Chap. 14 Leaving
The next morning Hermione gathered all her luggage that she previously packed the night before and loaded them into a European Cab that would take her to the Manor.
Draco woke up that morning at the Manor nearly restless because his wife was absent from his bed. He struggled with the fact that Hermione wanted to stay one last night in her old house with her parents, but he knew how much it meant to her so he didn't press the matter. He stretched as he rolled out of bed, his once-short, now long blonde hair angled in every direction. He lazily brushed his teeth and washed his face before going to his closets and drawers to start packing...yup...he's what you'd call a procrastinator.
Hermione and her parents shed a few tears as Hermione said goodbye.
'Make sure you write as soon as you get there!' Anne said between sad whimpers.
'I will.' Hermione said back, choking through tears.
'If you need anything, just remember your mother and I will be here, don't be afraid to ask us.'
Richard said hugging his baby girl.
'Thank you. I love you both so much, and i'll miss you, but please don't worry too much...Draco takes good care of me.'
'We know. We love you, too.' Anne replied, kissing Hermione's cheek. 'Goodbye Hermione, dear.'
Hermione smiled, but small tears still fell from the corners of her eyes as she sat in the continental cab.
'Draco-dear, do you need any help?' Narcissa asked walking into her son's room.
'NO, Mother. I think I can pack on my own, thank you.' Draco said rolling his eyes, but his
mother couldn't see because his back was to her and he was happy for this because he knew if he'd look at her, he'd see her genuine concern, although she'd try to hide it and his boosted-ego would soften.
'I know you can do it on your own...' She trailed sadly.
He finally turned around.
'But?' He asked.
'But your my little boy and this might be the last time I get to do anything for you.' She finished.
Draco sighed. This is exactly what he didn't want to hear or see...his strong mother getting emotional. He didn't know what to do.
Draco felt sad and happy to move so soon. He desperately wanted to start his new life with Hermione in the country of Romance, but he's also loved his mother for so long and now been able to show it or act on it because of his father. Now his father was finally gone, and soon he himself would be too. Even though Narcissa said she'd be okay here at the Manor by herself, because of her friends, Draco still felt horrible and guilty for doing so.
'Yes, mother, I would love your help.' He finally said with a smile.
Narcissa formed a smile on her pretty, worried face as she came over and started to pull things out from Draco's closet.
Hermione cried silently in the cab ride on the way to the Manor.
She was leaving her parents at 17, to move to another country with her husband and start a career in a new territory with a new culture. Hermione was always a pretty brave girl, but right now she's never been more scared nor more excited in her whole life. Mixed emotions were flowing through her body. She still hadn't learned French, how was she going to communicate?
'Shoot...Draco and I forgot about teaching me French.' She thought.
She hoped she could figure out a magic translation spell.
Her stomach flipped as the cab pulled up to the Malfoy Manor.
Within an hour, Narcissa and Draco had packed up alot of his clothes.
'Are you sure you don't want to bring it all?' Narcissa asked.
'I'm positive, not all of the items will fit in down there so Hermione and I will have to do a lot of shopping.'
'I suppose. I guess i'm glad you aren't taking them all, occasionally i'll have to come in here and look at them. I'm sure they'll have your scent on them for a while after you leave.' Narcissa said looking into his closet.
Draco looked at his downcast mother and his heart went out to her.
'Mother, please don't start saying things like that.'
'I'm sorry, Draco...but you are my only child and now your going away. I just wish I could have
had longer with you.' She said this quietly, holding back tears.
Draco walked up to her and hugged her.
'Mother, this isn't a permanent goodbye. Whenever Hermione and I have vacation or breaks, we'll come back to England. Apparation doesn't take too much time out of our busy lives.'
'I know. Well, what other things do you want to bring?' Narcissa asked releasing her son.
'Essentials. Furniture, bed clothes, etc...I can buy all those things there after we find a house.'
Then a prettily dressed Hermione quietly walked into Draco's room.
Hermione was wearing a white, eyelit dress that went to her knees, with small white and blue flowers in her curly hair. Draco smiled at her and quickly skipped over to her, kissing her softly, but hungrily.
'I missed you last night.' He whispered to her.
She just smiled up at him.
He looked at her and noticed red tear streaks and glossy eyes.
'Are you alright?' He asked concerned, 'Were you crying?'
She nodded, wiping her eyes.
'Just hard to say good bye.' She replied, 'I'm okay.'
'Good. Well, I am almost done packing.'
Hermione laughed lightly.
'You're not dressed AND you're not finished packing?' She asked.
Narcissa spoke up from the back of the room.
'Draco just started packing this morning, Hermione dear.'
'Oh really? A bit lazy last night were we?' Hermione asked Draco smiling.
'Just a bit, but i'm nearly done. And it doesn't take me long to get ready.' Draco smirked.
'Not long? Your precious hair takes nearly 10 minutes.' Hermione sighed.
'That's not long.' Draco replied in all seriousness.
Hermione laughed and sat on his bed, waiting patiently as he and Narcissa finished.
Draco had five bags full of clothes, Italian shoes, and one bag of body essentials.
He moussed his hair, but let it hand and dry naturally. The now popular Draco "organized-mess" look. It may have taken him a few years to perfect this look, but Hermione was glad for it. He also arranged his outfit to coordinate with Hermione.
He put on a silk white shirt that had blue stripes, and dark, fashionable jeans. They were going to be looking for a house where muggles were, so he had to play the part.
Narcissa had gone down to arrange the magical limo to take them to France.
'My baby looks good...' Hermione said smoothly as she slid off of Draco's big bed. She headed over to the smirking blonde, swaying her lips as she walked.
'So does mine.' He replied as her hands moved up to his chest. He took hold of her hands and put them behind his neck. He leaned down and planted short, sweet kisses to her milky neck.
'I- (kiss) -love- (kiss)- this- (kiss)- dress.' He said between kisses.
Then he moved his lips to her ear.
'I can't wait to get it off.'
Hermione giggled.
'When we get to France shouldn't we look for a home?' Hermione asked.
'That can wait a day.' He responded, moving to her soft lips.
He moved one hand to her chin, the other to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.
They made out for a few minutes, then released, gasping for air, just as Narcissa walked through the door.
'The limo is ready.'
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