Always and forever, Granger. Are you deaf? - Chapter 02
Chapter 2 : The me I never knew-well, the me I knew but ignored!AN: Okay, please bear with me here coz this will be difficult to explain. I am going to put the end of the last chapter in here, then continue with the main story. Savvy?Also for random newcomers to the site, I've put in some of the abbreviations. Experienced FF authors, don't roll your eyes at me, when i was new to this site i didn't have the faintest idea what everyone was going on about with all these 'AN's,and so on. Well, newcomers, ANs are Author's notes. Pov's are points of veiw, and if someone is OOC, they are out of charcter. An OC is an original charcter, who is not from the books.Well, enjoy! xxx from IIM.
End of last chapter:
“Thank you, Lithia that would be most helpful. Oh, and before you go,” she added, for the elf had turned to leave, “could you please also bring us some more cotton wool? I have nearly run out. Then will you also bring down our trunks-you know, the ones I had Marthia (AN: another of the Malfoy elves) pack this morning?"
"Why certainly, Madam." squeaked the elf, and vanished with a loud pop. Narcissa waited. 3 seconds later, a large bag of luxury super soft cotton wool and two large mahogany trunks appeared.
"Mother," Draco asked, trying to keep the confusion out of his voice, "what exacly is going on? I mean, well, -" his voice faded away as he noticed the expression on his mother's face. It was one of hurt, of anger, of fear.
"My darling child," murmured Narcissa, into her son's hair, "I won't let your father hurt you any more. He abused you all through your childhood, and I was too scared to do anything about it, because he'd hurt me too. But not any more." She announced, her voice full of a confidence he'd never heard before. "I'm going to take you away, Draco. to a place he can't hurt you, or make you like him. Actually," she smiled recklessly,"it's planned for tomorrow morning."
Chapter 2: The me I never knew.
Hermione's house.
It was 9.30 am in the morning of the 1st of september at the Granger household, and Hermione was 'packing'. She had been looking forward to this day for weeks, but very unfortunately, a mood swing had inconveniently dumped itself on her. Understandably, she was in a bad mood. Hermione threw her hairbrush at the wall. This was not entirely unusual for Hermione. She often vented her rage on defenceless objects, such as hairbrushes, for reasons such as 'fluffing up', her hair, as had happened this morning. It fell to the ground with a soft thud, the sound somewhat muffled by the fluffy carpet. She promptly screamed at it how annoying she thought it was, how it had ruined her life, and how she would disown it if it ever pulled a stunt like that again. Lecture over, she seized it, gave it one last scowl, shoved it unceremoniously into her trunk, and slammed the lid shut.
She stood back, and admired the fact that it had closed - it usually took her way llonger to pack her trunk. It had only taken her...she checked her watch... 30 minutes! Yay!!! "Now, let's see," she thought to herself, "have I got my washbag in there?" She opened her trunk. "Yep, got the washbag. Scarf ? Yep. Money ? Yep. So why do I have the feeling I've forgotten something really important... oh well, guess I can figure it out later." she grinned to herself, and skipped downstairs happily to dump crookshanks in his travelling basket.
Draco's house (well, apartment).
It was 9.30pm on the 31st . Draco stood ridgidly, with his eyes clamped shut, as he, his mother, and two large trunks stuffed with clothes and food, arrived sooty, tired, and slightly dishevelled from the floo to Number 65, Melbourne Court apartments, Hogsmeade. apparently, this was to be their new home from now on; and, as Draco had to admit once he'd finally got the soot out of his eyes and had a look round, it was nice. There were two bedrooms, each with a reasonable sized double bed, a small but fair kitchen/dining room, and a cozy living room with a comfy looking sofa bed, and a crackling fire. He was too exhausted to notice this, however, and had only enough energy to flop onto his bed, kick off his shoes, and fall asleep.
1st september, 11.00 am, Platform 9 3/4, king's cross station.
Hermione's POV.
OMG! OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!! Guess what! I only got head girl! I am so excited! The second I found out, I owled Harry and Ron. My mum called Gran, Grandadand my Aunties Jaene(pronounced jane) , Kiley, and Bethenie as soon as she woke up. (She fainted.)
(AN: Hermione's mum's side of the family are from Ireland. Hopefully that will explain some of the madness in this story. No offence to Irish people reading, but I am Irish, and obviously I am not trying to offend anyone. But back to the story!?)Oh god. Have just figured out something. If I'm Head Girl because of grades (likely!) *bats eyelashes* then I know who head boy will be. OH shit. Well, it can't get worse.
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Shit. Hermione, why are you trying to kid yourself? Course that son of a ferret will be a head boy. I mean, let's look at his good points.
1. He has nice hair. I mean, let's imagine it. *sets scene in head.* so, we've got Draco-only in boxers-and me-in lingerie-and then---- HERMIONE!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING???? no. stick to good points.
Sooo... back to the drawing board.
1. good grades.
2.nice eyes
3.gorgeous abs...*sighs happily, and abandons sanity. Dribbles.*
AN: so there we have it. hermione, who is dribbling over draco. draco, who is asleep, and will miss the train if he doesnt get his arse out of bed in the next chapter. Well, see you next time, Savvy!!! xxxx IIM