My Dearest Draco,
Yes, my son, I’m alright. These past few months in solitary confinement have been good to me. I’ve been feeling a little better as of late. Your father rarely crosses my mind anymore. Although I miss him dearly, I know that I will just have to move on.
I would love for you to come see me, Draco. But you have to promise that you will come alone and tell no one where you’re going or where I am. I prefer to keep my hiding place a secret.
I’m curious as to what this ‘secret’ is. Please come this afternoon. I have attached the address to this bit of parchment. I’ll see you in a few hours.
Mummy
I read the letter from my mother over and over. Come alone. Well, that’s just not possible. I suppose I have to bring Potty along for the ride. I’m sure she won’t mind. She always loved Potty. Often calls him “her second son”. I scoff at the idea. Potty and I being brothers? Not likely.
I looked at the clock. It was three o’clock. I decided to get ready to go. I grabbed a shower, a pretty lengthy one, at that. This was the first time I actually enjoyed my showers after Hermione left. After she left, I barely even showered ever. I was a mess. I guess she noticed that too. Smartest Witch of Our Age.
I got out of the shower and dried my hair. I looked in the mirror. I still looked god awful. Bloodshot eyes, wicked crow’s feet, and the worst beard I’d ever seen on a man. A Malfoy should not ever grow a beard. I rushed to make myself look a little more presentable. I hadn’t seen my mother in several months, and I didn’t think she’d appreciate me showing up looking as bad as she did when she left. I used magic to fix the redness in my eyes, and clear away what I could of the crow’s feet. I shaved my face and examined myself in the mirror.
I looked better.
I looked- good.
Really good. Like a Malfoy should.
Except for my wild, damp, unkempt hair, I looked like the man I used to be. Strong, professional, wildly attractive. I felt my self-esteem slowly come back as I glanced in the mirror. I looked really good. I was proud.
I decided to do something with my hair, so I decided to slick it back, the way I used to as a child. It was professional. Although I wanted this meeting to be personal, I knew this was about to be strictly business.
I was having trouble choosing an outfit. Should I wear a suit or be casual? I could wear the suit I always wore back in my sixth year at Hogwarts, but with that suit, came terrible memories. I could wear my other suits, but I decided those were strictly for work.
I decided to go casual. But a good casual. I picked out a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and some matching (but not formal) black shoes. I looked in my full-length mirror. I looked stunning. The famous Malfoy smirk spreading across my face. I was glad to be back to the old me. Not the rude, selfish, prat Malfoy, but the grown up, mature, professional Malfoy. I still didn’t care about blood status. That never changed.
I glanced at my outfit again, admiring how well the t-shirt fit me. It was the perfect size between loosely fitting and tight against my abs.
Then I remembered that there was a reason why I loved this shirt so much.
This was Hermione’s favorite shirt.
She always admired the way it fit me too. She always told me I looked very sexy in it. I smirked again.
When I was ready, I looked at the clock again. 4:45, it read. I decided to go downstairs and wait for Potty, my mother's note in my pocket.
At exactly five o’clock, Potty apparated into my house- AGAIN! I scoffed and got up to shake his hand.
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Remembering Hermione {Part Two}
FanfictionThis is the sequel to Remembering Hermione. After months of searching, Draco finally finds Hermione. But Hermione is all but thrilled to see him. Will Draco finally get the girl of his dreams back and propose, or will this encounter with the beauti...