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Blessings in the Rain

Chapter II- Meekly
Yet Determined I�ll Wait in the Shadows

Meek(ly)-

Showing patience and humility; gentle- easily imposed on,
docile.

Determine-

To decide or settle conclusively and authoritatively: To
establish or ascertain definitely; as after consideration, investigation, and
calculation.

��.�� ..

Another summer day was beginning to start and already up to
greet the day were three occupants, sitting down for breakfast in one of the
family�s smaller dinning areas.� One
woman and two men all of which had long blond locks for hair; the woman with
blue eyes the other two with gray.

Lucius Malfoy was busily reading an article in the morning�s
daily prophet; his wife Narcissa was adding sugar to her tea; and their only
son Draco just sat down across from his father to begin the breakfast that was
already spread out before them.� Savannah,
Draco�s betrothal wasn�t among them, she slept a few minutes late and was
currently rising from her sleep.� They
weren�t expecting to see her join them until a little later.

After small murmurs of morning greetings were passed between
them; the silence around the table settled back in. It was relatively quiet
between the three of them for a good while; the only sounds were the clinking
of Narcissa�s silver spoon swirling around in her
raspberry tea.� Lucius every now and
then, turning the pages of the daily prophet and Draco�s fork and knife cutting
through his stack of pancakes with great precision.

The peace was stolen when Lucius folded the newspaper neatly
and started conversation with Draco about a particular family business; he been
thinking about dealing with.� The
conversation was going fairly well, that is until Lucius once again brought up one
of the companies belonging to his father.�
It was a small business which invested in the merchandise of other
companies which catered to selling artifacts associated with the Dark Arts. It
wasn�t very well known; Lucius of course purposely kept it that way in order to
ensure that the Ministry wouldn�t trace anything regarding the dark arts to his
name.�

�Are we to start this again father?�
Draco asked, setting his eating utensils down on his empty plate.� This was one conversation he didn�t want to
be having.

Lucius� eyes narrowed in his son�s direction, �I don�t see
why you have to be so stubborn about it Draco.��
That company has been making me more money than any business I�ve ever
had. For you to except it from your dear father would make me happy,� his jaw
tightening with ever syllable his mouth made.�
It was quite clear, Lucius was getting frustrated, and his gloved hand
was tightly clenched around his eating knife.

�Why? I�ll tell you why, I don�t want to associate myself
with an old family business that clearly is on the verge of crumbling.� It doesn�t matter how much you change it
around to look inconspicuous.� Besides,
it�s too much tied in with clients who did business with us that were
supporters of the Dark Lord. It�s bad enough we were already trying to clear
the Malfoy name,� and in his mind he silently screamed, �Which you screwed up with your loyal devotion to that dead lunatic!� of
course Draco didn�t say it out loud he continued; �Before mother became the new
Minister. I�ll go through much hell if I take over your shady business if it is ever found out!� he bellowed.

�I�m losing my patience with you boy!� Lucius slammed napkin
onto the table; it being the only thing within reach he felt he could destroy.
He was sneering at his son for all it was worth; his face flushed in anger.

�It�s not as if you had any to begin with. I don�t care what
you have to say father, you will not! Impose your damn corrupt business on me,�
Draco jaw was tightened and he was glaring at his father was just as much
intensity.

Narcissa remained quiet, knowing better than to intervene
when the both of them got like this.� To
her it was pretty normal, it was the same thing; Lucius would start up a
conversation about business and finances associated or owned by either he or
Draco.� They would get into deep
discussions and Lucius would want everything to go his way, and tease his son
about his ability to handle the business world.�
This would cause Draco to become stark raving mad and curse his father
until his anger was sedated.

She silently listened while taking small bites into her
buttered scone; she only wished her husband wouldn�t provoke their son. She
knew no matter what he did, Draco was never going to concede at least not this
time; they were both equally stubborn that way.

Lucius was seemingly trying to compose himself; he knew
Draco could be very stubborn about something he didn�t agree upon and wasn�t an
easy push over; but after some time he would just give in and agree to his
ways.� Lately, it wasn�t so and Lucius
couldn�t fathom why he was completely against taking over this one particular
business.� He even suggested to make
changes to it, but his son wouldn�t give in this time, �I just don�t understand
how you could fight me this much about it; it�s the best business this family�s
got.�

�It was the best we had because it was the only one you
spent most of your time investing in, not to mention it was also the best
during the time �he-who-must-not-be-named� was still alive! A time when fellow
death eater members were the ones who always settled on the highest quality of
dark art artifacts; those type of people were the ones buying.� You remember those times don�t you father? A
time when you believed the dark lord was going to kill Potter!� Draco spat, his
sneer turned into a slight smirk as he looked at the rising fury in his
father�s grey eyes.

