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Night’s Visitor

Chapter
9

First
freedom part 2 of 2

Author:
quivering quill

Disclaimer:
I DON'T own Harry Potter!

AN:
Hello
again, this is the second part of the chapter First freedom. I'm so sorry that I made you think that I had posted a new chapter - I really did post it, but something went wrong and no text appeared on the site, argh how annoying! It should work now though... Let's hope anyway :)

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Chapter
9 part 2 of 2

First
meeting

Rose Street was easy to find, if you were a dog you would only have
to stick your nose into the air and search for the sweetest smelling
street in town, if you were a human, as Hermione most certainly was,
you just went north and then looked for cute signs, such as rose
decorations on buildings, flower pots on the streets and in the
windows, exploding of colour and fragrance.

It was also the most charming street, in Hermione's opinion,
especially because it's many flower shops, the café and the
two book stores. Those things made Rose Street unappealing to thugs
and “manly men”, that liked to bother women, and as they
kept away, the street was very peaceful at all times of the day.

It took fifteen minutes to reach the street and five more to get to
their meeting-place, had she not been running it would have taken ten
minutes more.

But the square was empty. The few trees, with their trunks hidden in
rose bushes, covered the equally few benches in their shadows, but
even when Hermione squinted she could see that Draco wasn't sitting
there. She scanned the small square, every corner, every shop, every
shadow.

He wasn't there.

Sighing she went over to a marble fountain, portraying Aphrodite, the
love goddess - of course with a rose in her hair from which water
poured down into the heart shaped socket.

Hermione sat down on the edge, wondering what she was supposed to do
now.

Would he come tomorrow instead, since he obviously hadn't bothered to
wait any longer today, or was she supposed to meet him “as
usual” the day after tomorrow? Would he be angry, maybe he
would decide that she couldn't live on her own anymore? That was what
had made her run so fast to get there.

If he decided that she had to live with him, then she would be able
to do nothing to stop him. No one knew her, except for the Weasleys,
but she doubted they would get into the trouble of helping her
against Draco, they barely knew her and she couldn't ask that of
them.

She could flee, leave the city, perhaps even the country, but she
didn't want that. She didn't want Draco's death on her conscience, he
hadn't given her a reason – so far at least – to make her
hate him.

“What
am I supposed to do now?” She sighed.

“Maybe
you should reflect on the saying; 'It's impolite to keep someone
waiting',” Draco's unamused voice sounded from behind her.

Hermione spun around and almost fell into the fountain, as she
managed to grab onto the edge only her left arm got wet, up to the
elbow. “Great!” She grumbled as she pulled herself up.

Draco had now gotten around the fountain and was standing in front of
her. He did not look happy.

“Where,
were you?!” He snapped. He wore a dark green cloak with silver
lining, expensive clothes in blue, and in his hand he held a pair of
black shimmering gloves.

“Is
that scales?!” Hermione thought surprised, in her curiosity
forgetting about the irate veela.

”Answer
my question!” Startled out of her thoughts, Hermione met his
grey hard eyes, with her own unwavering ones.

“I'm
sorry, Draco, I forgot about time,” she said apologetically,
and meant it.

But Draco wasn't so easily placated. “What is so hard about
getting here on time? Were you perhaps hoping that I wouldn't wait?
Or were you planning on not coming at all perhaps?”

Hermione huffed. “If I hadn't wanted to come I wouldn't be
here!” She said untroubled, which of course didn't calm Draco
the slightest. He drew a harsh breath to voice exactly how very low
his opinion of that statement was.

However, Hermione recognized his pose- countless were the times when
Pansy had used the same before starting a rant that lasted for hours
– and she wasn't feeling generous enough to listen to such a
thing.

She held up her hand to quiet him. “Hold your thoughts - I
don't want to hear them!” She ordered. Draco face darkened at
that. Who did she think she was?

“I
did not come here to have you yelling at me. In fact, if you don't
start treating me as an equal we're going to get – no, you
are going to get – serious problems! I don't care how much
money you own or what title you may have. If you even want to dream
about making me your mate, you will
treat me with respect!”

