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Grangers Apprentice COMPLETE	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco lay on his back watching the night sky, the stars were so bright and the moon was huge. He sighed happily to himself and had to admit to himself at least quietly that he was in love and it was something that while he never thought he'd be able to have, it was something that he wanted. His vision was obscured by a sight more beautiful than anything mother nature could provide, Hermione Granger. The woman that held his heart in the palm of her tiny, beautiful little hand. She dropped down on to his lap and he sat up, his hand traveled up and in to her hair tangling it there and then kissing her. The kiss became more and more intense, her small hands traveled over his shoulders and down his chest, scraping her nails over his still clothed nipple and making him shudder in response. He was surprised that she was being so bold in her movements, in the three weeks since they had sex the first time any encounters after had been made away from prying eyes.

“Touch me, Draco” She moaned against his lips, rocking her hips against his and rubbing against his erection, pulling a low moan from him “I want you so much”

“But here?” He asked her “Anyone can see us...”

“Yes, here” She urged “I love you so much...”

“What?!” He pushed her away “You're not Hermione. Hermione would never say that to me, not now at least”

“Draco...” She whined but he pushed her away.

“Go away!” He snapped and she looked at him for a moment before cackling and changing back to her usual, pink-haired Fair self.

“Very good, Draco” She sang out “I was worried for a minute there”

“Draco!” Hermione walked over to him and looked at the Fair one and then focusing on him “Draco, it's Harry...I need to go home”

“What happened?” He looked worried for a minute and the thought made her heart skip a beat.

“His aunt died in her sleep last night” Hermione told him with tears filling her eyes “He's alone and he needs me”

“Yeah” Draco agreed “Let's go”

“Really?” She smiled “You don't have to leave if you don't want to”

“I think it would be best” He answered as they both watched the pink-haired fairy dance away with a mad cackle “They have started to try to talk me in to eating their food and we both know that's not a good idea”

“Your right” Hermione smiled almost giddily “Let's pack”

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Harry stood in the living room of Number Four Privet Drive and looked around the dark room. It was a bright day outside the walls of the house and yet it didn't seem to touch anything in the house, he looked at the pictures and realized that they had dust on them which Petunia would have hated. He walked over and wiped some of the dust off with his sleeve, when he was done he went in to the kitchen and came back out with a rag and a bucket of hot soapy water and started to clean the room. When everything had been dusted, all surfaces had been wiped down and polished, the rug had been vacuumed and it all smelled great he moved in to the kitchen. Slowly, he cleaned the whole house because it meant that he wasn't actively acknowledging the fact that he was an orphan without anyone to love him. There was a knock on the door and when Harry opened it he found not Hermione whom he had hoped to find standing there, though he'd yet to tell her about his aunts passing, but Gabrielle Delacour, her beautiful face was sad, her lovely blue eyes were tear-filled but her smile was bright when she saw him.

“Gabrielle?” He greeted, confused as to why she was there.

“I heard about your aunt, Harry” She told him “I am so sorry” She leaned in a hugged him tightly before brushing past him and walking in to the kitchen “I am going to cook something for you to eat you look very pale”

Gabrielle was already in the kitchen by the time Harry realized what was going on and closed the door. He walked slowly in to the room and watched her easily slide around the room picking up pots and pans going through the muggle fridge and pulling out vegetables and meats. Harry sat down at the table that he'd sat at while growing up watching his fat uncle and cousin scarf down more food in one sitting than he ate in a month. He watched her as she cooked and added spices that made the whole house smell better than he remembered it ever smelling. Gabrielle didn't speak while she cooked but occasionally she'd look over at him and a frown would pull her full lips down at the corners. Finally she walked over to the where he was sitting and set down a plate filled with white rice, steamed veggies and chicken with a buttery garlic sauce in front of him. She had her own plate as well but she spent most of her time watching him eat instead of eating her own food, when Harry's phone made a dinging noise that indicated a text message he read it and frowned again before putting it down and sighing.

“What is it?” Gabrielle asked “What is wrong?”

“Nothing” He muttered and ate a little more.

“Harry” She whispered, reaching out and placing her hand over his “I am here to help you. If that means listening to your fears and problems than I will and if it means literally helping our figure something out I will do that too but I need you to talk to me”

“Dudley sent me a text” Harry said “Telling me that when he was getting the dress his mother wants to be buried in he saw that there was a letter addressed to me on the dresser”

“That's not a bad thing” She smiled “That's wonderful, do you want me to get it?” She started to stand up but he reached out and took her hand shaking his head and motioning her to sit back down which she did “Why not?”

