They met in Venice
by Bugalugs_926
We are two friends that are completely obsessed with Harry Potter. This is our first Fan Fic so please be kind Review encouraged and definitely suggestions, go the suggestions! Horray!
Chapter 1 - Hermione in Venice
Hermione closed her soft brown eyes and took a deep breath, Mmm. Pizza. She stood in the small pizza parlour down the street from her hotel. She had followed her nose and her stomach, which, by the way, was quite hungry, to the small, but cosy, pizza parlour. The mouth watering, savoury smell had wafted through her open window as she read through some of the text books listed as required for her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Hermione and her parents had made it to Diagon Alley earlier this year, two months earlier, to be precise, on Hermione's request, she thought she might need something to read while Venice and she certainly would need time to memorise her texts.
She walked to the sky blue counter and looked at the menu list; Peperoni, Hawaiian, supreme. She scanned the list of toppings and ultimately decided on her favourites; half supreme, half meat lovers. The acne faced muggle told her it would be a 15 minute wait, so Hermione wandered into the ice cream shop, conveniently placed next door and bought herself one. She sat and enjoyed her ice cream while her pizza was cooking. She stared around the room, there were people scattered here and there, around the restaurant, it was almost empty. There was a tiny newborn baby in a pram at the table next to her, the baby seemed focused on Hermione's bright red muggle t-shirt. Hermione smiled, she had an urge to hold the baby and let its tiny hand grasp her fingers, to touch the fluffy strawberry blonde hair upon its head and tickle the bottom of its booties. Hermione couldn't wait to be a mother, not that she was going to run out and get herself pregnant, but even so, when she was 25 and had a good job and a husband, she would then start a family and be the mother she always wanted to be, to patch them up when they fell over and hug them when they cry.
Hermione felt someone tugging on the corner of her jacket, "That's my little sister, her name is Angela, but I like to call her Angie." Hermione looked down at the little boy staring up unknowingly at her, his mousy brown hair cut neatly above his ears and at his forehead. His soft brown eyes matched his hair perfectly; they twinkled at the baby with pride only a brother could have.
"She's very beautiful. What's your name?" Hermione smiled as the boy beamed at her.
"My name is Brandon and this is Snuffles" Hermione giggled, when she saw that Snuffles was a small stuffed toy in the form of a black dog.
"What's so funny," said the little boy looking quite offended, "he's my friend."
"He just reminds me of a friend of mine," Hermione replied, she saw the boy's expression change quickly as he immediately began to giggle too. The two of them started laughing together and were only interrupted by the boy's mother grabbing him by the arm and leading him away. Hermione once again diverted her eyes to the baby, her angelic face fitting her name perfectly.
"Granger."
Hermione walked up to the counter for her pizza, she pulled some crinkled muggle notes from her pocket and paid the pimpled faced muggle, she took the warm pizza and left the shop. On her way out she winked at Brandon, who blinked back at her, Hermione giggled at his attempted wink and slowly made her way back to her hotel.
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Hermione's mother was standing in the middle of the room; she had obviously been pacing the floor and was looking very flustered. Her father on the other hand was no where in sight. Their luggage was spread around the room and her mother's shopping bags on the bed.
"Hermione, where have you been? I know you are almost 17 but that does not mean you can leave without telling us where you've gone. You've never been to Venice before and this is only your second night here. What if you got lost? Don't you ever do that again!" She said, finally taking a breath. Hermione thought she was over reacting.
"Where's dad?" Hermione asked hoping to change the subject to avoid getting herself in serious trouble.
"Out looking for you, missy! He was so worried, he's very angry and you can be the one who explains where you were," Hermione's mother took a deep breath and glanced at the pizza in Hermione's hand, "where were you?"
"I was hungry so I got some pizza; it was just down the street, not even a block away. I left a message with the door man to tell you when you got back but he mustn't have seen you." Hermione looked at her mother, silently pleading for her to just let it drop so they could enjoy their holiday. But unfortunately for Hermione her mother had no intention of letting this drop.
"I can't believe you would do this, Hermione, you are usually so sensible, why didn't you wait for us, we would have been back in five minutes?" Hermione's mother was beginning to go red in the face and frankly, so was Hermione, she couldn't understand why her mother was so angry, it was only down the street and she had her wand with her. Hermione told her mother this, but it only proved to make her angrier.
"Hermione Granger we both know if you use magic you will be expelled from Hogwarts and you only have one more year to go!"
"I'm allowed to use it in extreme emergencies, mother!" Hermione emphasised this last word and her mother began to go purple.
