Chapter Two
Tennis Lessons.
" 'Mione dear! Your friends are here to see you!" her mom called as she headed out to work at the office.
"Thanks ma!" Hermione called down. It was her third day of summer, just last night she received owls from Harry and Ron, both telling her to go to Ron's ASAP. But Hermione had other plans she needed to take care of, plus she hadn't seen Rachael or Doreen in ages!
She finished putting on her tennis out fit, a white tank polo shirt, and a plated skirt that went down to above her knees. She was tying up her laces on her tennis shoes, that were white too. After brushing her hair so it went down flat, she placed her sun visor on and grabbed her racket. Today was the first day of tennis season, well at least according to whoever opened up the nearby courts. Hermione raced down the steps to see Rachael in her light purple out fit that matched her brunette hair and her olive eyes. Then Doreen was decked out in her sage out fit that went well with her emerald eyes and golden blonde hair.
"Oi, 'Mione! Ready to get your ass kicked?"
"Oh, not quite Rachael, I was wondering if you were?"
"Touché!"
"Well, any way, we need another person, Kathleen is visiting her grandma this summer, so either one of us sits out, or we need another player." Doreen always analyzing far above what Hermione does naturally.
"Well then how about that hunk who just moved into the black mansion?"
"You mean Draco?" Doreen's eye glassed over "He's too high class to want to play tennis!"
"Yeah, and I think a pig, would have more manners." Hermione said too bluntly. She soon realized her two best friends were looking at her oddly.
"What's wrong with Draco Hermione?" Rachael asked coldly.
Adapting Draco's very own smirk, Hermione said, "Why don't we ask and have you see Ray." Very bluntly yet again.
"Alright."
And they walked up the mansion, before Hermione remembered a fatal mistake she had made. "Aya! Wait up you two! How about I go up and get Malfoy and you two stay here until its safe?"
"Safe? What's up Hermione?"
"I can't tell you, just trust me."
"Alright, we'll stay here, you get Draco, and we also want to talk to him."
"Fine, be right back, also you two should know, if he doesn't come, it wasn't because I didn't try." They nodded, thinking maybe Hermione had lost it finally.
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Ding Dong! "I got it Sirs and Miss!"
"If it's a muggle, don't open the door." Draco said coldly, remembering two girls he had met who seemed too overly interested in being his friend.
"Draco!" His Father looked stunned.
"What father? We don't want the muggles to see poor Missy do we?"
That got him. "yes of course. Missy, get us before you open the door!"
"Yes sir!"
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Good thing Hermione had made a habit of always having her wand on her, she knew they wouldn't open the door unless they knew she was a witch. She though of all the confusion that her friends would make coming up to this door. "Miss?" she was snapped out by the voice of a very young house elf.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, a friend of Draco's from school, can I talk with him?" she held up her wand to show she was safe.
"Certainly miss, wait right there!" Hermione was very glad the tiny creature didn't come out, as her friends were in perfect view of the house. She just hoped that they wouldn't pressure her too much about not telling them she and Draco went to school together.
The door opened and there stood Draco in pure black, a black T-shirt and black slacks. She could almost hear her friends swoon as he walked out side and leaned against the door frame. "What do you want mudblood?"
By that time her friends were up real close and heard the insult. " 'Mione what does Mudblood mean?" Doreen asked. But it was Draco who answered.
"Something Muggles like yourselves need not understand. So what's up Granger? Its not every day you gladly wish to talk with me, I'm curious on what you have to say."
"Malfoy, my friends and I were going to play tennis, a muggle game with balls and rackets-."
"Yes I'm quite aware of what it is Mudblood. What does this have to do with me?"
"Well, my friend Kat is staying with her grandmother this summer, and we are a player short, My friends were wondering if you'd play with us."
"Not you?"
"No Malfoy, I'd gladly die before I play with a hot headed pureblood Slythrin son of a death eater like yourself!" By this time Rachael and Doreen were far beyond confused.
"Don't worry about me I'd rather not either, but I'm bored and I have finished my DADA homework. So I have nothing else to do now."
"Could either one of you explain the vocabulary your using?" Doreen begged. "or at least tell us how you know each other?"
"School," they said at the same time. "so Malfoy, care to play?"
"Sounds like fun, although I wish to make you lose yet again to my magnificence, I'd rather be your teammate, instead of a teammate with a muggle, it'd degrade my name." Hermione was listening in barley, and rolling her eyes mostly after hearing this same pride invoked talk for the thousandth time.
