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Unforgivable	By : Elena009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: WARNING: Mild language. I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the rights and I do not make any money off writting this fanfic.

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A/N - Hey everyone, I am so incredibly sorry this is so freakin' late! When I was on vacation, it was easy to get chapters out and everything was just boom, boom, boom. But alas, now that I am home, things are stressful again and life is always busy and full of BS. Please don't mind the spelling errors, I try not to go through and re-read what I have written as this is the raw -what I was feeling at that time- sort of writing. Maybe once I start writing my OWN book, that's when I'll edit the chapters... or find someone else to do it. LOL So without further a do, please enjoy! :)

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Chapter 7 – Unexpected

“Ronald! I’m telling you for the last time NO! We are not getting back together!” Hermione stood in Harry’s apartment face to face with a sober but disheveled looking Ron Weasley who was currently in the middle of, trying and failing, to win her back.

“But Hermione, come on pleeeease I never stopped loving you. Not for one minute. That woman meant nothing to me.” He pleaded with her.

“No. You stopped loving me the moment something better came along. You decided fucking someone else was better than trying to fix our relationship. You are a coward Ron Weasley. You are not the man I fell in love with in school. We’re done, we’re over. Maybe one day we can be friends and we can be civil to one another but until that time comes, you have no chance in hell even if it freezes over.” With that she left the room and headed towards the living room where Harry, his girlfriend and little tiny bundle sat on the floor, watching their young one have tummy time. She never could remember her name

Harry looked up at her as she entered, “Everything ok?” He asked, concern written on his face. Hermione sat down beside him and watched the bundle of pink lying on the floor. She seemed quite content to just relax and every so often she would lift her head up and look around.

A scream erupted from her throat and pain seared through her back, her eyes huge she looked for her friend who had already jumped to his feet and was wrestling the red haired man to the ground. The woman came rushing over to Hermione who now had blood dripping down her chin. The young woman took one look at her back and paled. She pulled out her wand and whispering a few spells she got a snuggie on and put the baby inside. A diaper bag zoomed over to her and she grabbed ahold of Hermione and they apparated out of the house.

The 3 of them landed at St Mungo’s emergency and the woman steered her into triage where one of the medi -nurses looked at her wound. The older witch summoned the doctor to come in and she helped Hermione onto her stomach, the doctor ordered the woman and her baby out of the room and shut the door. Hermione was doing her best not to let her tears fall; the pain was spreading, her mind trying to hold on to reality and failing.

A squeal came from her throat as the doctor and medi-nurse pulled the knife out of her back and the doctor started his work. She was in the room for a little over an hour while they healed broken organs. When she finally sat up her body protested in subsiding agony. The doctor gave her a piece of chocolate and thanking him she finally left the room.

Hermione went to the front desk to fill out the paperwork and noticed a group of people in the waiting room. She wondered over cautiously and could feel the tension in the air from two of the people. Harry turned from his glaring match with Malfoy and went to hug her, “How are you feeling? Are you all right now?” He asked, concerned etching his features.

Hermione nodded, “What happened after we left?” She asked.

“I sent for the Aurors, they took him away and he’ll be waiting trial.” Harry replied.

“Oh. Thank you. And thank you erm…” Hermione turned to the woman, “I’m so sorry, normally I’m very good with names but I can’t even seem to remember yours.”

The woman smiled, “Celine,” She answered.

“Right,” She mumbled, “Sorry again.”

Celine smiled and waved a hand.

Hermione looked at everyone around her, “I’m fine guys, really. There’s barely a mark left now.” She smiled, trying to brush it off as no big deal. She was a war hero; to her it really wasn’t a big deal, until of course when it would sink in the events at the end of the day.

“It’s settled then,” Harry was saying, “You’re staying with us for a few days.”

Hermione looked to Narcissa who nodded her consent and the matter was settled. She hugged Narcissa who held out a suitcase for her which she took. She turned to Malfoy and held out a hand. Malfoy extended his own and they shook hands, he nodded curtly then he and his mother left the building.

The group apparated back to the neat, tidy apartment, it was a surreal scene, clean, as though nothing had happened at all. Harry showed her to a guest bedroom, thankfully not the one Ron had been in and she was thankful for that. Harry lingered in the doorway, not sure of what to say to his best friend. He was still reeling at what his other best friend had done. Hermione smiled back at him to show she was all right and with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Narcissa was fuming, he could tell that much, but when she would blow up was very uncertain. His mother tended to be a bit on the dramatic side when it came to her anger, blowing things up, breaking dishes and screaming.

“Mother…” He said tentatively, “Is everything OK?”

His mother gave him a curt look, “Draco. What the boy did to Hermione is unforgivable, it’s… disgusting and cruel, and and…” She let out an exasperated breath of anger, “That child needs to pay for his crime, more than just hold a trial for him!”

“I know mother, he won’t survive the wizengamot.” Draco replied, playing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You must protect her Draco, whatever it takes, she must be protected. Hermione is like a daughter to me after her parents….” She trailed off, lost in thought. Then without so much as a glance to him, she patted his hand, gathered her skirts and started up the stairs, disappearing into the hallways above.

Malfoy waited until he heard his mother’s door slam shut before he left the house. He vaguely remembered where Potter’s place was, but had no ideas which end of town he lived in. Picturing Potter’s apartment he apparated. Jackpot, somehow he’d come to the right apparition point. He left the alley and walked down the street, passing shop after shop. He found himself drawn to a book shop, staring at a book that looked like gold and silver entwined. Curious, he entered the shop and asked the older man working if he could see it.