�Your ability to do business is quite questionable Draco, I
only hope I would not be saying the same of you upholding to your upcoming
nuptials?� now it was Lucius� turn to return a cruel smile on his son, �Oh
dear, did I hit a nerve?�

Draco rubbed at his temples, running a hand through his
partially slicked back hair style, �It doesn�t matter what I do, you�re never
satisfied with anything; and let�s keep my engagement out of this.�

�Your engagement to Miss Terminelli is business are have you
forgotten? With the Terminelli family merged with the Malfoy name it will be
beneficial,� he said.

�Look, I�m really happy for you that somehow I once again
was good use to you.� Lucky for you
you�ve been friends with my fianc�e�s father for a very long time.� I don�t want to forget to include that
because all my other previous relationships ended badly; I did the only dutiful
thing a son could do,� the younger Malfoy kept his eyes on his father with a
stoic expression.

�And what duty is that?� Lucius spat sounding annoyed.

�Forgoing that he will ever really find that someone; and
since I already knew Savannah from
my early childhood and that she is the daughter of one of the wealthiest
Pureblood families in Europe, I decided to bugger it
all! Fulfill the wishes of my parents, make mum happy by getting married and
make you happy by getting to know Mr. Terminelli�s daughter a bit better and
merge both of the family riches together!� he yelled, his voice getting higher
with ever sentence.

Lucius scowled, no one talked to him like that, he seriously didn�t know what got into his son to be
disrespecting him this way. �Draco-,�

He couldn�t get a word in, Draco�s fury was unwavering.� �No one would dare ever question Lucius Malfoy again! Not with his wife as Minister!�

Narcissa looked from Draco to Lucius and back again the
tension in the room was making her tense; but she remained silent.� She wanted to disrupt the conversation; but
knew neither one of the two men in the room would listen to her much less hear
her pleas if they started a shouting match.

Lucius tried again but failed to get his son�s attention;
completely ire with his behavior. �Draco listen to me-,�

His son wasn�t listening at all, he was too busy ranting. �Not
when he and Camillo Terminelli are business partners, certainly with their
children married to each other! Yes! No one will think twice about Lucius Abraxas Malfoy being a Death Eater con artist who wriggled
his way out of Azkaban!� Draco slammed his fist on the table, angrily slapping
his napkin down; his chair falling backwards to the floor from jerking harshly
away from the table.� He kicked at it
before hurriedly stomping his way out of the room.

A wistful sigh was heard from Narcissa�s
end of the table, �And the day had started out so well too. My poor son,� she
sipped a bit of her refilled cup of raspberry tea.

�Son?� Lucius questioned looking
for all the world shocked. He was nearly speechless
for a spare moment. The pure audacity of his
son speaking to him in that manner, it was preposterous! �You call that raging
beast! You�re�poor�son!?� he spat.

Narcissa gave her husband a look that clearly said, �You started this mess.� �Yes, that poor
enraged beast full of young male testosterone is my poor son. Lucius please
just once can you leave well enough alone?� she pleaded.

�But! How? Didn�t you hear the way
he spoke to me woman? If he weren�t my son I would have given him the crucio!� he was livid; there was no way Lucius Malfoy was
going to let this go; he was going to begrudge Draco for his blatant displays
of disrespect.

�Hmm�of course I heard, I heard
every word spoken. And clearly you brought this on yourself Lucius,� she calmly
said, looking at her husband�s face go from bright pink to embarrassing red.

�Stop with the theatrics dear it�s most unbecoming of Malfoy
men. I�ve told you before not to provoke Draco. He has much on his mind,�

�How can you take up for him?� he knew it was being
childish; but it bruised his ego to be reprimanded by his own wife and for her
to take another�s side, even if it was his son�s; not that he�ll tell that to
anyone.

�Easy, he�s my son,� she smiled.

He rolled his eyes in irritation.

Narcissa settled her tea cup down on a small yellow saucer,
�And because I know there is a lot he�s dealing with.� Draco was always one to please us, even if we
didn�t deserve it at times or never noticed before.� I think if you give your son some space and
not demand so much, you�ll get better results, right?� it was a statement, not
a question.