Nodding she turned to her friends and in a far nice voice responded. "Alright we have another player, he's on my team. So which of you cares to teach him?"
"I know how to play granger. Just give me a second to change."
"that's odd, most purebloods don't know muggle games. Least not to the point where they could play them."
"Alright Hermione, What in the hell were you two saying?" Ray stated plainly.
Hermione shook her head, "As Draco said plainly, muggles like you couldn't understand. But I will tell you what muggle means. It means normal people." She was sad to have to call her friends Muggles, but they needed to get the point. "why don't you two go ahead, I need to talk with Malfoy anyway."
"Alright, see you Mione."
"ahh, so what do you wish to say to me mudblood?" He was standing right there wearing light green tennis clothing.
"Don't you dare say anything mean to my friends."
"Or you'll what?"
"Or you'll find yourself in trouble with the ministry, not to mention me." She said coldly. "Also, Draco why are you here? I thought your family hated muggles."
"Dad's gone nuts and we have to follow him or be harmed in the process." He said plainly. "And since when, Hermione are we on first name terms?"
"Since my friends were. And I do hope you know how to play, I've never lost to them, and don't plan on starting now."
"Sure, and Hermione, WE need to talk later about what I saw you holding the in window. Or do mudbloods always draw those superior to them?"
"we'll talk later about that, now come on or we'll be late." As she started down the road to the courts. "And one more thing Draco, no muggles, mudbloods, purebloods, Slythirin, Gryfindor, or any other words, muggles have never heard of before. If you say one thing I swear you'll regret it."
"Why? Are your friends nosy?"
"No, just curious, they never quite believed the story I gave them about where I go to school. I believe they are also quite capable of finding out I lied to them, and their questioning sessions are hell to live though with out telling the truth, I almost slipped once." She smirked. "actually, I might let them give you the third degree if you say anything odd." And she continued walking.
'Man She's tough, I never thought Granger as one of those twisted punishing people. Oh well, she'll get hers soon enough. And I will not lose this match, what ever made her think that, well , I'll have to prove it wrong.' Draco spun his black racket he just transfigured from a metal bar around his finger and walked behind Hermione until they reached the courts.
"Oi, Mione get over here! We are flipping to see who serves first!"
"K! I call it, Heads!"
And the coin landed heads up. Draco smirked, having noticed Hermione's wand was on her. "alright, but I get to actually serve, Hermione."
"Alright, I'll serve second set." And she stood at her place on the court, once ready, Draco tossed the ball into the air and smacked it right past Rachael, who was receiving first.
"Fifteen- love!" Hermione called.
"Man! Draco, your good! Hermione, does your school teach tennis?" Doreen Asked curiously.
"No, not really." Draco answered, looking a bit annoyed, but staying civil just the same. "Really? I thought St. John's school was famous for its tennis program." Doreen was smirking. "Or is that not where you go Hermione?"
"I already told you a million times Dora, I go to St. Johns. Draco just is the best at school, so he doesn't learn it there. So I guess he might have spaced it. Right, Draco?"
"Yeah, Dora was it? I meant that they don't really teach it , you can't teach tennis, you can be coached in it, and even then, they send their tennis players to learn elsewhere." Draco sounded like she had just made an idiotic mistake. " and I need to talk with my partner for a sec."
"sure." and Doreen went and got ready to receive the next serve.
"Mione," Draco started, adapting the nickname. "you need to send me everything on this St. Johns, So I don't flop up again."
"don't worry I will, its my back too. Until then let me answer all the questions."
"And how are you going to explain that, by any chance?" Draco was pointing as a white Owl with a red envelope was flying over to them.
"That's not good," Hermione turned white.
"And why, might I ask, would Potter be sending you a howler Hermione?"
"I told him, you were staying near me this summer, and I kind of told him and Ron both I'd rather stay here this summer then go to Ron's."
"I see."
"Would you two please hurry it up!" Rachael asked annoyed.
"Yes, and what's that? I've never seen an owl out in the daylight hours." Doreen squinted to see better. "and is that red thing it's holding a letter?"
Hermione turned to Draco, almost to quickly. "Do you know how to stop howlers from, well howling?"
"Yes, but I think you may want to stop it from coming here first." Draco was becoming scared too.
"And how do I do that?"
"Shew it away?" Draco looked at her confused. " I don't' know I've never stopped mail before."
"I'm going to kill Harry."
"Really, may I join you?"
"Oh shut up! And watch my racket. And how do you stop howlers from howling?"
