A Debt Repaid
Chapter 6
Hermione's Bedroom
Pop! Hermione apparated into her room and made sure the silencing and locking charms were still in place. She sat down on her bed, calm enough to actually think about her situation.
How would she pull this off without anyone being able to follow or trace her? She shrank her Quidditch things to fit in a small bag in the bottom of her school trunk. When she had the bag secured to where it wouldn't be squished, her hand brushed against a packet of papers.
Hermione knew exactly what these were; they were her letters from Blaise Zabini her unlikely friend from all the time she spent in the library. He used to come and sit next to her and they would work together for hours on the mountain loads of homework the professors assigned them.
Wait! She thought. That's it! If I pretend to be related to Blaise, with his consent of course, then I will be able to join a Quidditch team without raising suspicion. Now what should my name be?
"I know just the one." She said happily. Alexandra Fia Zabini.
Perfect! She thought. She didn't know why she liked the name she just knew that it was a common enough name in both Italy and Britain.
"I must talk to Blaise as soon as possible." She stated, happy that she had a plan.
"He should be in bed by now so I'll just have to send him an owl or call him tomorrow."
She kind of enjoyed all the talking and scheming to herself. Being rebellious had always given her a sort of thrill when she was in school, so it was no surprise to her that she was feeling the same thing now.
She changed into her pajamas, crawled into bed, grabbed her wand, and silently dropped the charms she had cast on her room. She had just lain down to go to sleep when she remembered something that caused her to bolt upright in shock.
"Oh NO!" She groaned.
She had just remembered that she had to spend the next day with the ferret and his parents. She had gotten so caught up in he wild scheming that tiny detail.
She weighed the pros and cons of her predicament and decided that one entire day spent in the company of the Malfoy family, excluding Lucius who was serving life in Azkaban, would be fair payment for the rest of her life being free.
She lay back down and went to sleep, the different scenarios of tomorrow's adventure playing through her subconscious.
The Next Day
Hermione woke up fully rested and ready to face the day.
She stretched and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she returned to her room she saw that a royal purple, knee length, vee-neck dress lay on her bed.
She put on a bra and knickers and then the dress. She looked herself over in her full length mirror and decided she looked stunning.
She then proceeded to fix her hair and make-up. She chose to just magically dry her hair which left it in glossy curls running a little past her shoulder blades, instead of her usual bushy, fuzzy, mop. She put on a light shade of eye shadow, some purple eyeliner to compliment the dress, and some black mascara and clear lip gloss.
Her mother poked her head in and was happy that her daughter had made an effort to look nice.
"You look lovely darling." she said enthusiastically.
"Are you ready to go?"
Hermione watched as her mother entered the room. She looked elegant but casual in a white sundress, about the same length as Hermione's, with lavender flowers scattered in a non-distinguishable pattern. She had her hair in a stylish up-do with a few curls coming down to frame her face.
Hermione could see that her mother was going to dress the family in matching colors.
Her father came in, wearing a lavender button down shirt and khaki pants, to announce that the car was started and it was time to go.
Hermione grabbed a silver purse to match her sandals and necklace, and followed her parents down the stairs an out the door. She just knew this was going to be the longest day of her life.