The Other Way Around
by
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The tall woman grabbed the collar of the eleven year old's robes. The tall woman flipped her brown hair over shoulder, and she looked at the young girl before her. She looked at her with her piercing green eyes.
"I told you not to mess your new robes," the woman, Monica Granger, told her daughter with a strong tone. Monica wrinkled her nose as she saw the young girl's robe wrinkled. "Now it's all wrinkled. Do you want to think that such a high, powerful, pureblood family to think that we are not fine."
The girl remained silent. She wanted to cry, but her mother told her not to show any weaknesses. Her mother was very strict. She was also a perfectionist. Just a little mistake she will give you a lecture.
"Hermione, answer me. Now!" Her mother looked at her with impatience sparkling in her eyes.
"No, mother." She looked down. Hermione Granger isn't a lady. She has a child-like spirit in her. She doesn't want to be lectured. 'Mother, nobody's perfect.' She sighed inwardly, if her mother can only her thoughts she would be grounded for answering back.
"Good." Her mother smiled. She reached over to her pocket and took her wand out. She pointed it to Hermione's robes, and muttered the spell. She lowered her wand.
Hermione looked down to see her robes wrinkle-free. "Thank you, mother."
Monica gave a smile. She snapped her fingers. Once the snapping sound was heard a house elf appeared. The house elf bowed.
"Does Mistress wants Fluffy to please Mistress?" The house elf stood there waiting for her "Mistress" to response.
"Yes, I want an Espresso coffee, decaf only and my daughter will like some hot chocolate."
"Fluffy will be here in a minute, Mistress."
Monica smiled and sat down. Hermione followed suit. As she sat down Fluffy already arrived. The house elf placed the tray at the table. Fluffy bowed again. "Hope you please what Fluffy done."
"It's fine, you can go now." She reached over to grab her Espresso coffee and sipped at the coffee.
Hermione reached for hers. She held a few inches away from her face and smelled the hot chocolate. It smells sweet, rich, and strong. She heaved a sigh, enjoying the smell of her drink. She pulled it to her face tasting the rich chocolate.
She settled it down when she was done. "Mother, aren't we going to the station?"
Monica looked at her. "In a minute."
Draco Malfoy sat at his room. He isn't normal. He's a wizard. Not a pureblood, but a muggle-born. He sighed. He spent most of his summer reading about the wizarding world.
He thought that explained all the weird things that was happening to him. He heard a sharp knock on his door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's your mother," Narcissa Malfoy said.
"Come in" was his reply.
His mother went in and sat next to him. She touched his hand and confronted him. "It's gonna be okay, you won't be different there. They are your own kind, it's the place where you are normal, Draco."
"I know Mom. I thought I was just a simple person, not magical."
His mother nodded. "Things just happen, Draco, you never know when it's going to hit you."
He nodded. "I understand." He hugged his mother. "I am gonna miss you."
"I am gonna miss you too, Draco." She hugged him back and kissed him in the forehead.