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His Alone	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione's POV:

The sun rose slowly into the dark night sky. I had probably only slept an hour or two-three at the most. Funny really, one would expect to sleep more after crying the length of Nile like I had, but sleep eluded me. So I had moved to sit in front of the window, gazing out at the starry night. In the faded light of the stars and moon I could make out the bats flying through the air and across the vast land of the manor I'm able to watch the eternal dance of the fireflys as their lights twisted, hopped, turned, and flitted through out the night. But it's day now and I do not know what to expect, one never does in the Manor. Standing, I move to my bed and lay down, closing my eyes and willing my brain to rest, if even for a moment.

Breakfast in the Manor Between Father and Son:

I had nearly been late to the table, father would not have been pleased. He was hard to please. Of course, the look of disdane that graced his features as I rushed to my seat, to his right, as quickly as I could in silence was not lost on me. Nor was the eerie silence that overtook me as I chanced a glance in his direction and then around the room. Within minutes, juice, bacon, eggs, and fruit were upon the table and I reached forward to dig in only to be stopped by father's cleared throat.

"You still are too eager for your own good at times my son."

"Yes father." I say and retract my hand and place it on my lap. Waiting for him to take his food I would like to think his statement to be endearing, one meant with care but I can't cheat myself-nor my feelings. Father is a cold man. His heart beating for nothing but dominating control, power, wealth, and of course, the Dark Lord. Minutes pass and I sit in my thoughts when fathers voice cuts through my ears and pierces my brain.

"Would you like to play a game son?"

I look up at him, a game? "Sir?" What sort of game could he be speaking of?

"Your request last evening has made me think." He says inbetween sipping his juice. "And being the good father than I am, who am I to deny my son his wish of a… friend."

This last part I note was said in a lower tone and a slight chill ran through my body. "Thank you father." I say, raising my eyes to his. He nods and continues,

"It's been awhile since you and I have done anything together hasn't it?"

"…" I make to respond but father continues, apparently that was a rehtorical question.

"Today, I think you shall get to hold your wand again."

I look up at him-sharply. "M-my wand?" How I've missed the feel of its wood upon my palm and the power coursing through its veins.

"Yes, of course, it's all a part of the game."

"The game?" What game is he speaking of? "Sir, what game?" At this, father lowers his paper and looks at me, a glint in his eye showers me with something I can't quite place and I hold his gaze for a second longer before dropping it to my bacon.

"I think, that if you wish to see Hermione that you shall have to earn it. Just as you had to earn the right to play with your broom as a young child. This is fair don't you think?"

Fair? Of cours it isn't. "Yes father. I should have to earn any priveledges that you award me." I look up to see his eyes cornering me, my thoughts, and I will my breathe to remain calm, my palms to remain steady, and I allow my brain to stay quelled of tension. But no entrance into my thoughts comes and I look over at my father once again, only this time his eyes aren't looking at me but rather straight ahead and I turn my gaze to the door and the person standing just inside of it.

"Draco, we'll continue this conversation later. Return to your room and ask Tork to bring you breakfast."

"I-yes sir." I longed desperately to be in fathers favor, to be his pride and joy once again, but alas I was not and his bidding was all I could do. I suppose it's all I've ever done. "Sir may I get a book from the library first?"

"Go Draco!"

His eyes dart to look at mine and his steady voice hints at something unknown to me and I raise, "Yes father." I notice as I turn to look back at him once I've passed our intruder that fathers mouth was taught and I hurried to my room. Only to sit in silence at the wonder as to the happenings in the dining room.
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