"I don't care, Hermione. You still could have gotten lost, anything could have happened!"
"I was perfectly safe and I can take care of myself. I don't have to take this from you." Hermione said, her tone threatening her mother to keep going.
"You most certainly do, young lady!" Hermione was silently swearing at her, her mother was definitely pushing it.
The door opened behind Hermione and her father walked in he looked at her and calmly asked, "where have you been?"
"Oh," Hermione was fed up, she had had it, "not you too! I'm not taking this anymore I'm leaving, I'll be back when you've calmed down!"
She walked out with her pizza and some muggle money. She slammed the door behind her and the second she done it she knew it was the most stupid thing she had ever done. But her pride forbade her from going back in there and apologising. As she was walking out the hotel doors, her first thought was, my first night on the street and I don't even know where Flinders Cabin is.
(A/n - Flinders Cabin is the Venice equivalent to the Leaky Cauldron)
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Hermione found a bench near the water and sat down to enjoy her almost stone cold pizza, she ate in solitude, a horrible feeling creeping into her stomach; dread. It was getting darker by the minute and she had no where to go. The cool summer breeze blew one of her soft curls across her face and she tucked it neatly behind her ear as she began to eat.
I don't have to spend the night here, but it would serve them right if I did.
"Excuse me miss, but that's my bench," a young man was standing near her, he was horribly dirty and she could smell him from five metres away. She felt like vomiting, but she kept it down. "But, I'd be glad to share it with you if you'll give me some pizza."
He smiled at her, revealing several yellow, rotting teeth. The urge to vomit came over her again, but she tried to ignore it. He was very young to be in that sort of situation, homeless, he was only about 25 years old. Hermione didn't want to share anything with him, but she pitied the poor man, she took another piece of pizza for herself and gave him the rest of it.
"Thank you for your offer," she said, trying to smile at him, "but I have somewhere to stay tonight."
"Oh, well, don't leave, we can sit and talk, I get a bit lonely sometimes." He flashed a desperate smile that made Hermione want to retch.
She looked him up and down, his hair was matted with dirt and he was awfully skinny, he reminded her of Sirius when she first met him in her third year. He had a long jacket, it was brown with dirt, much the same as his green woollen jumper and red tracksuit pants. He sat down and slid disgustingly close to Hermione.
Hermione, on impulse, stood up quickly. "I don't think so," there was just something about him that gave her the creeps. She started walking in what she hoped was the right direction to get to her hotel.
"Oh, now don't leave like this. Don't leave angry at me." The man started to follow her, and Hermione began to walk faster. "Where are you going, sweet heart?"
"Look, my parents are waiting for me, they know exactly where I am and my dad is a black belt, so I need to get home really quick or he'll be very angry"
Okay, so that was really cheesy, but I'm really scared, this guy is creeping me out. She reached into her pocket to retrieve her only source of protection, her wand. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the emptiness of her left pocket, she immediately checked the right pocket, but it was only full of chocolate wrappers. She'd left her wand back at the hotel.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll look after you." She could feel his eyes wandering all over her body. A shiver ran up her spine and she began to feel sick. She needed help. Glancing around her, she noticed a dark navy blue car slowing down and pulling into the curb.
Thank you, Lord, finally some help.
"Help, help me!" Hermione pleaded as she tapped on the window. She watched as the window slid down and revealed a nice looking man in business clothes and white sparkling teeth, someone who could be suitably called 'Uncle.'
"Don't worry, honey, hop in and I'll drive you home." His voice melted like syrup and she wasted no time in jumping into the back seat of the shiny car.
The car was new, the seat belt slid down easily and clicked into place. She sunk into the soft seat and with a sigh of relief she closed her eyes. Hermione was hardly aware of the homeless man climbing into the back with her, but the sound of his seat belt as the car drove away from the curb was enough to raise the hair on the back of her neck. Without opening her eyes, she subtly reached her hand to the door handle and pulled it, only to find it locked. Goosebumps appeared all over her body as she thought of what these men could do to her. She didn't dare mention the homeless man's presence because the man she, now, wouldn't call 'Uncle' if someone gave her all the money in the world, definitely knew he was there. It was made obvious when they exchanged a few quiet words. The homeless man leaned over towards Hermione, she opened her eyes, but remained silent, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Her heart filled with panic and when the car drove by her hotel. It was alive with people and the lights in the rooms and hallways made it glow. Any hope of getting out of this situation disappeared as she watched the lights of her hotel fade into the distance.