“I don't want to know what it says” He answered “And yet...I do”

“What could it say that would be so scary?” She asked him and he turned anguished eyes towards her.

“What if she says that she always hated me?” He asked her “Then I would know that everyone in my living family, no longer living that is, always hated me”

“And what if it says that she always loved you?” Gabrielle asked softly as she moved in to another chair that was closer to him.

“I think that may be worse” He answered “Because it means that she allowed me to be abused in front of her, what kind of love is that?”

“You need to give her a chance to say what she wanted to say” Gabrielle spoke softly taking his hand and looking deeply in to his green eyes. He fell in to her blue eyes, deeper and deeper, it was like being sucked out in to the ocean, he could feel a pulling that came from somewhere within his chest. His heart pounded and he felt a little lightheaded, like he hadn't gotten enough air in to his lungs “I'll go get the letter just tell me where to go”

“Her bedroom” He answered as if in a trance “Top of the stairs to the right at the end of the hallway”

Harry listened until he couldn't hear her anymore. He'd told her the truth about his fears of what could be in that letter, Petunia had been his aunt and one of his tormentors as well but she was still family and he still wanted her to love him. Assuming that she didn't love him with the hopes that he was wrong was one thing but this letter would tell him the truth and if she did love him then it was worse than being hated because there was no way to remedy it anymore. He heard Gabrielle's footsteps coming down the stairs, each step that brought her and the letter closer vibrated in his brain and made his hands shake and then she was opening the kitchen door and she placed the envelope down in front of him and sat down across from him. Gabrielle pulled a strand of her blonde hair over one shoulder and twirled it around one finger as she watched the many emotions that marched across Harry's face. She didn't rush him though, they had all day, all week...they had forever to open that letter but she knew that in order for him to move on he needed to read that no matter what it said. With shaking hands he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, he looked at her and she offered a sweet smile to him and without the use of words he knew that she would wait patiently.

Dear Harry,

I knew a girl once that was beautiful and delicate, with hair as red as a wildfire and a spirit to match. She was intelligent if a little mischievous but her heart was good and pure and she loved everyone no matter what their circumstance in life may be. She got the best grades but she had to work for them which made each of her successes that much more rewarding. She was my sister but she was also my best friend until I ruined it with my petty jealousies over her magic and my lack of it.

After the professor came and told Lily that she was special and would be going to Hogwarts, I tried so hard to spark my own magic because to me it sounded like we all had magic and we just needed to be able to use it. I wrote to the headmaster and begged him to let me go too because I didn't want to be alone, I prayed to God that he would grant me the magic he saw fit to give Lily but nothing happened and after a while my desperation turned in to jealousy and then anger. I watched her and the boy I considered a 'freak' leave on the Hogwarts Express and knew that when she got back things would be different...that she would be different and I vowed that I would be too. However, when she came back she was more confident and sure of herself and I was just hateful towards her and everyone I deemed 'unnatural'.

Harry, I cut your mother from my life the day she went off to Hogwarts not because there was anything wrong with her but because I wanted to be with her. As the years went by my anger grew just like her magic did and by the time we graduated I felt that I no longer had a sister. I married Vernon because my mother and father thought he would make a good husband and I knew that was all I was expected to do in life. Get married and have a child while Lily would cure cancer, fight monsters and wield the greatest magic in the world. I fought so hard when we were little to have magic and I didn't realize that I already did, it wasn't like Lily's but it was tied to her. In the middle of the night, I learned it was when Lily had been killed I awoke with this terrible feeling in my chest, it was the worse pain I had ever felt in my entire life. It wasn't just pain though it was loss, I knew that I had lost something or someone dear to me and since my parents had long since died I knew it was Lily. I couldn't find the strength to walk and instead I crawled to the guest bedroom and curled in a ball in the closet sobbing as silently as possible. I knew that Vernon would never understand, he thought your parents were as big as freaks as I claimed to, I watched the headmaster place you on my doorstep and after he was gone I went down to see what it was he'd left.

I won't lie to you, I didn't want you. I wanted nothing to do with my sister but not for the reasons you probably think. I knew in the moments that I felt that loss that I had made some terrible mistakes when I pushed her from my life but my biggest mistake had been marrying Vernon. I knew that he would never accept you, you could be a genius, you could be in complete awe of him and follow him around as if he were God himself and Vernon would hate you merely because you are my sisters child. I called out for the headmaster to come back, I asked for that professor the one who turned in to a cat and watched over you that night, I asked her to take you to someone else, someone who would take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of but my pleas fell on deaf ears and even though I left you to be taken you were still there in the morning. I tried to make your life here as pleasant as possible but Vernon thought that the cure for magic was beatings, starvation and the crushing of the spirit.