She looked into Lucius� face, seeing him silently take in
everything she was saying. He seemed calmer though she knew his mind was alert
and still fuming over Draco�s outburst not too long ago.

�I understand,� he finally said, trying his best to put on a
pleasant smile for his wife though it turned into a subtle scowl that Narcissa
seen.

�Of course dear,� she said, excusing herself from the table
to go deal with the other man in her life; as her daughter-in-law to be arrived
into the small family dining room missing most of breakfast.

�Good morning,� Savannah
smiled politely to Narcissa and Lucius who both greeted her; sitting down at
the table her eyes searching for a third head full of blond hair. �Where is
Draco?� she asked, sounding concerned.

�Outside I presume I was just on my way out there to speak
with him. I�ll tell him you�re up Savannah,�
Narcissa said.

�Thank you Narcissa,� she said, gathering food charmed to
stay fresh and hot onto her plate.

Narcissa plastered a smile that seemed genuine enough in Savannah�s
direction; the younger woman didn�t notice but Lucius did and he smirked at her
because he knew it to be fake. Narcissa glanced in his
direction before she walked out of the room.

��..xx��mione��..xx��draco��..xx��..

The sun was steady rising in the morning sky; the earth was
already beginning to warm for the day ahead.�
Bird song was in the air, and the flowers in the Malfoy garden were
blooming with the rays of shine sun hitting their petals.

A young blond haired male was sitting down on a white bench
in his home�s flower garden; the same spot he sat the previous night.� His face was screwed up in a bout of silent
anger, his focus glaring at the marble fountain in front of him.� The blasted man was completely
infuriating.� Lucius always had this look
of sneering down at others more than Draco himself; and Lucius directing a
glance at Draco as if he was inferior to him, every time he made a remark his father
didn�t agree with, only intensified Draco�s new found loathing for his father.
If he said one thing, his father would say another and believe himself
right.� If Draco had an idea that could
work and Lucius didn�t like it, his father wouldn�t see reason and ignore the
idea completely or slyly try to change it into his own as if he came up with it
and no one else.

The morning was already beginning to look pleasant for the
young Malfoy heir, Draco could excitedly inhaled the fresh morning summer air
and be happily content for the rest of the day.�
Obviously enough, this was all thought with pure
sarcasm; there was not a thing in this world that would get his spirits up
today. Again he�ll start another day the same as every other day.� Get up, dress, have the occasional debate
with his father over breakfast, get pissed off because of it; speak a few words
with his mother, leave for work, spend the day with co-workers, leave work,
spent the rest of the evening in the company of his fianc�e and repeat the tiresome
process all over again. The argument with his father really did him in and
right at that moment, he was mentally cursing his father straight to hell when
the light of the sun was blocked from his view by a feminine figure standing
before him.� Ah! Right on time as always,
another check to add on his dull repeated �things to go through everyday list�.

�Mother,� he uttered in greeting.

�Such a lovely day, wouldn�t you agree?� asked Narcissa
smiling down at her son.� �A day such as
this shouldn�t be frowned upon Draco,� she smoothed out her bright yellow dress
and sat down next to her only child; crossing one leg over the over in a lady
like fashion.

�Easy for you to say, you don�t have to deal with father
breathing down your neck!� he yelled, �It�s always something with that
infuriating man, I still asked myself how the bloody hell you can tolerate him
after all these years?!�

�Now Draco-�

Draco in his bout of anger continued to rant on, cutting his
mother off, �If I were married to the frigging git, I
would have left him a long time ago!�

�Draco! That�s your father you are talking about!� his
mother scolded.

Draco looked at his mother as if she were crazy, �I�m sorry
mother; you can�t possibly understand how he makes me feel at times.� He�s forever giving me exceedingly high
expectations to what he wants me to
live up to; and Merlin if I don�t I�ll look like a complete failure!�

Narcissa clasped her son�s hand into her own, soothingly
rubbing it in a comforting manner.� She
frowned, looking wistful towards Draco, �I know your father cares for you
deeply; he only wants the best for you dear.�
Of course I know that�s not something you want to hear right now but it
is true and I also know how Lucius can get a bit carried away; he�s just so
used to having everything go his way and no one questioning him about
anything,�

�

�Well, it�s about time he learned he can�t always have his
way, I just want him to finally recognized I�m not a child anymore for Merlin�s
sake!� I am 25 years old and I can make sensible choices for
myself without needing to be reprimanded,� he spat.