Draco scowled. Hermione scowled back.

“I
really am sorry that I forgot about time, Draco. I didn't mean to
make you think that I wouldn't be coming.”

This time Draco calmed, but with great effort. “Why didn't you
get here on time?”

“I
found some people to stay with and I had such fun with them that I
forgot to check the time. I didn't notice how late it was, until
their clock chimed six,” she explained patiently.

It was clear, from the sullen face, that the blond boy didn't like
those news at all. “You had such fun with them? I thought you
said you didn't have any relatives in town?”

“Hey,
I never said that! But... no... I don't have anyone, I mean I didn't
have anyone. I met a girl in an alley next to Harbour Square...
and... we became friends after that,” Hermione ended with a
smile.

Really, the mere thought of having gained such a wonderful and
cheerful friend as Ginny made her extremely happy. She had never felt
more fortunate than now, having met Ginny and been accepted by the
Weasley family.

“What
were you two doing in an alley, especially at that place?”
Draco growled, becoming upset again. “Those alleys are not
safe.”

“I
heard someone being attacked in an alley and went to help. That's
were I saw Ginny, I got her out of there and she invited me home.”

At this, Draco got silent. With hard eyes he stared at Hermione, as
he thought the news over. She met a girl named Ginny, now how many
people in this town could have that name? Not many, and he only knew
one. The fact that he had heard that Crabbe and Goyle had been
picking on the Weasley-bitch, made the situation crystal clear.

“You
mean you met the Weaslette?” He hoped he was wrong, no way
could his mate be living with those lowly red heads?

Hermione's eyes shone as she answered eagerly “Yes they're such
nice people!” Then she paled, when she realized that he now
could find out exactly were she lived. “How did you know?”
She asked suspiciously.

Draco
smiled stiffly. “There's probably only one Ginny in this whole
town. And everyone knows about the Weasleys”
He made a face at the world, speaking it with clear distaste.

“What
do mean by that? What do you have against them?”

He
scoffed “They're low class and they act as if it didn't matter.
They also have more kids than they can afford and their father is a
complete imbecile, obsessed with muggle things...” He continued
telling her a long list of the Weasley family's short comings, which
could be summed up to that they were poor and didn't care.”
Hermione felt herself get more tense and irritated with every world
that came out of the blond idiot's
mouth.

She finally cut him off. “Since I also am poor, yet still don't
act inferior to you, I'll just assume that you feel the same way
about me.”

Draco stilled, he hadn't thought of that. “You are different,
as you are my mate.”

“Ugh,
please! Don't give me that crap. I am not your mate, you are only
courting me!” Hermione spat. “But let me give you an
advice; if you are going to successfully court someone, it's best if
you don't insult the person all the time. Until next time I hope you
do some hard thinking of how one should treat people. If it's too
hard for you, I'm sure there are books on the subject.”

She turned and started stomping away, but only got two steps before
his hand clamped down her shoulder, stopping her.

“I'm
sorry, Hermione. I don't want you to be upset. Give me another chance
and I will prove to you that I'm more than my - as you say - bad
manners.” He spoke sincerely and Hermione's anger wilted.

She weighed his words against her injured pride and the
protectiveness she felt towards the Weasleys. It was the fact that
she didn't want this night to end badly that made her decide to stay.

“I'll
give you one more chance tonight,” she agreed. Behind her she
could hear Draco sigh of relief.

“Thank
you.”

They sat down next to each other on the fountain. Draco pulled out a
white handkerchief from inside his cloak and offered it to her. She
thanked him politely, folded the sleeve of her left arm up and
started wiping her arm with the handkerchief.

Neither spoke as she worked, but it was just as well. Both needed
that time to relax around each other.

When she was finished she wrung the handkerchief out over the water,
letting the absorbed wetness drip down, thanked him again and handed
it back to him, but he shook his head. “Please, keep it,”
he said, which – surprisingly - she did.

Hermione soon tired of their silence, how would they ever get
anywhere if they didn't speak?

“What
did you do today?” She suddenly asked.

