DRAMIONE ONE SHOTS!

Rose part one

Dedicated to @407109jill   who requested this. Hope you enjoy :) 

Hermione Jean Granger had lived with her grandfather for 15 years now. Ever since her parents 'accident'. What accident you may ask? Well let me tell you.

Hermione was only 5 year old when a war ravaged the kingdom. There was nothing to stop the possessed witches who tried to harm anything in their way. The kingdom was at war, fighting the witches with all they had. It took them years to stop them and reign the kingdom to peace once more. When the war had started Hermione had just been born.

Her parents didn't posses any special skills or know how to fight yet they were part of the innocent that paid the price. They didn't even try to barter with the witches like many of the people in the kingdom attempted. When they got attacked they were making dinner for a young Hermione. What happened was not right!

Hermione's parents didn't die that night but got given a fate worse than death. They couldn't remember their daughter. No matter how much Hermione cried out for them they just couldn't remember. Their daughter was a stranger to her own parents.

That's when her grandfather came in to help. He found her crying her eyes out on the doorstep of her once beloved home. Her parents didn't recognise him either. The witch had completely isolated her parents from anyone in the family. All Hermione had left was her grandfather.

Hermione is now 20 years old and still lives with her now 80 year old grandfather. Her grandfather loves to invent and create things which spiked Hermione's own passion to learn and create. Her grandfather never quits he is constantly mowing around dodging the many boxes of part on the floors creating something new. Arthritis doesn't stop him tinkering and having a laugh with his granddaughter.

Hermione loves to help her grandfather and create new inventions with him. When she isn't helping him she is out around the village. She is a sucker for nature, her small sketchbook is filled with sketches of plants and wildlife. The library is never too close for her too she constantly has her head in a book. At this point she has read everything in that small library at least twice over but she can't help going back again and again. The stories help her to cope with the reality that her parents are never  coming back.

"Hermione sweetheart I have to go out of town for a little while. An investor in the city is interested in clocksman 2000. Its a perfect opportunity."

"But the city is a day away! You could be gone for at least 5 days."

"Don't stress child, if I'm not back in a week then come to the city yourself I know you have always wanted to come. But I will come back so stop being a worry pot ok?" 

"Fine but that won't stop me worrying constantly grandad, you know what I'm like."

"That I do. Anyways I must start packing I have to head off tonight."

Hermione frowned but without a seconds thought began to help her grandfather pack up all of his belongings that he would need on the way. She didn't like the idea of her grandfather going to the city on his own as he wasn't like his younger self. He was more vulnerable now and that scared Hermione, she wanted to come with him. But she knew her grandad he was ever so determined and who was she to stop him potentially getting an invention produced for the market. She didn't have the heart to tell him no.

The rest of the afternoon Hermione juggled boxes and bags making sure that he had everything that he would need on his travels to the city. She even cooked her grandfather a special meal for tea that night, his favourite meat and potato pie. Hermione knew that she was being stupid and that her grandfather would be fine but she still found herself biting her lip with glistening eyes as his carriage set off.

"I will bring you home a brand new book Hermione dear, I know how you love them so!" 

That's when she waved him off and went back inside once the carriage was nothing but a dot in the distance. Hermione had a restless night that night worrying about her grandfather.

Draco Malfoy was only 5 when his parents bargained with the devils themselves. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy bartered with the very witches that were killing and destroying the kingdom. Draco remembers it so vividly, he was crouched underneath the kitchen table watching as the croons cackled at his parents offerings. He knew his parents were trying to save him but even then he knew it was no good. They didn't need anything from the Malfoys they were too powerful, what did they need with riches? 

A green light shot both of his parents in the chest and he watched them fall lifeless to the ground. Many would simply think that they didn't know that Draco was hiding under the table but they certainly did know. Tears rolled down his pale face as the witches drew closer to him. One grabbed a hold of his chin forcing him to look into her wicked eyes. Hot breath landed on his cheek as she spoke words that still haunted him today.

"You shall live little Malfoy, knowing how weak you were to stop the death of your parents."

Draco shot up in bed shaking with sweat dripping from his brow. Another nightmare. Had he not suffered enough at the hands of the witches? His whole childhood he lived in a grand house filled with servants and maids who took care of him, they raised him. All the money and all the riches in the world couldn't fill that kind of hole in his heart. He used his wealth to try to fill it , oh he tried so hard to fill the endless cavern in his chest. 

He was famous for his grand parties and get togethers. He stopped caring about people after a while as he knew that they could be so dam cruel. Draco became his own monster, he didn't have to look in the mirror to know that he was a beast. Everyday he was reminded of the monster that he was.