Hello, I'm back once more.
A very long chapter for you all but I think it's worth it. I really struggled with debating whether to split this chapter up or not. You can let me know in the comments if you like.
Anyway on with the show. Begin for the Half blood prince (Probably my favourite book/film).
Also a word of warning a lot of the book features in this chapter. More so that all the others. But I felt it was important.
Everything apart from Lyra belongs to JK.
Enjoy.
Hermione hadn't seen Lyra in weeks, after the results had returned for their OWLs she had wrote but received no reply from the older Malfoy. The holidays had passed pleasantly after that. Mr Weasley often reporting on disappearances.
"There have been another couple of tormentor attacks" He announced one afternoon as they were eating birthday cake around the table.
"And they've found Igor Karkaroff's body in a shack up north. The Dark Mark had been set over it- Well, frankly, I'm surprised he stayed alive a year after deserting the Death Eateres; Sirius's brother only lasted a few days as far as I remember" Mr Weasley added. Hermione practically choked. Inhaling sharply, she stared down at her trainers. She should say something, tell them what she knew. But how could she betray Lyra's trust? A small voice in the back of her head told her that Lyra had betrayed them and it wasn't so different. But she couldn't do it. Hermione listened to the boys talk about Flourene and Olivander. She quickly excused herself not much longer after however and owled Lyra.
The day after their booklists arrived from Hogwarts, Ron had been his bratty self but soon the trip had been organised.
Lyra read over her booklists again as Draco practiced his wand movements. Their aunt supervising as always. Her mother came swooping into the room, her outfit told them an outing was in order.
"Draco, Lyra time to go. We need to get your things for school" Lyra watched her aunt's reaction from beneath her hair. She sneered but nodded. Lyra stood and collected her coat,
"I'll see you soon" Bellatrix announced with a slight prance out of the room. Lyra watched her mother and brother. Her hand gripped the base of her wand as they apparated to Diagon Alley, it's colourfulness Lyra had been raised with was gone. It was now dank and gloomy. It reminded her more of Knockturn Alley. They started in Madame Malkins, Draco demanding new robes. Narcissa had been down ever since Draco had learned of their father's arrest. Lyra had tried to calm her hysterical brother but it meant nothing. He now saw himself as man of the manor which infuriated Lyra to no end.
As soon as their mother had directed them into Madame Malkins Draco began moaning,
"I am not a child anymore mother, in case you haven't noticed, I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone." Draco sneered. Narcissa clicked her tongue in impatience something Lyra knew better than to ignore. Madame Malkin unfortunately chose that moment to speak,
"Now, dear, your, mother is quite right, none of us is supposed to go wandering around on our own anymore, it's nothing to do with being a child-"
"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" Draco shouted. It was like taking a two-year-old. Lyra thought, then she took it back, a two-year-old would have been easier. Lyra heard the small bell ding and glanced into the mirror to see the golden trio walk in. Draco also noticed,
"If you're wondering what that smell is, mother, a Mudblood just walked in" Lyra glared at her brother for the comment.
"I don't think there's any need for language like that" Madam Malkin scolded. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either" She added hastily glaring at Ron and Harry. Lyra noticed Hermione had stayed back whispering to the boys. Her brother however had no such sense,
"Yeah like you'd dare do magic out of school. Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers" Draco sneered. Lyra was glad Hermione didn't bite. Madam Malkin however looked ready to have a heart attack,
"That's quite enough" She ordered sharply, clearly seeing the teens weren't going to listen to her she looked to Narcissa for help. "Madam- Please-"
Lyra watched her mother's grace as she strolled out from behind the racks where she had been browsing.
"Put those away" She ordered. Her voice scolding the one Lyra had grown up with, "If you attack my son again, I shall ensure it is the last thing you ever do" Lyra had to admit her mother looked terrifying but Potter didn't back down,
"Really?" He asked taking a daring step forward, "Going to get a few Death Eater pals to do us in are you?" Lyra watched Hermione, she had yet to step forward and make herself known to the trio, but she could see Hermione nervously glancing between them all. Madam Malkin was appalled at such language, but it didn't stop the goading.
"I see that being Dumbledore's favourite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you" Narcissa stated. Potter however was undeterred and looked mockingly around the shop,
"Wow... Look at that... He's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"
Lyra snapped, no one spoke to her mother like that. Especially on a topic that was causing her mother so much pain. Lyra strode from her spot drawing her wand as her brother also attempted to make an angry movement to Potter. Lyra heard Ron laugh loudly but Lyra was quicker as she stood in front of them with her own wand drawn.
