Hey, so this is the second part of the second chapter. I hope you get the message i was trying to tell from this part.

Thank you to anangelwithnoname and aridnie for reviewing.

For aridnie, English is not my first language but I'll try to make it better next time, maybe, when I'm in the mood to open some text book. lol. XD yep! We are going to Hogwarts next chapter, and we are going to meet certain green eyed boy! Until then... enjoy!

If I own Harry Potter, I would have made it into Dramione. heee...

Chapter 2 part 2

That day was the usual kind of day. The sun didn't shine any brighter than any other day, the manor was just as empty as it usually was, and my friends and I were just doing the usual. We were sitting under a big tree, at the river side, picnicking, courtesy of Hermione.

Pansy were playing with her new doll, Vincent and Gregory were munching on their favorite pie, and Hermione was laying on the tree's trunk, which was quite accomplishment since she is a girl, with a thick book on her lap, an old looking journal, and her right hand reached for the cookies that Dobby made for us today.

While Hermione was willing to go through the fuss of going up there, I was perfectly content with leaning on the tree down here, where the gravitation could not hurt me because of the lack of control, day dreaming about the day when I would finally have my broomstick. I was nine, it's mean one more year, and I could go to Diagon Alley, with father maybe, to get it.

Why I was day dreaming, you ask? Because since Hermione come to our little group, the boys, Vincent and Gregory, decided that Dobby was just not worth of their time and prefer to spend time contently sat around her, either eating or trying to get Hermione to make more food.

Before you ask, yes, Hermione made them snacks, a special recipe she said. Since then I just couldn't get the boys away from her, especially lunch and tea time.

Pansy was never interested in our game before and happily accepted anyone who could reduce our hyperactivity during the day. To be honest, since she came, the toy broomstick was drastically lose its charm, so I dejectedly hanging around her, just like Vincent and Gregory, contently day dreaming about the upcoming year.

"What are you reading, Hermione?"

Pansy's shrill voice snapped me back to the earth.

"Nothing interesting." She drawled without looking up from her book, "Not for you, at least." She mumbled that I was sure no one hears it except me, who lay down directly under her favorite trunk.

Her eyes shifted to me and we smirked. That was one of the reason why I endured the boring day of sitting around at the river side, the secretive glance, as if we were sharing some private joke, was way too fun to be spoiled with Chasing-Dobby-game.

"What is it?"

I asked her as I yanked the soft grass beside me.

"My father's journal."

She mumbled loud enough for me to hear but too soft for Pansy and the boys to understand. I sighed.

The day ended when Parkinson's house elf suddenly appeared and nervously asked Pansy to come home. I didn't realize it was later than our usual play time, that the sun had begun settling and the lake had beautifully sparkled like thousand of diamonds. I grudgingly followed the boys retreating back while Pansy had gone straight home, after her house elf told her that she was expected at home.

I didn't realize Hermione had been closer than I thought she was, until I heard her whispered, right beside me.

"You know, you could always get it yourself."

I was too stunned to form any coherent respond. Not only she knew what I had been thinking all day, but also she suggested me to sneak out to Diagon alley and secretly bought a broomstick. She looked at my awestruck expression amusedly and chuckled.

"What do you think, Dre?" she asked again.

I shoved my hand into my pocket and stop walking as she faced me with those mischief brown eyes.

"But I totally understand if you can't do that."

The next day, well, let just say that I found myself flying with Hermione at the Granger's backyard. The wind caressed my face and toyed with my hair as I slowly flew, under Hermione's scrutinizing eyes. I didn't know she could fly before, until she insisted that I couldn't fly alone since this was my first time with a real broomstick. A burst of joy warmth my chess and before I knew it, Hermione and I, fell into a giggling fits.

I looked back at Hermione and surprised at how carefree she looked. Her face flushed with excitement and the usual smirk broke into a wide grin, which reminded me that she was a girl, a beautiful one at that. Her hair, turned golden by sunlight, fluttered behind her as she circled me, gracefully, with her newly polished broomstick.

