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AN: chapter seven you guys… ;) i apologize for probable minor mistakes. But tell me what you think and what you think should’ve happened after reading okay?

Chapter Seven: I had a cat… I named him Crookshanks.

Eyes puffy and bloodshot, Hermione rose from the enormous bed, wiping the dried tears away. She made her way back to the balcony thinking everything would be fine. Her fiancé would be back and they’d talk about it, he’d have to have a good reason or apology… for he did lie. And she thought she was the one who was unfaithful. But anyhow, if he did have a good apology, everything would be fine. Even a simple sorry would do it. She’s just looking up to telling him what she was feeling again and nothing could stop her. It was the most familiar feeling she had since she woke up that faithful day of emptiness.

Sitting back on the same seat up at the balcony and picking up her magazine, she began reading, putting all unwanted thoughts at the back of her mind. Just when she was so indulged in her reading, for the first time, a fluffy little creature rubbed itself against her leg. Hermione jumped in surprise at its sudden appearance. Yet, the cat seemed not to be scared of her and stared back at the human. She smiled; she knew what it was. It was a cat. A very familiar, fluffy, brown cat…

Like my cat…

I had a cat…

And I named him Crookshanks.


A single tear silently rolled down from her eyes, soundlessly dropping over the magazine page. I remember… everything




I am Hermione Jane Granger, born on the nineteenth of September, 1981 to Eliza Jane and Anthony Granger, dentists. They loved me so much. They gave me Crookshanks as my birthday present. But they had me home studied; I never went to the real school. When I was nine, I discovered a world, a secret world where things flew and things which are not supposed to talk talked, where people call themselves wizards and witches who use strange sticks they call a wand, where they called me a muggle and a mudblood and where a lot of things secret to any normal human being resided.

I practiced their “art” and found the magic in me. My parents didn’t know anything about it until I was eleven years old when I received a letter from Albus Dumbledor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry inviting me to study in his school of magic. They were shocked at first, especially when I showed them all the evidences of such existence of the world. Mum, collapsed.

But they loved me, so they had nothing to do but support their only daughter. In Hogwarts, I met my two best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Harry happened to be whom they called and whom I’ve read widely about the-boy-who-lived. His parents were killed when he was a baby by a lunatic I daren’t say the name of before. During those years at Hogwarts, his parent’s murderer, Voldemort, tried all endeavors to kill my best friend Harry. So, as good friends, Ron and I are always beside his every adventure and quest for survival and saving the school and the world.

We had our enemy in school, Draco Malfoy. Though he was not much of a challenge he still bugged me to the edge. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was a deatheater, Harry’s parent’s murderer’s followers. In the end, I killed Malfoy Sr. It was hard to kill someone, even if he is as cruel as Lucius Malfoy. Being on the right side, I had to. None knew how I never got to sleep much at night as the scene of me killing someone with my own intentions replayed in my mind. But my world came crashing when my parents died at a deatheater ambush, I thought me killing one was not enough. Then by the end of our last year as students at Hogwarts, my only best friends in the world left me forever to save the both worlds I knew pretty well.

So I kept myself busy with work since it was the only thing left to do. I worked at the disorganized Ministry of the Wizarding world. After a year, everything was settled, we had a fine prime minister and I was one of his panels of counselors at the same time heading the Department of Magical Creatures. Six months later, I persuaded the prime minister to build another department solely for the house elves but still under DMC. The house elves were given free will, to work for anyone they want to work for and whether they want to be paid or not.

After four and a half years, my job became monotonous and boring, there was nothing specially time consuming and complex to do that others can’t. In short, the wizarding world is in no need of me. So I came back to the world I was born into with a fake diploma and a real letter of recommendation from the prime minister of England to whom my prime minister is acquainted with. I worked and through my two years, I’ve had fun, I’ve had friends while I get promoted and promoted.

Until I met Michael, an advertiser… he was five years older than I am and very much accomplished. He was single and never had children, though he wanted to. He was not perfect, but he was what I had… Though I was successful, I felt myself sinking and sinking and he was like a raft at the middle of my pacific. I was hanging into him, losing my independent self. When he asked me to marry him, I gladly said yes. And whole new chapter of my life was opened, ready to be written.

One day I suddenly found him lying dead on the men’s room of an expensive restaurant we were eating on. He said he was just going for the loo he didn’t say he was going to leave me forever like everyone did. The hardest thing was that he was killed by a curse. The smell of a death from an avada was too familiar for me not to recognize. When I got out into an alley just outside the restaurant, I heard voices.

Two men talking aggressively but still trying to keep their voice low. No use though for I heard them pretty well. “You killed who?” a familiar voice said. “A man she was with, her fiancé.” The second man replied. “I told you to kill the girl!” the first one emphasized with anger. “I thought maybe she’d suffer harder if he died first.” The second one answered, a little fearful but still taking a stand. I neared the wall to peek and I saw the familiar face of Draco Malfoy, he was the first man.

