Christmas at Rosier Park
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
15,040
Reviews:
30
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Currently Reading:
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Christmas at Rosier Park
Chapter One: *edited*
The Christmas season was once again upon the citizens of the Magical world. Diagon alley was draped in festive finery and Hermione was making some quick work of her holiday shopping. She only had an hour break from her job with a privet firm doing what she loved, researching, categorizing and preserving magical artifacts at Euterpe Archivist.
She had just finished up her report on an old talisman found in a tomb on the Isle of Man. She had dated it back to the time of the druids before the Roman invasion of Britain. It was used as a fertility charm, and the magical “finger print,” as she had deemed the term, was very strong. A very powerful wizard had made that charm.
Her boss had then kicked her out of the office so she could eat and make a dent on her massive shopping list. She was walking and humming, a pile of parcels blocking her view when she marched head long into a very tall and solid form on the front step of her office.
“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry,” Hermione apologized and was shocked when her fallen gifts were piled back neatly in her arms.
“No, pardon me Ms. Granger.” Came a deep masculine voice.
Before she could respond the stranger, who somehow knew her, had started down the street, his thick black cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders.
Still a little shaken by the incident at the door, Hermione slipped inside her warm office, to be greeted by her boss and lead achiever Mrs. Crossland.
“Well it seems you have had a successful shopping trip.” She greeted- her large glasses hovering over the rim of her giant mug of tea.
“Yes, just about done now, just little bits for the kids left.”
“Well done my dear,” Mrs. Crossland responded her quill scratching on parchment.
“So I have a new assignment for you Hermione.”
“Does it have something to do with the gentleman who just left here?” she asked
“Indeed it does, do you know him?”
“He seemed to know me, but I did not really see him.”
“Well he is a Mr. Moloch Rosier of Rosier Park.”
“As in the Death-eaters, I thought they had all died or where in prison.”
“I am guessing he is a distant cousin who inherited the land, but that is beside the point. He has quite a large and extensive collection that he would like to have properly archived.”
“How large are we talking about here Mrs. Crossland.”
“A whole manor full.”
“How are we going to fit everything?” she asked, magic or no this was already one cramped office.
“No my dear, you will be going to Rosier Park.”
**
Moloch Rosier, previously known as Draco Malfoy, made his way up the front walk of Rosier Park.
He had no idea what possessed him to go to Euterpe and insist that Hermione not only come to archive his family heirlooms, but to do so at his home.
It was official; he had finally lost his mind.
Granted creating an entirely different existence was not easy on anyone. After the war, and being the one of the few survivors of three prominent Pure-Blood families, Draco knew he would have to hide, but refused to leave England. So with some strong glamour charms, the platinum hared and silver-eyed Draco Malfoy became your average brown hair and grey eyed Moloch Rosier, a very distant relation of his own creation.
He now controlled all his family companies, some of his own design, and living a hermit’s life in the borderland hills for over five years.
Now he was risking everything.
He wanted to blame the Prophet for publishing that article on Euterpe’s most masterful archivist. To see those whiskey eyes framed by those wild curls again had send his stomach into knots.
It was like he had never lost his schoolboy crush on that brilliant witch.
Since then, she had been dancing around his thoughts, distracting him from his solitude. Her presence in his mind growing stronger by the day.
He had to get closer to her and his newly opened attic at Rosier Park offered the perfect excuse.
Now with the deal settled he would have to face the longtime center of his affections, as a different man.
He made his way through the front hall, dropping his coat on his waiting house elf, and marched his way to his chambers.
He stripped to the waist and made his way into his bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Rising his wand he watched the disguise melt away. The olive skin made way to alabaster, the brown hair lengthening to his shoulders and turning shocking platinum blonde and finally his eyes turning to the gleaming silver he was born with.
Merlin he did look just like his father. With another wave of his wand Moloch replaced Draco.
If he couldn’t stand to look at himself, how could anyone else?
**
“Rosier Park? Are you sure that place is safe Mione?” Ron asked as he placed a mug of tea in front of her and adjusting his young son, Gideon, in his arms.
“He is not a Rosier as we know them, he is some distant cousin ho must have been very surprised to come into such a windfall of wealth.”
“Just keep your eyes and ears open Hermione,” Harry cautioned, “You are an amazing witch and can take care of yourself- we just love you and want you safe.” He smiled.
“This is such an amazing opportunity.” She smiled with excitement.
“Just don’t touch any cursed objects in that house, I don’t wait you showing up on my floor!” Ginny lectured as she perched on Harry’s lap. Ginny was a doctor at St. Mungos- specializing in curses.
“I will try my hardest not to Ginny,” Hermione laughed.
**
The next morning Hermione arrived outside the front gates of the Tudor era home.
Her satchel was full of her tools and her mind was buzzing with the possible discoveries to be made.
The great iron gates opened and small elf appeared.
“I am here to bring Ms. Granger to the house,” the small creature greeted with bow.
“Thanks you, just call me Hermione. What is your name?” Hermione asked
“My name is Farren Ms. Hermione.” The elf replied and Hermione smiled.
“Well Farren, lead on.” And with a pop they arrived in the main entryway.
Draco watched from the shadows above the stairs. She was just as lovely as he remembered. She handed the elf her heavy winter jacket and straightened up, gazing around the ornate entry hall.
“Welcome to Rosier Park,” Hermione looked up the top of the main staircase to see a large man dressed in all black emerge from the darkened upper hall.
“Mr. Rosier, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She replied, getting an overwhelming feeling that she had met this man before.
“Come” he extended his arm, “There is much to show you.”
~~~~~~~
A/N: So I have been MIA for a while but I have notebooks filled with ideas, this one seemed to work well for a holiday based fic, let me know what you think!