I don't think you know how many beatings I took in your place, trying to drain his anger before he saw you. How many meals I skipped so that you would have something in your stomach to give you strength. Every birthday I hoped that maybe they would take you early but each year I was let down...and then you turned eleven and they came for you. I spent each school year writing to the headmaster to see if you could stay there but he said no until finally you started going to that family of redheads. I would tick the days off until they would take you and then I was able to breathe freely again. When you are done reading this I want you to go to my room, to the closet and all the way through my clothes near the floor there is a loose board in the back remove it and pull out the box there. I have given the house to Dudley and his wife, the little money I have is to go towards the funeral arrangements and whatever is left I would like to go towards the children Dudley will have and their education. What is in the box hidden in the wall in the closet is what I leave you, it means nothing to Dudley and Vernon doesn't know anything about it but it meant the world to me and it will to you too, I think.

There are so many things that were left unsaid and I am sorry for that. Unfortunately, there are things that are easier said after one is dead and gone than when they are alive and for me apologizing is one of those things. I begged Lily at her grave to forgive my anger, jealousy and hatred, I begged that she guide me in being as strong and brave as she always was and now, after my own death I beg that you forgive me for what I wasn't strong enough to do or stop. I remember when Lily told our parents about Snape's father beating him and my mother always said there was a special place in hell for people like that and surely that's where I will be but I will feel better being there if you can forgive me.

I will try to say what you've been needing to hear all these years in just a few written sentences. I know that I never showed it but I always loved you, Harry I just didn't know how to tell you without alerting Vernon and getting you hurt more than you already were. I never really got to know your father, Lily tried to set up a time to meet but I told her I didn't want anything to do with her or her 'freak' husband...those were the last words I said to her. I know however, that you are just like your mother, you are brave and kind and you show compassion to people who don't deserve it. I know that others have told you that you have her eyes but it is so much more than that. I know that I won't make it to September so this is my last chance to tell you that having you here this summer has been like having my sister back with me. Your kind words, caring actions and even your jokes were her all over again and you made my last weeks on this earth so comfortable and warm. I thank you for that.

Find that box and try to live your life to the fullest while never losing that part of you that is purely your mother. Good luck with your life.

Love,

Petunia Evans.

Harry raised his wet eyes to find Gabrielle watching him with tears in her eyes. She didn't know what was going on but she did know that whatever it was it made Harry's heart hurt which in turn made her own heart hurt. When it became apparent that he wasn't going to speak or move she made her way over to him and laid her head on his shoulder whispering to him the whole time that it would all be alright and wondering what the woman had said to him. Had his aunt been mean, cruel and heartless or was it as she assumed and she'd been apologetic about his upbringing and asking for forgiveness? She longed to read the letter but knew that it would be rude to just pick it up and have at it so she waited until he was in a better frame of mind.

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Hermione had been living in her own dream world since the night she and Draco spent together. She knew that it was stupid and even dangerous to not be on guard in Tir Na Nog, they would lie and manipulate at any sign of weakness they saw and sure enough she'd been approached on more than one occasion by a male cloaked as Draco and trying to lure her in to eating with him or making love to him. Hermione had learned from her studies within their world that the Fair Ones had the ability to pick and choose when and whom they got pregnant and that if a human (witch/wizard) got pregnant or got a Fairy pregnant then they would never leave Tir Na Nog. It was amazing that the world that had taught her so much, helped her get over some of her fears could also become a place of nightmares. As the summer had progressed the Fair Ones had become more and more aggressive and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before they had to leave but she'd been looking for the right time and when the urgent letter came for her she was only too happy to see it.

Dear Hermione,

My sister was just informed by her husband then informed me about the passing of Harry's aunt Petunia. I know that he feels things so strongly and will need someone to be there for him so I am going over there as soon as this letter is sent out but I know he will want his best friend there. According to Fluer, Petunia died peacefully in her sleep but I know that won't stop him from hurting so please, please come home to help him heal again.

Hoping to see you again,

Gabrielle Delacour.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I was on vacation for a while and then my muse apparently went on vacation shortly after me, I hope this was good and that you will review!! Tell me if you want to see something I haven't put in there yet.

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