“You’re not the boss here you idiot!” Malfoy hissed. “Then maybe you should kill her!” the unknown man retorted. It’s when I stupidly stepped in to the scene and gave Draco Malfoy my scariest glare.

“He’s right Malfoy. Why don’t you kill me yourself? My life’s totally ruined anyways.”

Draco looked at me in shock but was quick to raise his wand on me… then darkness.

After three days, I woke up with the information that Draco Malfoy was my fiancé.






Draco Malfoy arrived at his manor welcomed by his mother with a worried look on her face. “She didn’t go to dinner; she told the maid she wasn’t feeling well.”

He answered that with a frown, sliding off from his coat, reflexively stretching his arms as someone he didn’t know and didn’t care who took the coat from him. “You didn’t see her?” he asked, starting to briskly walk up the large staircase, leaving Cissy behind.

“Alex is with her.” His mother answered from the base of the stairs. Draco stopped on his step and looked down at his mother with an are-you-kidding look. “What? I was afraid.” Shaking his head, he continued on his way. He didn’t know but everything just made him feel nervous. And his cousin Alex was there, of all the people in the world.

The hallway appeared to him very gloomy and long, Draco paused to breathe and finger the small box he had in his pocket. An hour ago, he made a decision to propose to Hermione. Living with her, he found out, wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was brilliant. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he felt better and better everyday. What would forever be? But then, he was nervous… now he knows how it really feels. He used to laugh at men who say they’re nervous about proposing afraid they might be turned down. Now, he can definitely relate. He saw the door to his room opened and out came his trying hard cousin. Draco stayed on his spot, glaring. He thought Alex had a nerve to stop in front of him and reflect his Malfoy glare.

“How do you do it?” he asked to a now confused Draco. “You’re a sinful man Draco, but she still loves you.” Then he went away.

Confused and flattered at the same time, the ‘greatest’ Malfoy strode on to his room pushing the large double doors silently open to an empty, large room. “Gra— Jane?” he called out still not used to calling her by the name.

“Yes?”

The answer came from the bathroom, Hermione standing just outside the door with a robe on. She had been crying, her eyes were too obvious even after trying to wash it with cold water. “Are you okay? Mother said you didn’t come down for dinner.”

“I’m fine now…” she answered faintly. Draco took long steps forward to reach her side, reaching to touch her forehead for temperature. Hermione laughed slightly, “I’m fine”

“I’ll call a maid to send you your meal.” He offered, rubbing his warm hands against her shoulders and gently pushing her to the sofa nearby but they didn’t sit down, Hermione halting them both.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, if you don’t need anything, can you tell me what you and Alex did here?” he asked, his softness suddenly lost.

“We were just talking. Are you jealous?” she asked with a sly smile and scrutinizing eyes.

“No! Why would I be?” he answered, defensive. Hermione gave him a look of disbelief. “Maybe a little.”

Her giggle sent shivers down his spine, in a good way. “I am humbled. But you shouldn’t be, for I am trusted, unlike what you said I did before.”

A shadow of guilt passed through his eyes, he jus wished Hermione didn’t catch it. “How can I be sure?”

She smiled at him; he thought her eyes were almost teary, “Because, Draco Malfoy,” Hermione brought her arms up around his neck, “I think I love you.” And she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. His arms came automatically went around her small waist and brought her closer, deepening the kiss at the same time. I think I love you. the soft voice repeated in his mind over and over and over.





Draco woke up later in the large cushy sofa of his bedroom his arms around the naked form of Hermione who was resting her head over his chest, her fragile arm gently holding him by the shoulder. It was getting uncomfortable for both of them, so he easily and silently slipped out, suddenly feeling cold by the lack of contact and clothes, he looked for his briefs and put them on. He then bent over the sofa to slide his arms under her and lifted her easily to the bed, this time; he placed her over to his side.

Streaks of her wavy brown hair sprawled over her pale looking skin and over her naked breast. He reached out to push strands from her face so that it was properly illuminated by another wonderful moon. Draco laid himself over the bed himself, covering them both with a thick blanket and slipping his arm over her neck which she responded to by snuggling in closer. Her head was tilted up so that they were face to face. She looked like an angel no matter how much he used to deny it. An angel sent to punish him. He may have been feeling better and better everyday, but every time she looks at him in such ways that mesmerizes him, he felt guiltier and guiltier inside. He shouldn’t be the one to experience such things. But the Malfoy selfishness ran in him, and maybe for some times he’d let it so… it felt better.

“Sorry” he said out loud to her knowing she wouldn’t hear it. Her mouth moved slightly, her lips inviting him for a kiss. The urge was too much to handle and he leaned down and kissed the sleeping Hermione. He felt her smile against his lips and was slightly surprised, wondering whether she heard him say sorry. Before loosing himself to sleep, he thought it would be better if she did…




AN: thanks for reading and the review in advance…lol :) next chap is the last… hopefully.


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