"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter" Draco snarled. Hermione eyed Lyra an angry focus on her face.
"It's alright" Narcissa soothed her children as she rested a hand on Lyra's shoulder, "I expect Potter will be reunited with Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius"
Potter raised his wand higher, Lyra was on the verge of muttering her spell. Hermione moved drawing Lyra's gaze,
"Enough both of you" Hermione ordered, lowering Harry's arm. "Harry think... You mustn't you'd be in such trouble" Harry seemed to agree with Hermione's arm.
While Madam Malkin tried to return to normal Hermione looked up at Lyra, her burns were still there, her eyes had returned to their usual brightness but there was still a hardness to them Hermione wasn't used to. Lyra regarded her for a moment before her brother bellowed,
"Ouch!" Pulling the robes from his body, "Mother I don't want these anymore"
"You're right Draco. Now I know what kind of scum that shops here, let us go to Twillfitt and Tattings" Narcissa decided as she led her son out of the shop. Lyra gave a small nod to Hermione before strolling out after them.
Hermione was still reeling from the encounter with the Malfoys in Madam Malkins when they walked into Fred and Georges shop. Hermione had been milling about the shop, she grinned when Ginny managed to convince Mrs Weasley to get her a pygmy puff. As she looked up to follow Harry and Rons eyes she saw Draco Malfoy rushing up the street alone.
"Wonder where his mummy is?" Harry asked bitterly.
"Given her the slip by the looks of it". Ron commented.
"Why, though?" Hermione asked. Her mind flying to Lyra. Even if Draco had slid away from his mother, Lyra would never let her brother disappear.
"Get under here, quick" Harry ordered removing the invisibility cloak.
"Oh- I don't know Harry" Hermione said looking uncertainly toward the Weasley's.
"Come on!" Ron hissed dragging her under the cloak. With nobody seeing them vanish they slid out the shop and tried to follow Malfoy. Scurrying up the street Hermione caught sight of platinum blonde hair.
"That's him isn't it?" She asked, "Turning left?"
"Big surprise" whispered Ron,
Malfoy glanced about before turning left into Knockturn Alley.
"Quick or we'll lose him" Harry said as he sped up.
"Our feet'll be seen" Hermione hissed anxiously.
"It doesn't matter. Just hurry" Harry ushered impatiently. But it did matter, Knockturn Alley was completely deserted. Hermione noticed Harry wasn't paying attention as they passed Borgin and Burkes. Pinching his arms she pointed and said,
"Shh, look he's in there"
They had drawn level to the shop. Peering inside they could see Draco Malfoy making animated hand movements.
"If only we could hear what they were saying" Hermione commented impatiently. She wanted to know what the Malfoys were up to.
"We can" Ron said excitedly. "Hang on- Damn" Hermione was shocked to see him remove extendable ears. Listening intently they heard Malfoy's voice appear.
"You know how to fix it?" He asked,
"Possibly," Borgin said uneasily. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?" Borgin suggested.
"I can't" Said Malfoy, "It's got to stay where it is. I just need you to tell me how to do it" He said impatiently. Hermione chose that moment to turn around. She didn't know why, one of them shouldn't have been a watcher.
Turning she saw a familiar tall blonde walking down Knockturn alley. Lyra looked more like a Malfoy than ever. Her black jeans and long black trench coat made her look like the one person you didn't want to meet down a dark alleyway. Her crystal eyes darting around the street. Hermione shoved the boys to the side as Lyra walked around them and into the shop. As the horrid little bell sounded. Both men turned to Lyra.
"Miss Malfoy" Borgin greeted his voice even more nervous. Lyra only regarded his with a look. Borgin swallowed nervously.
"What's she doing here?" Harry hissed,
"It's not good whatever it is" Hermione commented as she nervously tore at her nail. Borgin seemed to regain the conversation,
"Well, without seeing it, Mr Malfoy, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible. I couldn't guarantee anything"
"No?" Malfoy sneered. "Perhaps this will make you more confident" As he moved toward Borgin, the trio couldn't see what was happening. Hermione looked to Lyra who was frowning, she looked almost disapproving of what was going on between the two men. As they shuffled to the side, they came to see Borgin looking terrified. His eyes darting between the siblings.