�Would you care to explain in more detail what it is that
bothers you this much?� she asked.

�You know what�s wrong! You were there mother at the dinning
table right before Savannah appeared
in the room,�

�I know, but you and Lucius have been non stop for years
now, this goes much, much deeper than some mere row between you and your father
over business and finances; and I could be wrong but I swore Lucius struck a
nerve in you this morning when he broached the subject of your betrothal.� What are you not telling me?�

Draco glared at his mother, must
she always be correct in her assumptions? Did women really have an �intuition�
especially when it concerned their children no matter how old they got?

�It�s nothing mum,� he lied.

Narcissa gave him a look that said she knew he was lying and
quite sadly at that.� �Draco Alexander
Lucius Black Malfoy, you tell this instant what the matter is with you,� she
demanded.

�Are you going to treat me like a child now too?�

�If you continue to act like one than yes I will and don�t
give your mother cheek Draco,� she scolded playfully.

�Yes mummy dearest,� he smirked, the small humor noticeable
in his voice.

�Well?� she questioned, one slim blond eyebrow arched high
on her brow, �Aren�t you going to tell me?�

Draco sighed, �Well�the entire idea of getting marry- just
doesn�t settle with me. I mean sure my fianc�e is a wonderful and perfect woman
but�� here he stopped; not really sure how to word his feelings.� He wasn�t very good when it came to this sort
of thing.

�But she�s just not for you?� she finished for him.

�Exactly, but I�m not disappointing your or father and I get
to finally marry, soon be a family man and I won�t be lonely for the rest of my
life.� It works out in the end, father
adores Savannah, you adore Savannah,�
it piteous laugh escaped from Draco. �I don�t know of not one
person who doesn�t,� he said.

�Oh Draco honey, I wouldn�t be disappointed in you for not
getting married so soon at that. I do want grandchildren sometime this century,
but that doesn�t mean you have to fulfill an unwanted obligation to your
parents.�

�Just to father,� he sneered again, his anger evident.

�Not to your stubborn father either.� I do like Savannah
a lot, but for me to adore her?� she questioned tilting her head slightly to
one side.

�How can you not? She�s all you ever talk about, the way you
brag about her I thought accounted for adoration,� he said.

�Yes that�s true I do brag, but personally�I can�t adore her
like a mother-in-law should because two main reasons,�

�And those are?�

�She is everything a wife should be, but not for you and
also there�s something peculiar about her. I haven�t put my finger on it, but
there has to be something �off� no one is ever that- carefree. It almost looks
like nothing can ever make her angry but not only that�I really don�t know,�

Draco felt some relief come to him and the stress put on his
head eased a bit.� His mother was very
intuitive and always seemed to know when he needed her most; not that he�ll go
to her and confide in her. She always came to him even when he didn�t feel like
talking about his problems. He was grateful, he wasn�t the only one who thought
the same about his fianc�e and who knows maybe Narcissa would be the one to
figure her out.

�I know what you mean mother, I only wish father felt the
same way,� he said.

His mother only sighed, �You are letting Lucius get to you,
Draco here�s some advice you can try that should work in your favor most of the
time if your father continues to be a bit- overbearing,�

�And exactly what do you have in mind?� he asked, doubting
but curious enough to know what she would say.

�When ever you and he start to disagree and he demands to
have his way, just let him have his way,� she smiled at the frazzled look on
Draco�s face.

She started to speak again not letting him get a chance to
say a word, �Listen, as the new and first lady to become Minister of Magic I am
always followed by men at the Ministry not to mention your father most of the
time trying to impose on me their plans for this and that.� I�m constantly told I should just let my
advisors make all the decisions for me and just agree upon whichever sounds
plausible, it�s as if they don�t give me enough credit to do my job more so
because I�m a woman,�

�And what does all of this have to do with me and father?�

�It�s quite simple really, if you pretend to just listen and
smile politely to whatever your father tries to impose on you, he�ll believe
his won the debate.� He�ll leave you
alone believing his has the last say, while you can silently do whatever it is
you had set out to do, of course it would have to be done subtlety,� she
smirked, daintily putting golden locks of hair behind her ear out of her face.

�Wouldn�t he notice something was amiss? Father is the king
of cunning,�

�Well you�ll have to learn to up one him,
I�ve been doing it since I was married to your father, so much so he doesn�t
even realize it.� It isn�t that hard to
do all it really takes is a bit of �sucking up� even if you don�t mean it as
long as it looks authentic,� she giggled lightly, hugging Draco and kissing his
cheek lightly.

