State of the Union
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
50,953
Reviews:
256
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
50,953
Reviews:
256
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
State of the Union
I debated long about whether to post this, here, or not. I originally started writing it only for myself, and only as a short scene, but it ended up getting longer and longer. Finally, I felt I needed to do something with it, if for no other reason than to have a reason to keep writing. I have 15 pages of this already written, so there will be multiple chapter uploads, at first, and some of the chapters may be rather short due to my habit of skipping time and considering that a fair place to start a new chapter. I apologize in advance.
This story is inspired by the Marriage Law challenges, but it does not follow any particular set of rules. I’m perfectly aware that the situations displayed herein are cliché, and probably long overdone, but that doesn’t stop me from writing about them. I’m also not a huge fan of a couple that previously hated/tormented each other screwing, twice, and then declaring love for each other. This will not be an instant love from previous dislike fic. I hate them. However, hopefully the fairly instant gratification of sex will be enough for you lot.
I enjoy reviews. I prefer positive ones, since they give me a reason to write, but I can also handle negative reviews, provided that you’re willing to say more than “you suck!!11” If I get negativity, I want constructive negativity. If you don’t like something, you should be able to explain why you don’t like it (the same way you should be able to explain why you do like it…). Useful criticism will help me as a writer.
Finally, I obviously don’t own a single character portrayed here, but the situations and wording are completely mine. On with the show.
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Dead. Her parents were dead. The people in the room fluttered about her, some of them speaking (either to her or to others), but it was all a murmur of unintelligible sound as far as she was concerned.
Because her parents were dead. After that declaration, she heard very little from those informing her. Attack. Last ditch effort. Killers caught. War over, after all.
It was over, alright. Because her parents were dead. Hermione felt drained. Energy, magic, sound, speech…. It all drained from her in that moment and she sat back against the puffy back of the chair she rested in, unblinking. Someone was calling her name, and she turned blank eyes on the voice. Harry. Hero. Orphan. At the same time she felt pressure on her arm. A hand. In what felt like slow motion, she turned to glance at the hand. Strong. Freckles on the back of it. Ron. With the same slow movement, she turned her gaze to him. Ron. Quidditch. Tall.
For several minutes (hours?) Hermione’s world centered on only one or two descriptive words for each object that she came into contact with. Tea. Hot. Chair. Soft. Hands. Cold. Finally, only two words reverberated in her mind. Parents. Dead.
Hermione stood, vaguely aware that someone had been speaking to her as she did, at that she was quite rudely leaving in the middle of their sentence. Of course, they’d forgive her. Her parents were dead, after all, she was bound to act rudely.
“I’m going home. Thank you, all.” Hermione’s voice was calm and as clear as they’d ever heard it be.
“Hermione, maybe you should stay with us, for now…” Molly Weasley stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on her arm. Hermione looked down at it and then shook her head as if to clear it.
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine. But thank you for the offer.” Hermione used the guise of putting on her long wool coat as a means of removing the older woman’s arm from her own. Then she wound her long scarf around her neck in order to keep others from attempting to touch her.
“Good night, everyone.” And with that, Hermione Granger had gone. The others exchanged glances and, unsure of what to do, discussed what they might do for her.
That evening, when any of them attempted to contact her, by magical means or otherwise, there was no answer.
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Sorry for the short and sweet, but I did warn you, if you recall. Review if you’ve a notion.
~§~ Duchess ~§~
This story is inspired by the Marriage Law challenges, but it does not follow any particular set of rules. I’m perfectly aware that the situations displayed herein are cliché, and probably long overdone, but that doesn’t stop me from writing about them. I’m also not a huge fan of a couple that previously hated/tormented each other screwing, twice, and then declaring love for each other. This will not be an instant love from previous dislike fic. I hate them. However, hopefully the fairly instant gratification of sex will be enough for you lot.
I enjoy reviews. I prefer positive ones, since they give me a reason to write, but I can also handle negative reviews, provided that you’re willing to say more than “you suck!!11” If I get negativity, I want constructive negativity. If you don’t like something, you should be able to explain why you don’t like it (the same way you should be able to explain why you do like it…). Useful criticism will help me as a writer.
Finally, I obviously don’t own a single character portrayed here, but the situations and wording are completely mine. On with the show.
**********************************************************************************************
Dead. Her parents were dead. The people in the room fluttered about her, some of them speaking (either to her or to others), but it was all a murmur of unintelligible sound as far as she was concerned.
Because her parents were dead. After that declaration, she heard very little from those informing her. Attack. Last ditch effort. Killers caught. War over, after all.
It was over, alright. Because her parents were dead. Hermione felt drained. Energy, magic, sound, speech…. It all drained from her in that moment and she sat back against the puffy back of the chair she rested in, unblinking. Someone was calling her name, and she turned blank eyes on the voice. Harry. Hero. Orphan. At the same time she felt pressure on her arm. A hand. In what felt like slow motion, she turned to glance at the hand. Strong. Freckles on the back of it. Ron. With the same slow movement, she turned her gaze to him. Ron. Quidditch. Tall.
For several minutes (hours?) Hermione’s world centered on only one or two descriptive words for each object that she came into contact with. Tea. Hot. Chair. Soft. Hands. Cold. Finally, only two words reverberated in her mind. Parents. Dead.
Hermione stood, vaguely aware that someone had been speaking to her as she did, at that she was quite rudely leaving in the middle of their sentence. Of course, they’d forgive her. Her parents were dead, after all, she was bound to act rudely.
“I’m going home. Thank you, all.” Hermione’s voice was calm and as clear as they’d ever heard it be.
“Hermione, maybe you should stay with us, for now…” Molly Weasley stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on her arm. Hermione looked down at it and then shook her head as if to clear it.
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine. But thank you for the offer.” Hermione used the guise of putting on her long wool coat as a means of removing the older woman’s arm from her own. Then she wound her long scarf around her neck in order to keep others from attempting to touch her.
“Good night, everyone.” And with that, Hermione Granger had gone. The others exchanged glances and, unsure of what to do, discussed what they might do for her.
That evening, when any of them attempted to contact her, by magical means or otherwise, there was no answer.
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Sorry for the short and sweet, but I did warn you, if you recall. Review if you’ve a notion.
~§~ Duchess ~§~