"Tell anyone" said Draco, "And there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? Hes a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention"
"There will be no need-"
"We'll decide that Borgin" Lyra commented from her previously silent position.
"Well we'd best be off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."
"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?" Borgin asked,
"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid little man, how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it" Malfoy ordered.
"Of course not... Sir" Borgin bowed low to the siblings as Draco prepared to leave, Lyra approached the small man,
"Not a word to anyone Borgin. Including our mother do you understand?" Lyra asked, her tone more menacing than any of them had heard.
"Naturally, Naturally" Borgin said quickly bowing just as deeply to Lyra. Next moment the door tinkled as the siblings walked out. Draco Malfoy looking overly please with himself. He walked close to the trio they felt the cloak brush against them. Lyra also strode past them, her own coat brushing against them. She walked a few paces before turning with a frown. The trio stopped breathing.
"Lyra what are you doing?" Draco called from further up the street. Lyra seemed to shake out of her stupor before continuing after her brother. They turned back to Borgin who remained frozen still, worry littering his face.
"What was that about?" Ron asked,
"Dunno, he wants something mended... and he wants to reserve it. Can you see what he pointed to?" Harry asked,
"No, he was behind that cabinet" Ron said.
"You two stay here" Whispered Hermione.
"What are you-"
Hermione ducked from underneath the cloak. Quickly fixing her hair she walked into the shop. Her nerves skyrocketed.
"Hello" She greeted, "Horrible morning isn't it?" She said brightly to Borgin, suspicion cast over his face. She asked about but was quickly tossed out. Her story lame and inadequate to fool Borgin. As she slid back under the cloak Ron said,
"Ah well, worth a try but you were a bit obvious" He said,
"Well, next time you can show me how it's done, Master of Mystery" She snapped. They bickered the whole way back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Both Harry and Hermione spent the last week of the holidays pondering the Malfoys presence in Borgin and Burkes. Harry was pestering Hermione constantly with theories and questions.
"Yes I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry" Hermione said impatiently, looking up from her new ancient runes book. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
"Maybe he's broken his hand of glory" Said Ron, "Remember that shriveled up arm Malfoy had?"
"But what about when he said, 'Don't forget to keep that one safe'?" asked Harry for the upteenth time. "That sounded like Borgin has the other one of the broken objects and Malfoy wants both" Harry theorised. Hermione hated to admit but it sounded correct. The only issue she was having was, why was Lyra helping her brother.
"You reckon?" Ron asked as he tried to clean his broom.
"Yeah I do" Harry said, when neither Ron or Hermione answered, he continued, "Malfoy's father's in Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy'd like revenge?"
That caught both Hermione and Ron's attention,
"Malfoy, revenge? What can he do about it?" Ron asked,
"That's my point I don't know!" said Harry frustrated. "But he's up to something and I think we should take it seriously. His fathers a Death Eater-"
Harry broke off, his eyes fixed on the window behind Hermione. Hermione grew worried, Harry was delving into dangerous thoughts. Thoughts that could reveal Lyra and her family.
"Harry?" Hermione asked in an anxious voice. "What's wrong?" She dared ask,
"Your scars not hurting again is it?" Ron asked nervously.
"He's a Death Eater" Harry said slowly, "He's replaced his father as Death Eater"
There was a silence between the three of them before Ron burst,
"Malfoy? He's sixteen Harry! You think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join?"
"It seems very unlikely Harry" Hermione said in her most neutral voice, she knew Ron was wrong, Lyra became a Death Eater, she was seventeen and had been one for at least year, Hermione didn't want to think how long Lyra had been apart of the circle. "What makes you think-" Hermione began to ask,
"In Madam Malkins. She didn't touch him, but when she went to roll up his sleeve. His left arm. He's been branded with the dark mark"
Hermione looked at Ron to see if he was believing Harry,
"Well..." Ron was anything but convinced.
"I think he just wanted to get out of there Harry" Hermione said trying to divert Harry's theory.
"He showed Borgin something we couldn't see," Harry said stubbornly, "Something that seriously scared Borgin. It was the Mark, I know it. Plus Lyra was there too, and he was terrified of her. They both showed Borgin who they were dealing with and you saw how seriously Borgin took them"
"I'm still not sure Harry. Lyra's had a lot of dealing with her fathers business in there before Harry, of course he's going to treat her properly" Hermione tried.