�Well I must be off, much work to do today at the Ministry,
and Draco do try to smile often it makes you more handsome that way,� her smile
broadened, Draco had offered to help her up from her seat on the white bench in
the garden.� She walked back in the house
to gather her things to leave for the Ministry.

Draco stood outside for a few more minutes before heading
back inside the house; making sure to avoid if at all possible contact with his
father.� He too had to leave for work
also.� He decided he�ll go along with his
mother after all, going back inside he got his belongings, joining his mother
at the door to leave out for the day ahead.

��.xx��..mione��.xx��.draco��xx��..

Hermione found herself standing in the same hallway she
emerged from only half an hour ago.� This
time, she was among friends as they all stood huddled together to get one more
glimpse of Percy and Penelope�s baby boy.�
She stood quietly looking at the newest edition to the Weasley family
tree; while everyone else was making such a ruckus.� They had just left the room from visiting
with the proud parents, all of them congratulating Penelope for another
successful birth; but they didn�t stay long since they knew Penelope needed all
the rest she could get from going through such an ordeal.� So the Natal Ward was where the gang
currently stationed themselves.

�If you become anymore louder than you are as a whole your
going to get us all kicked out of here for disturbing the peace!� Hermione
bellowed.

For a full three seconds, nothing was said as they all
looked at Hermione as if she were the crazy one; before continuing with their
conversations, only this time being quiet about it.� They couldn�t begrudge her for being right,
as always.

�Finally you lot have come to see reason,� she added,
smirking at the faces she was getting from most of them.

�Yes Miss Granger,� Ron teased, mimicking a school child
that had been scolded by the teacher.�
�Another Weasley, I bet mum�s going to be in high spirits, she gets
another grandchild to spoil.�

�Kid�s definitely a Weasley, already inherited the red
hair,� said Harry jokingly, leaning against the wall next to the window, �I
wonder if that gene is overpowering; it�ll be no wonder too if me and Ginny�s
children all inherit their mother�s red hair.�

At that remark, Ginny slightly elbowed Harry in the ribcage,
�Harry James Potter! What a rude thing to say to your fianc�e!�

Harry looked baffled, �What?! What did I say that was so
horrible? It was only a joke Ginny, I swear!�

Ginny snorted, trying to keep her giggles in, �Of course you
were, well when we have children I
wouldn�t mind if all of them inherit your green eyes if they must have my red
hair,� Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry�s waist, resting her head on his
shoulder.

�Aww come on you two love birds,
your joy killing the atmosphere,� said Ron, who ducked his head from being clobbered
by his sister�s fist.

Hermione turned her head, shaking it from side to side
amused by her friend�s lame antics to insult each other.� She went back to looking at the infants
through the window purposely avoiding getting into the conversations with her
friends.� So far no one bothered to ask her
anything relating to babies and she wanted to keep it that way.� She smiled slightly; she didn�t hold anything
against them for talking about a subject almost taboo for her.� It was interesting to hear what they thought
about having children of their own; or what it�s like to be a parent already.� Anyway, they already knew about her
predicament; so there wasn�t any cause to add her into the conversation.

She over heard them talking about how they imagined their
child to look, Hermione silently did the same; or tried.� It was hard to imagine when she didn�t have
someone else to compare looks to like Harry had Ginny and Seamus had Lavender
and etcetera. She currently was single and had decided that it would be best
for her. Her last ex�s only lasted within a two or if she were lucky three
months time before they had decided to dump the bookworm because she was a
bore.

Here was a thought to add to a list of them she didn�t care
or want to think about. But alas she was thinking about it, it did take her
mind off the subject of infants which made her feel all the more melancholy.

�-ione��

Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered the fourth time
with dating after the same thing happened to her.� She had hoped that maybe things would be
different and that someone would actually like her; was she that unattractive?

�-ermione��

Hell she knew her friends had set her up on multiple blind
dates in between those times she had a so called boyfriend before they got rid
of her. She only went to make them stop nagging her about finding someone,
pretending that she didn�t know what they were up to.� It was really pathetic in her opinion, when
men found you unattractive and your friends think they�re a big help, probably
hoping that maybe at least one of the losers they paid to go out with her would
get her to loosen it up and get laid.

�Hermione?!� Harry nudged her on
the shoulder.

