Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Obedience ❯ The Thoughts of Hermione Granger-Malfoy - To Begin a Story ( Prologue )
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By: Hearts In Strangeness 
A little taste in Hermione's words about her life.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Horror / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 704 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
A little taste in Hermione's words about her life.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Horror / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.23.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 704 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
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The Thoughts of Hermione Granger-Malfoy - To Begin a Story
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Imagine this: you have an almost perfect life. You family is whole, your being treated right, and yet there is a black spot that covers everything. And then, that black spot grows, consuming everything is sight until your left with nothing but little pieces of what was, and broken dreams of what could have been.
All of my problems started when my mother, Narcissa, remarried. No, my problems weren't with the man that she had married; Lucius Malfoy was nice and kind, despite his regal appearance and cold indifference. He loved my mother, and he was nice to me, spoiling and acting as if he was my real father rather than my step-father.
In fact, he was better than my dead beat father, who had left my mother and I when I was six, leaving behind a whole bunch of debts while he went to the Caribbean with his whore of a secretary.
At the time, my mother was trying to find him, planning on slapping him with a huge divorce. Of course, by the time we found him, it was just as he was dying from injuries from a car accident, which was several months after she had found out about his debts and whores. He died not long after our visit, though we later found out that he was dying anyways, the accident had just sped up what the STDs his whore had given him would do.
Most of the debts he left had been paid by the insurance money that had been left for us as he had never actually divorced my mother - I think that it was so my mother would be left with the debts that he had instead of paying for them himself, as I had looked at the agreement my mother had made, and she had made sure that, in case of divorce, all his problems stayed his problems.
The few debts that weren't paid off at that time were a few years later with my mother's marriage to Lucius.
So, no, my problems weren't with him. No, they were with his son, Draco.
Or, I should say, they started after my mother and Lucius died, about four years aflter their wedding, and Draco became my legal guardian.
Before marrying my mother, Lucius had been married once before. I didn't know the reason why he had married her, for it was obvious he didn't love her as much as he loved my mother. However, that's beside the point. The point is, he had fathered a child with his first wife, a boy whom they had named Draco.
Now, upon first meeting him, I never sensed that there was something wrong with him. He was just like his father, always nice and polite, never anything but the perfect gentleman, but…I don't remember what it was exactly, but I never seemed to be comfortable around him after the one week I spent in his company during our parents' honeymoon. There was something about him that just…
I wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was a bit older than me - I was ten when his father had married my mother, and he was eighteen, already an adult. All that I knew was I never felt comfortable around him.
Of course, it wasn't until later that I realized why. And, by then, it was too late.
All of my problems started when my mother, Narcissa, remarried. No, my problems weren't with the man that she had married; Lucius Malfoy was nice and kind, despite his regal appearance and cold indifference. He loved my mother, and he was nice to me, spoiling and acting as if he was my real father rather than my step-father.
In fact, he was better than my dead beat father, who had left my mother and I when I was six, leaving behind a whole bunch of debts while he went to the Caribbean with his whore of a secretary.
At the time, my mother was trying to find him, planning on slapping him with a huge divorce. Of course, by the time we found him, it was just as he was dying from injuries from a car accident, which was several months after she had found out about his debts and whores. He died not long after our visit, though we later found out that he was dying anyways, the accident had just sped up what the STDs his whore had given him would do.
Most of the debts he left had been paid by the insurance money that had been left for us as he had never actually divorced my mother - I think that it was so my mother would be left with the debts that he had instead of paying for them himself, as I had looked at the agreement my mother had made, and she had made sure that, in case of divorce, all his problems stayed his problems.
The few debts that weren't paid off at that time were a few years later with my mother's marriage to Lucius.
So, no, my problems weren't with him. No, they were with his son, Draco.
Or, I should say, they started after my mother and Lucius died, about four years aflter their wedding, and Draco became my legal guardian.
Before marrying my mother, Lucius had been married once before. I didn't know the reason why he had married her, for it was obvious he didn't love her as much as he loved my mother. However, that's beside the point. The point is, he had fathered a child with his first wife, a boy whom they had named Draco.
Now, upon first meeting him, I never sensed that there was something wrong with him. He was just like his father, always nice and polite, never anything but the perfect gentleman, but…I don't remember what it was exactly, but I never seemed to be comfortable around him after the one week I spent in his company during our parents' honeymoon. There was something about him that just…
I wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was a bit older than me - I was ten when his father had married my mother, and he was eighteen, already an adult. All that I knew was I never felt comfortable around him.
Of course, it wasn't until later that I realized why. And, by then, it was too late.