She thought of the last thing she said to her parents, the last thing she said to Harry and Ron. She thought of the promise she made to Crookshanks after leaving him at Magical Menagerie, the promise to be back soon and to give him and extra big fish for Christmas if he was good while she was gone.
The car stopped at a house only a respected man of society could live in, in its front garden grew Hermione's favour flower, carnations, yellow in colour with a blood red lining on the edge of each delicate petal. Hermione, later, wondered why she noticed this, it was the most inappropriate time for such a thought.
The driver turned around and said to the homeless man, "Use the rope to tie her up. I'll be back in a sec." He got out of the car and headed towards the house. Hermione glanced at the floor and saw the worn rope in a heap at the homeless man's feet. Oh shit! Her eyes widened in horror as the man pulled a gun from his jacket and held it to her temple.
"Don't try anything stupid. We wouldn't want your pretty face all over the backseat."
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the man take her hands and she presumed he'd put the gun down. How else would he use both his hands?
Right, how the hell am I going to get myself out of this mess. Plan A: get the gun, shoot this bastard and run like hell. If that doesn't work, refer to Plan B. Right, what's Plan B. DAMMIT HERMIONE!!! YOU'RE THE SMARTEST WITCH IN HOGWARTS AND YOU CAN'T BEAT A STUPID MUGGLE??? She paused for a second. Okay, he isn't a wizard so you're entitled to call him a muggle when you're a muggle yourself. Just a muggle who's a witch. Snap out of it Hermione, try and get the gun.
She opened her eyes and realised two things at once. One, the gun was now back in homeless man's hand, pointed at her temple. Two, her hands were tied, along with her feet.
Okay, now I have a Plan B: Scream. Scream very loudly.
She opened her mouth to scream, but was cut off half-way by the homeless man's grimy hand. SHIT!!! Plan C!!! Plan C!!! CRAP!!!!
Hermione was leaning up against the door, and yelped when she suddenly fell backward, onto the pavement outside. She winced when her head hit the concrete and a searing pain shot through her head. It felt like her skull was vibrating and she could just make out a blurry image of a pale boy with silvery hair.
"Draco?!" Then everything went black.
End chapter one.
AN: Did you like? Please Please Review. Please let me know or I wont waste my time writing any more.
We are two friends that are completely obsessed with Harry Potter. This is our first Fan Fic so please be kind Review encouraged and definitely suggestions, go the suggestions! Horray!
Chapter 1 - Hermione in Venice
Hermione closed her soft brown eyes and took a deep breath, Mmm. Pizza. She stood in the small pizza parlour down the street from her hotel. She had followed her nose and her stomach, which, by the way, was quite hungry, to the small, but cosy, pizza parlour. The mouth watering, savoury smell had wafted through her open window as she read through some of the text books listed as required for her 7th year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Hermione and her parents had made it to Diagon Alley earlier this year, two months earlier, to be precise, on Hermione's request, she thought she might need something to read while Venice and she certainly would need time to memorise her texts.
She walked to the sky blue counter and looked at the menu list; Peperoni, Hawaiian, supreme. She scanned the list of toppings and ultimately decided on her favourites; half supreme, half meat lovers. The acne faced muggle told her it would be a 15 minute wait, so Hermione wandered into the ice cream shop, conveniently placed next door and bought herself one. She sat and enjoyed her ice cream while her pizza was cooking. She stared around the room, there were people scattered here and there, around the restaurant, it was almost empty. There was a tiny newborn baby in a pram at the table next to her, the baby seemed focused on Hermione's bright red muggle t-shirt. Hermione smiled, she had an urge to hold the baby and let its tiny hand grasp her fingers, to touch the fluffy strawberry blonde hair upon its head and tickle the bottom of its booties. Hermione couldn't wait to be a mother, not that she was going to run out and get herself pregnant, but even so, when she was 25 and had a good job and a husband, she would then start a family and be the mother she always wanted to be, to patch them up when they fell over and hug them when they cry.
Hermione felt someone tugging on the corner of her jacket, "That's my little sister, her name is Angela, but I like to call her Angie." Hermione looked down at the little boy staring up unknowingly at her, his mousy brown hair cut neatly above his ears and at his forehead. His soft brown eyes matched his hair perfectly; they twinkled at the baby with pride only a brother could have.
"She's very beautiful. What's your name?" Hermione smiled as the boy beamed at her.
"My name is Brandon and this is Snuffles" Hermione giggled, when she saw that Snuffles was a small stuffed toy in the form of a black dog.