Startled, she turned around to face everyone, �What?�

�Are you alright? You gotten quiet,� he asked.

�Yeah,� she smiled, �I�m alright Harry just daydreaming.�

�So Hermione?� Padma asked.

�Yes what is it?� she asked, turning back around to looked at the babies through the glass window.

�We haven�t heard from you yet,� the brownish tanned woman
said.

Hermione sighed almost groaning, this was the last thing she
needed, she could have sworn she or at least someone told Padma.� She wasn�t in the mood for this today; but
she�ll just play it out and leave.� She
wasn�t going to become upset with Padma because she didn�t know. �Heard what?�

�What do you imagine your child to look like?� she asked
innocently, not noticing the looks and the shaking of heads for her to stop.

�I don�t want children,� Hermione�s tone was clipped, �Just
because I run several childcare agencies doesn�t mean
I like children.� Because I don�t!� she
snapped, hitting her fist again the window.�
Damn, she told herself she wasn�t going to get upset and what does she
do? She snaps at Padma.

Padma clearly wasn�t paying anyone notice, she was glaring
at Hermione�s head. �I thought you loved children, what with your agencies that
specializes in helping them,�

�It doesn�t matter, it�s just a job,� she said, refusing to
turn around.

�I don�t get it; or rather I don�t get you.� Is this why no one wants to date you? Are you
always this snobbish Granger?�

�You don�t know of what you speak Patil,� Hermione clenched
her teeth together; �In all honesty I would appreciate it if you left me to
myself.�

�

�You don�t have to be so rude, it was only an innocent
question Merlin Hermione!� said Padma getting angry. �I honestly don�t see what
the big deal is; excuse me for thinking that someone like you would want
children!�

Hermione was feeling anguish and fury and those two emotions
weren�t the happiest blend.� She wasn�t
going to get upset she didn�t know. Hermione had to keep reminding herself
about this one little fact.� She hoped
Padma would leave it at that and say no more to her,
she was unpredictable when her ire was provoked long enough.� Like the time she punched Malfoy in her third
year at Hogwarts; the thought of that wasn�t bringing her much joy at the
moment and Padma continued to rant.

The other�s were looking on between Hermione and the
Ravenclaw young woman; slowly backing away.�
They failed to make her be quiet or to change the conversation off of
Hermione and onto something different. But she swore that being an intellectual
by stating the obvious she deem it her right to rant not realizing what she was
saying weren�t the right choice words to a very ticked off Gryffindor.

�Probably would be for the best anyhow, Merlin knows you
wouldn�t know how to handle a child anyway.�
After all, you own your childcare agencies right? You have employees
that do all that messy work.� Even if you
wanted a child which you claim you don�t, probably have to beg a guy to donate
his sperm; we wouldn�t want holier than thou Granger giving her precious
virginity to any man that if, if she
still is one and if she could find a guy that would volunteer to pop her cherry
they would turn her down for being so frigid!� the Ravenclaw girl bellowed; a
proud smirk on her face.

Hermione turned around so fast, her head was spinning.� Her eyes were overshadowed by the dangling
locks of half frizzled half curling brown hair hanging over her face. Her whole
body was shaking with unadulterated fury and her jaw was set tight.� She had silent tears roam down her cheeks
going unnoticed by everyone because they were standing away from her.� She kept clenching and unclenching her fists
promising to bring Padma to an early grave if she said one more word.

�What? Cat finally got your tongue? That would be a first,�
Padma snidely remarked.

�YOU THOUGHTLESS BITCH! I CAN�T
HAVE CHILDREN!� Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs the tears not evident
on her red face, her reflexes quick like a cat�s slapping Padma across the
cheek before she pushed her out of the way to run anywhere that wasn�t crowded
or had anyone around.

Padma was stunned into silence; and everyone else was just
as speechless.� All they could do was let
the brown hair book worm rush out of the hospital away from her friends; give
her a moment to herself. It had to be embarrassing and humiliating to shout
something like that out loud for all anyone in hearing range to hear her.

Hermione continued to run into she was finally out of the
hospital, her tears were making her sight blurry and she didn�t realize that
running outside she would eventually slam into someone on the street.

Which is exactly what she did, she impacted really hard into
two people who barely had time to react. All three of them fell to the ground;
a woman in bright yellow and pink fell onto a young man in black and dark
blue.� Hermione fell on her bum, breaking
the heel on one of her shoes and she managed to rip her light blue Capri�s
on her left side.� She didn�t realize she
twisted her other leg at an odd angle which resulted in her getting a badly
sprained ankle. She continued to cry, making little sobbing noises but nothing
extreme as she was trying to hold it in as best she could without making an
even further scene.

