resolved to dream of Draco no more, and a few hours later she held in her hands a potion to secure that desire.
Chapter 4- The Leaky Cauldron
Hermione had succeeded in completing her shopping by mid-afternoon on her first day in Diagon Alley. She smiled to herself, as she lugged the enormous cauldron she’d just purchased toward the stair, this left her plenty of time to attempt to solve her emotional issue. Tom saw the young witch struggling with her oversized burden and helped her to her room with it. He bowed himself out of the room with the promise that he would return with afternoon tea for her in a few moments; he knew a studious youth when he saw one and anticipated her desire for privacy.
So eager to get started on a cure to her predicament was Hermione that she was driven to uncharacteristic haste as well as sloppiness. Her new belongings lay strewn across the once stately bed haphazardly. The only exceptions were her new book of potions
(Em-Potions: Change the Way You Feel, by I. Emma Sage) and the enchanted brush she bought for Crookshanks. The ginger cat purred loudly as he enjoyed his fabulous new brush. Although she had seen magic on a near daily basis for the past six or so years it still struck her as odd not to see a human hand attached to the brush working its way over her cat’s fur.
No amount of haste could change the core of Hermione’s being; the frantic pace with which she had unpacked had been abated when she took her new book over to the desk and began to read it carefully starting with the introduction. This sudden and drastic change startled the old wizard in the painting on the wall of her room who gasped audibly.
She looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He apologized and explained that he’d never seen such a change in a youngster who was clearly in a hurry to do something one moment and so cautious the next. She smiled and said that she would not have been made Head-girl if she lacked the sense to exercise caution even when she was in a hurry. After congratulating her, the old wizard left her to her task and went to visit a friend in another frame.
By the time Tom returned with the promised tea, Hermione had finished chapter one. At his knock at her door she bid him enter as she marked her place and crossed to the small table on which Tom was now setting the tea. He threw a curious glance at the bed and then a matching glance fell on her. She began to stammer an apology, but he forestalled her. With a flick of his wand the books and supplies lay in neat piles on the floor. He smiled a broad toothless grin and told her that should she require anything more that she should see him personally. She thanked him and he left the room.
Hermione’s mouth watered and she dove hungrily into the meal in front of her. Before she realized it she was polishing off the last of the scones and cream. It had just occurred to her why she’d been so famished, she hadn’t had time to eat breakfast this morning before she’d left her parents house. She poured herself a final cup of tea and made her way to the bed and opted to take a short nap. She was exhausted, and no wonder when one considered how much she had accomplished today. She sighed, for she knew that she’d not yet solved her problem, she would see Draco in a few moments, no matter how hard she fought. Despite her reservations exhaustion won.
------
------
Draco stepped out into the light of Diagon Alley, still feeling queasy from his trip to his Gringotts vault. He decided to head for the Apothecary to find some kind of remedy for his terrible motion sickness. The kind witch behind the counter took pity on the young wizard, despite his identity, and gave him a bottle of potion free of charge. The expression he wore must have conveyed his astonishment, for she smiled and told him that regardless of rumors and reputation no one deserved to be ill.
He handed her the list of ingredients he would need for school and sat to wait for her to collect them. He purchased the items and the witch behind the counter smiled as she wrapped them and thanked him for his patronage. For an instant Draco’s icy shell thawed, and smiled his first real smile in years. That smile, she said, was more than enough payment for the potion. She also recommended that he get some food and rest as soon as may be. He took her advice and decided that he would finish his shopping on the morrow.
He made his way through the crowd back to the Leaky Cauldron where he, though it was only half-eleven, elected to take lunch in a private parlor off of the pub. After a meal of roast fowl and mushrooms in brown gravy Draco opened the potion bottle. Following the directions on the label he mixed the contents into his cup of tea and drank it down in a single swallow. He then ambled to his room; the potion seemed to have taken effect with lightning speed.
The room started to fade into darkness as Draco lowered himself to his bed…
**
He glanced around as he entered the formal hall where his parents had been married. It was packed with hundreds of young witches, each one more beautiful than the last. He moved gracefully among them, flashing a smile here, kissing a hand there.
As she entered the hall she smiled, awed at the beauty of the structure. She felt as a princess must feel in a fairytale. Her formal robes of royal blue flowed around her as though the sea its self had been woven into fabric. She moved with a grace that could only be matched by one other person in the room, the prince. She was drawn to the handsome prince.
He had begun dancing with the ladies, each of whom hoped to capture his heart. So far none of them had been successful: this one spoke of nothing but herself, the next of not but her last love, the next spoke of nothing at all using an astonishing number of words to do so. And so it was that he had resigned himself to a life of solitude. Not one of these fine ladies could challenge him in any way; he would grow bored and restless if he chose to spend his life with any of them.
She bowed deeply as the prince approached her. He kissed her hand and bade her stand and dance with him. Oh, to dance with the prince was her greatest dream come true, well her second greatest dream. It was as though the two were one. Jealous whispers filled the chamber as they continued to dance. The prince could feel his heart beat quicken as he looked into her eyes.
The prince had found no fault with her as yet and decided to test her. He made an inane and conceited statement and waited for her to agree with and pander to him as all of the other ladies had. She pushed him away, astonished that a prince of all men could make such a statement in the presence of a lady.
Trying to conceal her disgust she bowed again and then ran from the hall. The prince followed her, she had gotten a far as the garden before he had caught her by the hand.
In one swift motion he pulled her to him and kissed her with more passion than he had thought possible. As soon as his lips had parted hers he apologized for his statement and begged her forgiveness. She stood unable to speak as he went down to one knee and said, “Hermione, I love you. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes, Draco. I will.” He bent to kiss her again to seal the engagement.
**
Draco sat up in bed and sighed, he had a big problem. He did not merely want Hermione physically; he was in love with her. Draco put his head into his hands and began to cry. How was it that the only woman on the planet with whom he had less than no chance, was the only one he had ever felt strongly for?
Hermione awoke with a smile in her face, what a romantic dream! Of all the witches at the ball the prince had chosen her. He was her prince…he was the only man in the world who truly and deeply hated her. The smile vanished from her face. Crookshanks seemed to sense her need to hug someone, so he hefted his large ginger body onto the bed and sauntered to her. She picked him up and began to cry into his thick coat of red fur.
“Why?” she asked the ginger cat, “Why of all the men in the world would I love Draco Malfoy?” Crookshanks stared at her with amber eyes and purred.
After a few moments she was calm enough to resume her work on the potion she would use to set things right again. She resolved to dream of Draco no more, and a few hours later she held in her hands a potion to secure that desire.