"What's so funny," said the little boy looking quite offended, "he's my friend."
"He just reminds me of a friend of mine," Hermione replied, she saw the boy's expression change quickly as he immediately began to giggle too. The two of them started laughing together and were only interrupted by the boy's mother grabbing him by the arm and leading him away. Hermione once again diverted her eyes to the baby, her angelic face fitting her name perfectly.
"Granger."
Hermione walked up to the counter for her pizza, she pulled some crinkled muggle notes from her pocket and paid the pimpled faced muggle, she took the warm pizza and left the shop. On her way out she winked at Brandon, who blinked back at her, Hermione giggled at his attempted wink and slowly made her way back to her hotel.
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Hermione's mother was standing in the middle of the room; she had obviously been pacing the floor and was looking very flustered. Her father on the other hand was no where in sight. Their luggage was spread around the room and her mother's shopping bags on the bed.
"Hermione, where have you been? I know you are almost 17 but that does not mean you can leave without telling us where you've gone. You've never been to Venice before and this is only your second night here. What if you got lost? Don't you ever do that again!" She said, finally taking a breath. Hermione thought she was over reacting.
"Where's dad?" Hermione asked hoping to change the subject to avoid getting herself in serious trouble.
"Out looking for you, missy! He was so worried, he's very angry and you can be the one who explains where you were," Hermione's mother took a deep breath and glanced at the pizza in Hermione's hand, "where were you?"
"I was hungry so I got some pizza; it was just down the street, not even a block away. I left a message with the door man to tell you when you got back but he mustn't have seen you." Hermione looked at her mother, silently pleading for her to just let it drop so they could enjoy their holiday. But unfortunately for Hermione her mother had no intention of letting this drop.
"I can't believe you would do this, Hermione, you are usually so sensible, why didn't you wait for us, we would have been back in five minutes?" Hermione's mother was beginning to go red in the face and frankly, so was Hermione, she couldn't understand why her mother was so angry, it was only down the street and she had her wand with her. Hermione told her mother this, but it only proved to make her angrier.
"Hermione Granger we both know if you use magic you will be expelled from Hogwarts and you only have one more year to go!"
"I'm allowed to use it in extreme emergencies, mother!" Hermione emphasised this last word and her mother began to go purple.
"I don't care, Hermione. You still could have gotten lost, anything could have happened!"
"I was perfectly safe and I can take care of myself. I don't have to take this from you." Hermione said, her tone threatening her mother to keep going.
"You most certainly do, young lady!" Hermione was silently swearing at her, her mother was definitely pushing it.
The door opened behind Hermione and her father walked in he looked at her and calmly asked, "where have you been?"
"Oh," Hermione was fed up, she had had it, "not you too! I'm not taking this anymore I'm leaving, I'll be back when you've calmed down!"
She walked out with her pizza and some muggle money. She slammed the door behind her and the second she done it she knew it was the most stupid thing she had ever done. But her pride forbade her from going back in there and apologising. As she was walking out the hotel doors, her first thought was, my first night on the street and I don't even know where Flinders Cabin is.
(A/n - Flinders Cabin is the Venice equivalent to the Leaky Cauldron)
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Hermione found a bench near the water and sat down to enjoy her almost stone cold pizza, she ate in solitude, a horrible feeling creeping into her stomach; dread. It was getting darker by the minute and she had no where to go. The cool summer breeze blew one of her soft curls across her face and she tucked it neatly behind her ear as she began to eat.
I don't have to spend the night here, but it would serve them right if I did.
"Excuse me miss, but that's my bench," a young man was standing near her, he was horribly dirty and she could smell him from five metres away. She felt like vomiting, but she kept it down. "But, I'd be glad to share it with you if you'll give me some pizza."
He smiled at her, revealing several yellow, rotting teeth. The urge to vomit came over her again, but she tried to ignore it. He was very young to be in that sort of situation, homeless, he was only about 25 years old. Hermione didn't want to share anything with him, but she pitied the poor man, she took another piece of pizza for herself and gave him the rest of it.
"Thank you for your offer," she said, trying to smile at him, "but I have somewhere to stay tonight."
"Oh, well, don't leave, we can sit and talk, I get a bit lonely sometimes." He flashed a desperate smile that made Hermione want to retch.
She looked him up and down, his hair was matted with dirt and he was awfully skinny, he reminded her of Sirius when she first met him in her third year. He had a long jacket, it was brown with dirt, much the same as his green woollen jumper and red tracksuit pants. He sat down and slid disgustingly close to Hermione.