The man had dark salt and pepper hair and was balding. He used a cane to steady himself, and he was almost hunch backed. He gave Draco a dark look, before taking out a ring of keys, to open the glass casing. Draco could feel an aura, or presence coming from the direction of the book, and he watched carefully as the man grabbed it off its shelf. He seemed to struggle carrying it, as if it weighed a ton. The man dragged himself back to Draco and handed it to him. As soon as his hand was upon the book and the man’s was off, the book was incredibly light. Lighter than what a book should be, but then again, in the old man’s hands in was heavier than a rock.

The book was blank. There was no title, no words inside, just gold and silver mixed in spiraling patterns occasionally blinking to another spot, but he never caught this happening so he couldn’t be sure, “How much?” He asked.

But the old man was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, he took the book up to the counter to pay for it. However, he found there was no one there. In fact the whole place seemed strangely quiet all of a sudden. Draco spun around and found no one. He was starting to get agitated and was about to leave when a yelp escaped his throat and he almost dropped the book. It was glowing and it was warm to the touch, he looked down and saw two letters sprawled out in very fancy cursive.

Open me

Draco opened the book again, only to find the pages blank. Scowling he slammed the book shut and slammed it down on the counter then turned to leave. Only the book did not come out of his hands. Furious, he stalked to the door.

“Draco Malfoy. You will stop and open the book,” Came a voice out of nowhere.

Startled, Draco opened the book. Inside were words written in the same script as on the cover.

Love, my dear is a hard thing to come by.

There are many ways to show our love and many ways to ruin it.

Your journey has only just begun.

The writing faded until the pages were blank again. Sound resumed in the shop and the busy hustle of people came back. The old man was nowhere to be seen, it was like he disappeared out of thin air. Draco took the book back up to the counter to pay for it.

The woman behind the counter turned the book over and over, looking for a code. She called for the manager who came and took one look at the book and said it wasn’t their book and for him to just take it.

Malfoy knocked on the door of Harry’s apartment and Celine answered the door. If she was surprised to see the blonde haired man, she didn’t show it. “Is Granger here?” He asked politely. Celine nodded and stood aside to let him in before closing the door.

“Hermione! You have a visitor,” She called.

“Coming” She called back from down the hall.

Hermione’s mouth gaped open when she saw who it was at the door, looking around and seeing that Celine had disappeared, she grabbed Malfoy and dragged him into her room, casting a silence charm. “WHAT THE HELL MALFOY! What are you doing here???” She screamed.

“Calm down Granger,” Malfoy grabbed her arms and shook her slightly.

Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes trailing up to his, her breath the caught in her throat. She was scared of what she saw there. This man had been her friend then enemy for so long, recently her… her what? Her lover? She didn’t know what to call him now. They always seemed to flip flop back and forth between something else. It was nauseating trying to keep track. She pushed him away from her and crossed the room, hoping the distance would help her think. “What are we doing Malfoy?”

Malfoy sighed and shook his head, sitting down on the bed, “I don’t know” He admitted.

“You’ve hated me all these years, why start something now???” She asked, leaning against the wall.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who came up to me and started dancing.” He smirked, “Where did you learn to dance like that anyways?”

“That doesn’t concern you,” She blushed, “Malfoy, what happened last night… can’t happen again.”

Malfoy’s head jerked up, but he didn’t dare look at her for fear of betraying his muddled feelings. “I understand. Look I just came by to tell you, I’m sorry for what that weasel did to you. I would never have done something so completely irresponsible and stupid like that.” With that Draco Malfoy stood and left the room.

Hermione caught something out of the corner of her eye. Sitting on her bed where Malfoy had been sitting was a folded piece of parchment paper with her name written on it. Crossing the room she picked it up gingerly and unfolded it. She knew it was Malfoy’s writing and her heart thumped in her chest as she read the letter.

Hermione,

Words can’t describe what I have been feeling for all these years. We started out playing in the gardens together with our mothers, always best friends and nothing could tear us apart. Then we got our letters for Hogwarts and that’s when things changed. My father drilled those foul things into my head and I was too afraid to not listen to him. So then begun our hatred for each other, mine born out of my father’s fear for witches or wizards who were different from us, and yours I’m sure from the way I treated you.

All I can do now is apologize for my behavior. After your mother passed, I was so distraught both for your pain and suffering but also for me as I felt I had lost my second mother. I had wanted so badly then to say something to you, but I feared I would be watched.

And now, I can’t even tell you what I feel, how I feel because we have been so many things, where do we begin to start fresh?

Deep down, I think, I have always cared for you, no matter the cruel things I did and the way that everything played out. But now that things are better, I want us to be friends again.

You have no idea, what it felt like to just be near you again, to feel your skin upon mine, to finally have a taste of your lips….

Listen to me, I’m starting to sound all gushy and shit.

Anyways, I will be here when you are ready.

-D

Hermione changed into her pajama’s and got into bed. She read the letter over and over again until she fell asleep and when she woke the next morning, the letter was still in her hand. She read it one more time just to be sure, then got up and went to the desk. She didn’t know whether she should right something back or just show up. She choose instead to send a reply, asking him to meet her somewhere. Once that was on its way she went to shower, shave and get dressed for her… date? No, it wasn’t a date. It was just lunch with a friend. With that thought firmly in mind she got dressed and left the apartment.
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