"Yeah, I still don't reckon You-know-Who would let Malfoy join" Ron said honestly.
Harry stormed out the room frustrated leaving the two alone.
They sat with their heads bowed, Narcissa paced furiously in front of them,
"After everything we have been going through. You two could not just behave and do as you were told for one afternoon. That was all I asked, honestly what would your father think?" Narcissa ranted.
"Well he's not exactly here to tell us" Draco snapped bitterly.
"Watch your tongue" Narcissa threatened. Draco lowered his head. He knew better, ever since their father had been put away and Lyra had disappeared for fours weeks of the holidays.
"Go and pack for school, I don't want to see either of you until your trunks are packed" Narcissa snapped. Draco looked up at her appalled.
"That's work for the house elves" Draco sneered.
"Upstairs" Narcissa shouted. Lyra was quick to move, she knew better. Since she had returned home, the only outings she was getting were to the burrow and even then Narcissa hadn't been happy about it. As they disappeared away upstairs, Draco tugged Lyra aside,
"What where you playing at in Borgins I have to do this myself" Draco stated.
"No you don't. So get out of that big head of yours and ask for help. Dumbledore is a powerful wizard your not going to be able to defeat him alone" Lyra said.
"Watch me. The Dark Lord believes in me I expect you to" Draco snapped before walking into his room. Sighing Lyra packed.
The following morning, Narcissa apparated them to Kings Cross. Upon platform nine and three quarters they looked out of place. Since the capture of their father it was the look of disdain that greeted them. A family of Death Eaters. Draco and Lyra loaded their trunks onto the train before being fretted over.
"Mother please, I'm the man of the manor I cannot be seen to be fussed over" Draco huffed, Lyra smirked, he looked ridiculous. He wore a suit much like Lyra, however the fact he was carrying their fathers cane made him look like he was playing dress up. "I have to go, I promised Pansy I'd meet her on the train" Draco said before turning of without a goodbye. Lyra didn't miss her mothers stray tear.
"Look after him Lyra" Narcissa said quietly.
"Always" Lyra hugged her mother tightly. "I know you sent care packages to him in first year. I wouldn't mind by the way" Lyra whispered in her mothers ear. Ever since Lucius had been put away, Draco had distanced himself. In the last few weeks Lyra noticed her mothers withdrawal and depression at the fact her son was no longer seeing her as his mother. Narcissa gave a teary grin before quickly collecting herself,
"Now go, you shouldn't miss the train. Write to me soon" Narcissa said quickly,
"See you at Christmas" Lyra called as she got on the train. They waved goodbye, Lyra found the Slytherin compartment quickly and sat with Daphne and Tracy making idle chat. Lyra noticed Draco sat with his feet up in the corner before asking,
"Aren't you supposed to be on prefect duty?"
Draco glared before shrugging, "You're not mother so why do you care?" He sneered. Lyra rolled her eyes before leaning back. A stuttering looking thirteen year old came through the compartment,
"Mr Zabini?" They asked, Blaise looked up bored from his magazine, "I'm supposed to give you this" He handed Blaise a note. Zabini frowned as he opened,
"Who the hell is Slughorn?" He asked, with returning confusing faces and frowns. He stood, "I have to eat lunch with him" Stretching he looked at Lyra who was trying to sleep,
"You coming Miss Malfoy?" He asked with a slight purr. Lyra opened her right eye and stared at him,
"Like you have the skill Zabini" Lyra snarked, Blaise chuckled before dropping the note in her lap,
"As much as I would love to try, I was talking about lunch" Lyra picked up the note and read it over. Shrugging, she stood,
"Why not" They walked to compartment C,
"Ah Blaise Zabini, pleasure to finally meet you. I taught your mother once upon a time" The large man shook Blaise's hand with a large grin, Blaise returned a tight lipped smile. "You brought a friend I see" Slughorn commented on Lyra's presence in disdain.
"Yes, this is Lyra Malfoy" Blaise introduced, "She's Lucius Malfoys daughter. You'll have to forgive her current appearance, she had a bad run in with Friendfyre over the summer. Those Durmstrang students are ever the trouble makers" Blaise joked. Slughorn seemed to regard Lyra for a moment before shaking her hand,
"I was completely unaware Mr Malfoy had a daughter. I knew of his son, of course."