Hermione, on impulse, stood up quickly. "I don't think so," there was just something about him that gave her the creeps. She started walking in what she hoped was the right direction to get to her hotel.
"Oh, now don't leave like this. Don't leave angry at me." The man started to follow her, and Hermione began to walk faster. "Where are you going, sweet heart?"
"Look, my parents are waiting for me, they know exactly where I am and my dad is a black belt, so I need to get home really quick or he'll be very angry"
Okay, so that was really cheesy, but I'm really scared, this guy is creeping me out. She reached into her pocket to retrieve her only source of protection, her wand. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the emptiness of her left pocket, she immediately checked the right pocket, but it was only full of chocolate wrappers. She'd left her wand back at the hotel.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll look after you." She could feel his eyes wandering all over her body. A shiver ran up her spine and she began to feel sick. She needed help. Glancing around her, she noticed a dark navy blue car slowing down and pulling into the curb.
Thank you, Lord, finally some help.
"Help, help me!" Hermione pleaded as she tapped on the window. She watched as the window slid down and revealed a nice looking man in business clothes and white sparkling teeth, someone who could be suitably called 'Uncle.'
"Don't worry, honey, hop in and I'll drive you home." His voice melted like syrup and she wasted no time in jumping into the back seat of the shiny car.
The car was new, the seat belt slid down easily and clicked into place. She sunk into the soft seat and with a sigh of relief she closed her eyes. Hermione was hardly aware of the homeless man climbing into the back with her, but the sound of his seat belt as the car drove away from the curb was enough to raise the hair on the back of her neck. Without opening her eyes, she subtly reached her hand to the door handle and pulled it, only to find it locked. Goosebumps appeared all over her body as she thought of what these men could do to her. She didn't dare mention the homeless man's presence because the man she, now, wouldn't call 'Uncle' if someone gave her all the money in the world, definitely knew he was there. It was made obvious when they exchanged a few quiet words. The homeless man leaned over towards Hermione, she opened her eyes, but remained silent, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Her heart filled with panic and when the car drove by her hotel. It was alive with people and the lights in the rooms and hallways made it glow. Any hope of getting out of this situation disappeared as she watched the lights of her hotel fade into the distance.
She thought of the last thing she said to her parents, the last thing she said to Harry and Ron. She thought of the promise she made to Crookshanks after leaving him at Magical Menagerie, the promise to be back soon and to give him and extra big fish for Christmas if he was good while she was gone.
The car stopped at a house only a respected man of society could live in, in its front garden grew Hermione's favour flower, carnations, yellow in colour with a blood red lining on the edge of each delicate petal. Hermione, later, wondered why she noticed this, it was the most inappropriate time for such a thought.
The driver turned around and said to the homeless man, "Use the rope to tie her up. I'll be back in a sec." He got out of the car and headed towards the house. Hermione glanced at the floor and saw the worn rope in a heap at the homeless man's feet. Oh shit! Her eyes widened in horror as the man pulled a gun from his jacket and held it to her temple.
"Don't try anything stupid. We wouldn't want your pretty face all over the backseat."
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt the man take her hands and she presumed he'd put the gun down. How else would he use both his hands?
Right, how the hell am I going to get myself out of this mess. Plan A: get the gun, shoot this bastard and run like hell. If that doesn't work, refer to Plan B. Right, what's Plan B. DAMMIT HERMIONE!!! YOU'RE THE SMARTEST WITCH IN HOGWARTS AND YOU CAN'T BEAT A STUPID MUGGLE??? She paused for a second. Okay, he isn't a wizard so you're entitled to call him a muggle when you're a muggle yourself. Just a muggle who's a witch. Snap out of it Hermione, try and get the gun.
She opened her eyes and realised two things at once. One, the gun was now back in homeless man's hand, pointed at her temple. Two, her hands were tied, along with her feet.
Okay, now I have a Plan B: Scream. Scream very loudly.
She opened her mouth to scream, but was cut off half-way by the homeless man's grimy hand. SHIT!!! Plan C!!! Plan C!!! CRAP!!!!
Hermione was leaning up against the door, and yelped when she suddenly fell backward, onto the pavement outside. She winced when her head hit the concrete and a searing pain shot through her head. It felt like her skull was vibrating and she could just make out a blurry image of a pale boy with silvery hair.
"Draco?!" Then everything went black.
End chapter one.
AN: Did you like? Please Please Review. Please let me know or I wont waste my time writing any more.