��s-s-sorry,� she mumbled wiping hurriedly at her blood shot
eyes trying to rid herself of her anguish. It wasn�t helping, just made her cry
harder.

�It�s quite alright dear, you didn�t do much damage,� said
the woman in yellow, she looked Hermione over with her baby blue eyes, she
sniffed looking at Hermione�s demeanor, the girl looked horrible; hair array,
clothes wrinkled and a bit ruffed up. There were things she wanted to do to the
girl�s hair to tame it at least. She was busy taking her wand to clean herself
of any dust particles that gotten on her due to the abrupt fall to the ground.

�I-It�s not that�I�n-never mind�M-Miss,� Hermione said
through her attempt at speech and crying.

�What the bloody hell? Mother are you alright?� a familiar
voice said; familiar but not registering in Hermione�s mind at the moment; as
she was quite distraught and didn�t make any moves to remove her person from
the dirty ground or acknowledge she had a small cut which was bleeding where
her Capri�s ripped.

The young man pushed his hair back from out his face; though
the long blond bangs fell back over his left eye.

�I�m fine Draco, why don�t you help this poor woman to her
feet,� she said kindly, leaning over she whispered in his eye, �She needs more
help than me don�t you think?� she asked, pointing her gloved forefinger in
Hermione�s direction.

Draco only smirked understanding perfectly that his mother
was commenting on the unfortunate woman�s looks. She was right, the lady looked
like hell and at the moment maybe was feeling it too, something had upset
her.� He was curious to know what; but
he�ll think about it later.� Right now he
was going to be a gentleman and help her off her feet; maybe she hurt her leg
or ankle it could be why she didn�t move at all.

�Come on, cheer up there, let�s get you up from there
ma�am,� he smiled down at her, but she refused to look up at either of them. He
gently pulled her up from under her shoulders without a problem, she was quite
light.

�Can you walk?� he asked her.� She had stopped crying loudly but she was
still crying but was silent.

�I�m alright you don�t have to do this I can walk,� she
barely whispered still not bothering to look into his face.� She attempted only to move her good foot
which had the broken heel before falling and putting all her weight on her
sprain ankle.� �Ouch! That smarts,� she
cringed.

Draco quickly grabbed her shoulders, and she distinctly
clutched his light summer cloak to break her fall.� �Don�t move, I got you,� he told her
softly.� He lifted her up easily one arm
under her small back, the other under her legs.�
�Seems you can�t walk after all, we must get your ankle checked,� he
smiled at her.

Hermione nodded, still not registering his familiar voice,
�Thank you�Mr.-,� Hermione�s brown eyes met grey and they considerably widen
when recognition set in. She knew it was him, yet they hadn�t met in almost six
years now? But it was no mistaken that voice now.� That voice always matched with that
white-blondish hair and those piercing grey eyes. �Malfoy?!� it was the only
thing that came to Hermione�s mind.

Draco was equally shocked to know that the woman in his
arms, the woman who knocked he and his mother to the ground distraught; the
woman his mother told him to carry because she had a sprained ankle was none
other than, �Granger?!� He was carrying bookworm Granger? He had to be she
called him Malfoy and she had that annoying untamable mop of brown hair with
the honey brown eyes.

Narcissa looked at the couple in front of her; they both
seemed to know each other. What an interesting day this was turning out for her
and she wasn�t due to be in the office until two more hours.

Narcissa couldn�t hide the mirth on her face nor in her
voice, �So you both know each other?� it was a
statement not a question.

�Obvious isn�t it mother?� Draco sneered.

�Yes, and Draco sarcasm isn�t very nice; well don�t just
stand there Draco we have to take your�acquaintance to get her ankle healed.
Stop standing there gawking at the poor darling,� Narcissa exclaimed.

�I was not gawking mother,� he grumbled, silently walking
with a woman he hadn�t seen in six years in his arms.

�Of course you weren�t Draco,� Narcissa said smiling as she
and Draco walked with Hermione silently in toll. �My woman�s intuition tells me this is going to be an interesting
year,� was the last thought on Narcissa Malfoy�s
mind as she walked with her son to take the young woman inside the hospital to
get her ankle healed.

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end of ch.
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