That day was one of my top ten most memorable day of my life. Hermione Granger brought me the thing I want the most, and the adventures of course, you couldn't replace the flutter in your stomach as you ventured down to the most crowded place on England, on your own. Since that day, my relationship with her reached a turning point. Father's loving gesture for her didn't aggravate me as much anymore, I didn't grumble for the boys urge to stay around her or Pansy astounded ease with her, despite of her insecure nature, when I am myself, had fallen into her charm, fast and hard.

I never knew what charm she had been using on me, or what kind of power she had, that made everyone so obedient to her, even my father, all that I knew was, suddenly I didn't mind her in my room laying carelessly across my king size bed, making a mess with my dragon collection or the fact that she was the only one that ever ruffled my sacred hair, beside my parent.

She was the one who bought me my first broomstick. And the fact that she was just a kid like me increased the plus point.

I said to myself every time the misplaced respect and admiration, for her, surfaced. Or every time I got so irritated, just because she was late for our picnic, and I got more infuriate because my over wariness over her.

Malfoy was not supposed to care if one did not show up or come late, but lately, her presence had made all Malfoy's heir training ended in vain. The only thing that assured me of my heritage was that it only happened for her. I realized, later in life, that I didn't feel the need to drag anyone down to the manor, whenever she/he was late, or the over gratitude I felt whenever I fly with my broomstick, on Pansy. So thank Merlin it's just one person thing, or else, I was forced to question whether I was really the Lucius Malfoy's son.

But the story didn't end there. Hermione Granger did not just bring me to my broomstick, literally. She also deprived me of my broomstick, quite literally.

I was ten that day, it's been a week since my long awaited birthday, and I was freely flying above my quidditch field at the manor along with the boys, even though I won't admit it aloud, flying with Hermione has been way more fun than with the boys. But Hermione stubbornly decided to stay down with Pansy. She insisted that I played with her, but of course I couldn't skip the opportunity to show off my flying skill to my father, as far as he knew, I was a one week old flier. Not even mother could repress my excitement. But Hermione, not so surprisingly, found a way.

"Draco, you really can't stay on the ground, can you?"

I nodded and giggled as my mother huffed while my father didn't even spare a glance at me, contently sat across my mother, reading a copy of Daily Prophet.

I saw Pansy rambling about her new dress and ribbon, her life essence, at Hermione, who looked sincerely interested in whatever Pansy's been talking about, she even nodded and added some comment here and there while Pansy twirled in front of her.

I sped away to the boys, they were attempting to play catch on the broomstick when they couldn't even aim on the ground, and eagerly join in. Not for so long though, it didn't take long time for Vincent to get hungry, again. I skim around my mother flowery bushes, high enough not to crash at it, when Hermione approached me with a scowl.

"Draco Malfoy." Uh oh. Never in my entire 3 and half years of friendship, had she ever called me by my full name. "You really can't hold your excitement and stay on the ground can you?" she asked sweetly but I was too observant to be fooled by her.

I immediately sped higher and warmly welcomed by a rush of wind, which almost dropped me off of my broomstick. I was a natural, fortunately, as my father would proudly said many times to mother, who felt the obligation to made a fuss every time she catch me with a broomstick. Nothing, I mean nothing would separate me and my broomstick, not even a rush of wind.

I rather feel than heard someone approaching, with a broomstick obviously, behind my back. I turned to the said someone and found Hermione, gracefully perched on top of a broomstick, one that I was sure not Hermione's. I raised my eyebrow, tried to hide the sudden lifted spirit that came along with Hermione.

"You are really leaving me with those... those…"

I watched as her face scrunch up like she smelt something revolting, with glee.

Couple of giggle erupted at my failing attempt to hold my amusement to myself. But it was too late, she saw it and seek for revenge as she circled me. She flew toward me and at the very last moment, the moment when others would expect us to crash; she turned away slightly, so that only her hair hit my shoulder.

