Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 30

After having had a good night's sleep and having thanked Molly multiple times for letting her stay these past few days early in the morning as she was the only one awake already when Hermione left the Burrow, she was now finally back at her own house again, situated on the couch with a nice blanket over her as her mother was cooking some breakfast, having offered to make some eggs for on her bread. And not only did she start the day with a nice breakfast that her mother made her, it was also filled with a very delighted Malfoy who couldn't be more happy to finally have her away from there.

Granger, I just realized that for an entire year I won't have to see Potter or Weasel. Draco said in actual excitement, and Hermione munched on her food in quite disbelief towards his joy. You do know Ginny will still be there, though?

Yeah, I know, but with her I can live. At least she isn't as thick headed as those two idiots. Rolling her eyes, she shivered slightly at the morning cold. She had to abandon her blanket on the couch for a bit as she was now sitting at the dining table with her mother, eating breakfast in silence. Oh, by the way, Hermione? His voice became a bit hesitant, and Hermione stilled her movement mid-way of bringing the fork to her mouth. Why in the world did he have a sudden mood swing?

I'm off to France with my parents for two weeks in a few days. He said, a bit wary as if he didn't know how she'd react. Relieved that nothing serious was up, she brought the fork now fully to her mouth and continued eating. You scared me there.

Sorry. Draco said, his voice lightened as he half-heartedly apologized. But that's amazing, Draco! It's your first time going on a holiday, isn't it? Hermione asked, remembering him saying something like that when they played the two truths and one lie game. Yeah, it is.

Well, I've been there plenty of times. It's kind of a go-to holiday destination in my family. We go there every summer vacation, well, minus this year and last, of course. Hermione began, and soon rambled on and on about all they had done there with her family, and all the places she had visited ever since she was young.

Hermione didn't know how long she had been talking, but eventually she jumped half in the air when her mother nudged her shoulder, breaking her conversation with Draco as her mother told her that her eggs had gone cold. And you speak French, right? She began again after she had finished her last two pieces of bread, remembering another thing he had told her when they were playing that game.

Yes, I can. He said, his voice holding some amusement, probably because of her long story that she had given him before. That's great, that makes visiting so much more easy. I remember going there for the first time as a five year old, completely at loss whenever I heard people talk French all around me. By now I have quite a sense of what they say, but I still struggle sometimes with formulating sentences myself.

A weird chuckle reached her head, and she still wondered how some chuckles made it to a thought and some didn't. Yet, she was glad most of them did not get formed into a thought, because they often ended up sounding very strange. It's actually one of the reasons my parents chose France. Mother has been on about it for years, but considering.. well.. the situation, we never really had a chance. Draco said, referring to the time when his father was still a Death Eater, and when later on Voldemort was living in their own very home.

Remember what I said about how the language has been passed on through generations? Hermione nodded, but then reminded herself that he still couldn't see that. Yes. She quickly said so he could continue. Well, turns out we still have a great-grandmother living there somewhere. We'll be staying at her place for a while when we're there.

Hermione smiled in excitement, glad that Draco finally had the possibility to go out and see the world for a bit. And she was even more excited that he was going to France, the one and only place she had been to for years. That's great! Then as an after thought added: Don't get back into your old habits, though. Hermione frowned, realizing that the great-grandmother he was talking about was surely going to be a Pureblood, and she did not expect the woman to have such a change of heart that Draco has been having.