Draco blinked and looked at her. She wrinkled her nose. “Not
that I'm interested, I just though it would be a good way for us to
start talking normally. Well never get to know each other if we don't
ask questions.”

He nodded slowly. “I was with my father. I am the only heir to
the family estate, including the different business that my family
control and own and I follow him, when I am not busy with school, to
learn and get used to everything that his work involves.”

“Do
you like it?”

“I
don't know, I guess. I am proud of who I am and what my family stands
for, I want to continue my father's work, but... Sometimes, I guess,
it's a little dull.”

Hermione smiled to herself. Draco was a normal human, after all.

“What
are your parents like? I only heard your mother's voice when I was
hiding under the bed in your room.”

”Mother
is a beautiful woman, and she knows it. She can be strict and
composed, but compared to my father she is warm. She loves me very
much and always tries to help me when I need it,” Draco began,

“Father
is a hard man, he rules everyone around him, except my mother, and
never stops working. He's always the business man, impeccable in
everything he does, and he almost never relaxes.”

“Oh...”

“Since
you never told me about your family... Do you have one?” Draco
took his turn to ask.

“No...
I don't have one,” Hermione said silently. “My father
died when I was little and my mother had to start working for the
Parkinsons to support us, then she died just some years ago. I don't
have any relatives either not that I know of anyway. Mom and dad were
the only children and my grandparents have been dead for over twenty
years.”

Draco
locked his eyes upon her, but refrained from saying anything. Soon he
turned his head to stare at the ground. “What is your favorite
color?”

“Huh?”

“You
said we needed to get to know each other.”

“...Well
I don't know, red and green, I think... What's yours?”

“Green,
silver and black.”

“You
know, black is not a color...” Hermione couldn't help but
say... well it was
important to know that sort of thing!

Draco
blinked. “Yes, I know...” he drawled. “What is your
favorite time of the day?”

“Dawn,
the light is so beautiful then and not too many are up, which makes
it fairly quiet compared to the rest of the day.”

“I
prefer midday, it's the time of the day when things gets done.”

Unexpectedly,
for both of them, a bell tower, somewhere in town, now pronounced the
eighth hour of the night. They had already spent almost two hours in
each other's company.

Hermione
blinked, surprisingly she hadn't minded spending all that time, after
their quarrel of course, with Draco. They had managed... a normal
conversation, without insults or threats.

By now the
night had become dark and a bit chilly. Hermione shivered and yawned,
it was time to go home.

“Draco,
I think we should end this for tonight,” she proposed.

He nodded
and stood up. He didn't offer her his arm, and she was thankful for
that. Even if she - against all odds - would fall for him in a
distant future, she wouldn't want his help to stand up. That was such
a corny thing to do, as if she couldn't manage that on her own!

“Do
you want me to follow you back?” Draco asked politely, though
he would honestly rather not. That would mean a high chance of
meeting the Weasleys and even though it was very entertaining to
insult them and see their freckled faces turn tomato read form
humiliation or anger, Hermione might be angry with him again.

Thankfully
Hermione shook her head. “No, I can manage myself.”

They
nodded their heads at each other in goodbye then left the square to
head home.

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AN: Can you believe it? Can you? No you can't! I have updated, only a
couple of days after my last update! I must be sick or something O.o

I've tried my best to answer all of your questions, but since some of
you are “secret reviewers” I'll answer some of your
questions here:

This is going to be a Draco x Hermione centered story, I just wanted
a glimpse of the rest of the Harry Potter- people. I also wanted to
give Hermione her own life, so that she wouldn't have to depend on
Draco.

Hermione is a witch in this story! It's just that she never received
a letter from Hogwarts and since the Parkinson's were so good at
breaking Hermione's spirit, she repressed her own feelings so much
that she didn't have any magical outbursts. She will experience and
learn about her own magic though, and quite soon, probably next
chapter or the chapter after that.

There will be no threesomes here, Hermione will not fall for anyone
in the Weasleys household, because she is going to try her hardest
with Draco, even though he makes her furious most of the time... She
takes her part of their courting seriously. She really doesn't want
Draco to be hurt.

R&R people

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