"I'm commonly overlooked. I would not concern yourself with him sir" Lyra said smoothly. Slughorn gestured for them to sit. He was quick to make introductions. Lyra gave a small nod to Ginerva Weasley who looked completely out of place. Soon Potter and Longbottom walked in, Slughorn was quick to greet the boy who lived.
"Why did you bring me here?" Lyra asked Blaise,
"Because I figured you'd hate this torture as much as I" He said with a grin. Rolling her eyes, Potter and Longbottom sat, Slughorn was quick to interview each of them until he was satisfied. He seemed to regard Lyra higher when she kept the conversation away from her father.
The room was quickly filled with talk of the Department of Mysteries to which Lyra kept silent about, every so often Ginny would glance her way, but Lyra kept tight lipped. Eventually it was time to leave the slug club as they dubber it.
Returning to the compartment Lyra was glad to change into her school robes and forget about the experience. Walking into the compartment ahead of Blaise she sat next to Daphne, the pale girl asked about her evening polietly, Lyra shrugged. She didn't really want to talk about it,
"What is wrong with this thing?" Blaise asked as he tried to slam the door shut. Lyra watched the door slide open forcing Blaise in to Goyles lap. The door shut with a quick click. Goyle shoved Blaise of off him and into his seat. Trying to calm his ruffled appearance, Draco sniggered at the two.
"So, Zabini" Draco asked, "What did Slughorn want?"
"Just trying to make up to well connected people" Blaise answered glaring at Goyle, "Not that he managed to find many"
Draco frowned, he glanced at his sister across from him before asking,
"Who else had he invited?"
"Mclaggen from Gryfindor, Belby from Ravenclaw, and Longbottom, Potter and that Weasley girl"
Draco sat up, "He invited Longbottom?" He sneered.
"Well he was there Draco" Lyra stated looked up from her book.
"What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?" He asked, Blaise and Lyra shrugged.
"Potter, precious Potter, obviously wanted a look at the chosen one" sneered Draco, "but why was the Weasley girl there?" He asked,
"A lot of boys like" Pansy said while watching Draco, "Even you think she's good looking, don't you Blaise" Pansy teased,
"I wouldn't touch that blood traitor, no matter what she looked like" Blaise said with a glare.
"Well, I pity Slughorns taste. Maybe he's going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. Slughorn probably hasn't heard I'm on the train, or-"
"I wouldn't bank on an invitation. He wasn't pleased I took your sister along. He got a bit better when I said she had survived Friendfyre" Lyra glared at Blaise and Draco glared at his sister. "And anyway he asked about Nott father when we arrived, but cause he had been caught at the ministry he wasn't happy. I don't think he's interested in Death Eaters too much" Draco looked furiously between Blaise and his sister. He let out a humorless laugh,
"Well, who cares what he's interested in? What is her, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher. I mean I might not even be here next year"
"Draco" Lyra warned quietly, ignoring her he continued,
"What's it matter to me if some fat old has been likes me or not"
Pansy looked down shocked, "What do you mean you wont be at Hogwarts next year?" She asked,
"Well you never know, I might have moved on to better and bigger things" Lyra kicked the base to the seat near her brothers head in warning. Daphne placed a soothing hand on the taller girls arm,
"Do you mean Him?" Pansy asked, Blaise was looking curiously between brother and sister.
"Mother personally wanted me to complete my education, but personally, I don't see it as that important these days."
"You should listen to Mother" Lyra all but growled. Draco didn't even glance at his sister.
"When the Dark Lord takes over is her going to care how many OWLs and NEWTs anyone's got? Of course he isn't. It'll be all about the kind of service he recieved, the lever of devotion he was shown" He boasted.
"And you think you'll be able to do something for him? Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet?" Blaise asked scathingly watching Lyra properly now.
"I've just said haven't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something you need to be qualified for. Draco said quietly to them. Lyra was furious. Crabbe and Goyle were staring at him with their mouths open. Pansy gazed at him like he was a god. Blaise was shaking his head, unsure of what his friend was spouting.