Cheers,
Sarah
The Christmas season was once again upon the citizens of the Magical world. Diagon alley was draped in festive finery and Hermione was making some quick work of her holiday shopping. She only had an hour break from her job with a privet firm doing what she loved, researching, categorizing and preserving magical artifacts at Euterpe Archivist.
She had just finished up her report on an old talisman found in a tomb on the Isle of Man. She had dated it back to the time of the druids before the Roman invasion of Britain. It was used as a fertility charm, and the magical “finger print,” as she had deemed the term, was very strong. A very powerful wizard had made that charm.
Her boss had then kicked her out of the office so she could eat and make a dent on her massive shopping list. She was walking and humming, a pile of parcels blocking her view when she marched head long into a very tall and solid form on the front step of her office.
“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry,” Hermione apologized and was shocked when her fallen gifts were piled back neatly in her arms.
“No, pardon me Ms. Granger.” Came a deep masculine voice.
Before she could respond the stranger, who somehow knew her, had started down the street, his thick black cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders.
Still a little shaken by the incident at the door, Hermione slipped inside her warm office, to be greeted by her boss and lead achiever Mrs. Crossland.
“Well it seems you have had a successful shopping trip.” She greeted- her large glasses hovering over the rim of her giant mug of tea.
“Yes, just about done now, just little bits for the kids left.”
“Well done my dear,” Mrs. Crossland responded her quill scratching on parchment.
“So I have a new assignment for you Hermione.”
“Does it have something to do with the gentleman who just left here?” she asked
“Indeed it does, do you know him?”
“He seemed to know me, but I did not really see him.”
“Well he is a Mr. Moloch Rosier of Rosier Park.”
“As in the Death-eaters, I thought they had all died or where in prison.”
“I am guessing he is a distant cousin who inherited the land, but that is beside the point. He has quite a large and extensive collection that he would like to have properly archived.”
“How large are we talking about here Mrs. Crossland.”
“A whole manor full.”
“How are we going to fit everything?” she asked, magic or no this was already one cramped office.
“No my dear, you will be going to Rosier Park.”
**
Moloch Rosier, previously known as Draco Malfoy, made his way up the front walk of Rosier Park.
He had no idea what possessed him to go to Euterpe and insist that Hermione not only come to archive his family heirlooms, but to do so at his home.
It was official; he had finally lost his mind.
Granted creating an entirely different existence was not easy on anyone. After the war, and being the one of the few survivors of three prominent Pure-Blood families, Draco knew he would have to hide, but refused to leave England. So with some strong glamour charms, the platinum hared and silver-eyed Draco Malfoy became your average brown hair and grey eyed Moloch Rosier, a very distant relation of his own creation.
He now controlled all his family companies, some of his own design, and living a hermit’s life in the borderland hills for over five years.
Now he was risking everything.
He wanted to blame the Prophet for publishing that article on Euterpe’s most masterful archivist. To see those whiskey eyes framed by those wild curls again had send his stomach into knots.
It was like he had never lost his schoolboy crush on that brilliant witch.
Since then, she had been dancing around his thoughts, distracting him from his solitude. Her presence in his mind growing stronger by the day.
He had to get closer to her and his newly opened attic at Rosier Park offered the perfect excuse.
Now with the deal settled he would have to face the longtime center of his affections, as a different man.
He made his way through the front hall, dropping his coat on his waiting house elf, and marched his way to his chambers.
He stripped to the waist and made his way into his bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Rising his wand he watched the disguise melt away. The olive skin made way to alabaster, the brown hair lengthening to his shoulders and turning shocking platinum blonde and finally his eyes turning to the gleaming silver he was born with.
Merlin he did look just like his father. With another wave of his wand Moloch replaced Draco.
If he couldn’t stand to look at himself, how could anyone else?
**
“Rosier Park? Are you sure that place is safe Mione?” Ron asked as he placed a mug of tea in front of her and adjusting his young son, Gideon, in his arms.
“He is not a Rosier as we know them, he is some distant cousin ho must have been very surprised to come into such a windfall of wealth.”
“Just keep your eyes and ears open Hermione,” Harry cautioned, “You are an amazing witch and can take care of yourself- we just love you and want you safe.” He smiled.
“This is such an amazing opportunity.” She smiled with excitement.
“Just don’t touch any cursed objects in that house, I don’t wait you showing up on my floor!” Ginny lectured as she perched on Harry’s lap. Ginny was a doctor at St. Mungos- specializing in curses.
“I will try my hardest not to Ginny,” Hermione laughed.
**
The next morning Hermione arrived outside the front gates of the Tudor era home.
Her satchel was full of her tools and her mind was buzzing with the possible discoveries to be made.
The great iron gates opened and small elf appeared.
“I am here to bring Ms. Granger to the house,” the small creature greeted with bow.
“Thanks you, just call me Hermione. What is your name?” Hermione asked
“My name is Farren Ms. Hermione.” The elf replied and Hermione smiled.
“Well Farren, lead on.” And with a pop they arrived in the main entryway.
Draco watched from the shadows above the stairs. She was just as lovely as he remembered. She handed the elf her heavy winter jacket and straightened up, gazing around the ornate entry hall.
“Welcome to Rosier Park,” Hermione looked up the top of the main staircase to see a large man dressed in all black emerge from the darkened upper hall.
“Mr. Rosier, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She replied, getting an overwhelming feeling that she had met this man before.
“Come” he extended his arm, “There is much to show you.”
~~~~~~~
A/N: So I have been MIA for a while but I have notebooks filled with ideas, this one seemed to work well for a holiday based fic, let me know what you think!
Cheers,
Sarah