I excitedly follow her lead and soon we started a dance, on the air, that includes us, trying to crash to each other without actually crashing. I was too immersed that all I heard were swishing sounds and our giggles. Hermione stopped at the middle of the game and I vigorously charged at her, full speed. I neither notice her smirked nor her mischievous face as I charged at her with in full speed, a couple inches to the left I would have been crashed into her.

"I'll see you on the ground." I heard her whisper as I approached her broom, "Draco Malfoy."

To my utter horror, she pushed herself off of the broom, with a smirk that put my father's into shame, just when I passed her right shoulder. I immediately turn round and saw or rather awestruck, at Hermione's falling body, as my mother shrieked, the boys jaw hanging open, Pansy clasped her hand tightly on her eyes, so she wouldn't have to endure the dread of seeing the inevitable and father whipped out his wand, pointed it to Hermione's falling form, with an angry looks.

The rest of the day was a blur of father's icy glare and mother's distress shout. Pansy, Vincent and Gregory were out of the manor as soon as father got Hermione's limp body inside the manor and mother floo-ed to St. Mungo to get Malfoy's private healer. Mr. Granger was notified immediately since Mrs. Granger was out of reach. I heard rather than saw, Mr. Granger's arrival, from the noise of his hasty footsteps and my father's cool explanation of what had happened, earlier that day.

She burst into tears as soon as she laid her eyes upon my father. She was sorry that his broomstick might get scratched from her fall. Somewhere in the middle of her teary statement about how careless she was, I felt like an ice had been dropped into my spine, that was my father's broomstick, that was why I didn't recognize it sooner, because I never seen his broom before today.

"I believed my son..." my father turn to me, sneering. "Draco here has the full blame of what happened today."

I gulped rather loudly and unconsciously step back. I was going to tell father that I did not even touched her up there, but she beat me to it.

"It's not Draco's fault, uncle Lucy. I pushed myself off."

Everyone in the room, include me, was shocked. I didn't think that she was going to confessed.

"Why, in the name of Merlin, were you doing that?"

Mr. Granger asked as he leaned his body toward Hermione.

No one dared to spook as Hermione wiped her tears off her face, "I want to play with Draco, but I guess my flying skill was not that good." She said between hiccups.

"Draco was always flying around and left me alone. We used to sat and play together." She peered shyly. "With others kid too. You know Pansy, Vincent and Gregory. But since he got his brooms, he never played with me again. So I thought I went with him but apparently my skill was not good enough for me, not to panicked when Draco speeding towards me."

I looked around the room and franticly trying to catch my father's eyes. Hermione was superb on broom. After all, she was my unofficial flying teacher. But I couldn't very well blurt it out loud, could I? My father would know that I had been sneaking out and bought a broom without my mother's permission.

"I was so foolishly forgot that I was high up in the air and I kind of threw myself away from Draco's path. I am really sorry, Uncle, don't punish Draco please."

Of course, father did. At the end of the day, my broom was confiscated by my father.

"It's been a week since you have your broom. Tell me who bought you the broom? And who fell because of the owner of said broom?" That was exactly what my father said after Mr. Granger gone back to the Granger's household with Hermione at his hips.

My broom was confiscated forever.

"I don't care what you are doing with it when you are at school soon, but as long as you are at the manor, it's going to be securely stored in my study."

I was a natural flier, as my father often said, nothing could separate me with my broom, not even a rush of wind. But then again, we were not talking about a mere wind, it was the Hermione Granger, of course she found a way. Even if it was by dropping herself from broom.

Lesson of the day, do not messed with Hermione Granger. At age seven she could make the ever cold and scary Malfoy's patriarch laugh. At age eight she could manipulate her friends into doing anything she want. At age ten, she secretly went to Diagon Alley and bought Draco Malfoy his first broomstick. And at the age of eleven, she had the control to deprive him of his precious broomstick because she wanted him to be on the ground, with her.

If I knew someone as powerful as my father, even more so, it would be Hermione Granger.

So now we now how is my hermione in this story. Next chapter: Hogwarts express!

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