"I can see Hogwarts. We better get our robes on" Lyra was quick to change and get out of the compartment before she punched her brother. Lyra stepped of the train to see Tonks stood at the gates monitoring the students walking in. They gave each other a small nod and a smile before Lyra walked in. Lyra could see Hermione and Ron looking about nervously for Potter. Hermione beckoned her over,
"I'll meet you at the carriages" She said to Tracy and Blaise they nodded and continued up. Lyra walked to Hermione,
"Have you seen Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Nice to see you too" Lyra snarked earning a glare from Weasley. "No I haven't, last I saw him was with Slughorn"
"That's what Ginny said" Ron stated.
"Sorry not seen him since" Lyra said with a shrug. "I better get going" Lyra said as she walked off up to the school.
"That was odd" Hermione muttered.
"We'll just have to wait for him" Ron said indignantly.
"We can't, we have to escort the first years" Hermione stated before dragging Ron off to the boats.
Lyra listened to her brother boast about breaking Potters nose at dinner. Her fury growing ever more. She was curious to know if Hermione has learned of the incident.
The following morning Hermione sat in the common room as Harry explained what he had overheard in the Slytherins compartment.
"But he was obviously showing off for Parkinson, wasn't he?" Ron interjected,
"Well, I don't know. It would be like Malfoy to make himself seem a bit more important that he is. But that's a big lie to tell"
"Exactly" Harry stressed. He could not continue however due to the attention they were receiving. Walking into the Great Hall Hermione noticed Lyra was looking bored as Snape handed out schedules.
Hermione walked to Ancient Runes, she wasn't surprised to see Lyra there. They sat through the class neither of them getting a chance to speak until walking to Defence against the dark arts and even then the conversation was strained. Hermione couldn't help but want to asked about her brother.
"What other subjects are you doing?" Hermione asked,
"Potions, Charms, Runes, Defense, Magical creatures and Transfiguration"
"You're taking extra classes?" Hermione asked,
"Yeah, figured it be worth it" Lyra stated with a shrug. They carried on to classes, the two of them in an awkward silence. The day passed quickly. Lyra's bag straining at it's contents. As they entered Potions Lyra was exhausted. She watched as Ron flirted with Hermione, making her blush. Her bloody unconsciously boiling. Lyra was quick to her station and began brewing. Draco was quick to boast himself as Professor Slughorn passed,
"Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?" He boasted,
"Yes, I was sorry to hear he had died, although of course it wasn't unexpected dragon pox at his age" Slughorn walked away with that. Draco looked furiously at Lyra,
"It's not my fault" She quickly said with a shrug. Lyra tried to make her potion, the instructions given no where near as accurate to the effect they should be. Growing frustrated, at the black potion, she turned the flame of and gave up as Slughorn called the winner. Surprisingly it was Potter and not Hermione.
That evening Lyra found herself in the library trying to study. She was startled when Hermione sat opposite her.
"Lyra tried to go back to her studies but couldn't help but look up at Hermione,
"This is my spot, I'm not going to move" Hermione stated. Lyra shrugged, not that Hermione was looking,
"I wasn't going to ask you too" Lyra stuttered. Hermione smirked. They sat and studied till the small hours. It wasn't until Hermione yawned loudly did Lyra pack them up.
"Come on, time to get to bed" Lyra stated. They packed the bag and began walking. Lyra walked her up to the Gryffindor common room,
"It's a bit of a walk back to the dungeons" Hermione commented,
"It's worth it" Lyra said simply,
"It's not safe to be wandering the corridors this late" Hermione stated, Lyra smirked,
"For you perhaps" Lyra said as they approached the Fat Lady.
"Sleep well" Hermione said as Lyra handed her the books she had been helping her carry.
"You too" Lyra said lightly. Hermione turned with a small smile and slid through the portal. Hermione walked up to her room and slid into bed. Conflicting thoughts surrounding her mind. Did she like that Lyra had kissed her in the Ministry? Did she trust the Malfoy? What about Ron? She wasn't even sure if he liked her like that. Shutting her eyes, she thought of the trust that she should give Lyra.
Across the castle Lyra lay in her own bed, her thoughts on similar predicaments. Did she tell Hermione everything she knew? That she believed in? Lyra couldn't shake her feelings. She fell asleep to dreams filled with a bright muggle born.
Well? Too Long? Not enough LyraxHermione? It is a bit of a filler to get the story moving once more. However I am getting back into the swing of my writing so hopefully the next chapters wait shouldn't be too long away.
I hope you enjoyed it.
See you all soon!
Remember prompts and suggestions are always welcomed!