"placidus." He said looking at her oddly "For a brains you should know your Latin better."
"I know, I'll be right back." And she ran off towards her house, praying Hedwig followed her, and hoping her friends wouldn't hear from there.
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AN: Thanks for all the reviews! If I'm doing anything wrong tell me too. (But I do like the Nice happy your so good reviews too..) ^_^
Umm I am going to start the Third chapter now, it may be out later, like on Saturday..maybe later, depends on how well I'm writing.
And I own the spell placidus. one, I don't know what JK would use fro a spell in this case, Two, its close enough. Plus. Placius means quiet in Latin too. Quietus is also Latin for quiet, but its used for when someone doesn't want to talk loud.oh well enough lecturing.
Well, bye!
Relena~S
" 'Mione dear! Your friends are here to see you!" her mom called as she headed out to work at the office.
"Thanks ma!" Hermione called down. It was her third day of summer, just last night she received owls from Harry and Ron, both telling her to go to Ron's ASAP. But Hermione had other plans she needed to take care of, plus she hadn't seen Rachael or Doreen in ages!
She finished putting on her tennis out fit, a white tank polo shirt, and a plated skirt that went down to above her knees. She was tying up her laces on her tennis shoes, that were white too. After brushing her hair so it went down flat, she placed her sun visor on and grabbed her racket. Today was the first day of tennis season, well at least according to whoever opened up the nearby courts. Hermione raced down the steps to see Rachael in her light purple out fit that matched her brunette hair and her olive eyes. Then Doreen was decked out in her sage out fit that went well with her emerald eyes and golden blonde hair.
"Oi, 'Mione! Ready to get your ass kicked?"
"Oh, not quite Rachael, I was wondering if you were?"
"Touché!"
"Well, any way, we need another person, Kathleen is visiting her grandma this summer, so either one of us sits out, or we need another player." Doreen always analyzing far above what Hermione does naturally.
"Well then how about that hunk who just moved into the black mansion?"
"You mean Draco?" Doreen's eye glassed over "He's too high class to want to play tennis!"
"Yeah, and I think a pig, would have more manners." Hermione said too bluntly. She soon realized her two best friends were looking at her oddly.
"What's wrong with Draco Hermione?" Rachael asked coldly.
Adapting Draco's very own smirk, Hermione said, "Why don't we ask and have you see Ray." Very bluntly yet again.
"Alright."
And they walked up the mansion, before Hermione remembered a fatal mistake she had made. "Aya! Wait up you two! How about I go up and get Malfoy and you two stay here until its safe?"
"Safe? What's up Hermione?"
"I can't tell you, just trust me."
"Alright, we'll stay here, you get Draco, and we also want to talk to him."
"Fine, be right back, also you two should know, if he doesn't come, it wasn't because I didn't try." They nodded, thinking maybe Hermione had lost it finally.
*~*~*~*~
Ding Dong! "I got it Sirs and Miss!"
"If it's a muggle, don't open the door." Draco said coldly, remembering two girls he had met who seemed too overly interested in being his friend.
"Draco!" His Father looked stunned.
"What father? We don't want the muggles to see poor Missy do we?"
That got him. "yes of course. Missy, get us before you open the door!"
"Yes sir!"
*~*~*~*~
Good thing Hermione had made a habit of always having her wand on her, she knew they wouldn't open the door unless they knew she was a witch. She though of all the confusion that her friends would make coming up to this door. "Miss?" she was snapped out by the voice of a very young house elf.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, a friend of Draco's from school, can I talk with him?" she held up her wand to show she was safe.
"Certainly miss, wait right there!" Hermione was very glad the tiny creature didn't come out, as her friends were in perfect view of the house. She just hoped that they wouldn't pressure her too much about not telling them she and Draco went to school together.
The door opened and there stood Draco in pure black, a black T-shirt and black slacks. She could almost hear her friends swoon as he walked out side and leaned against the door frame. "What do you want mudblood?"
By that time her friends were up real close and heard the insult. " 'Mione what does Mudblood mean?" Doreen asked. But it was Draco who answered.
"Something Muggles like yourselves need not understand. So what's up Granger? Its not every day you gladly wish to talk with me, I'm curious on what you have to say."
"Malfoy, my friends and I were going to play tennis, a muggle game with balls and rackets-."
"Yes I'm quite aware of what it is Mudblood. What does this have to do with me?"
"Well, my friend Kat is staying with her grandmother this summer, and we are a player short, My friends were wondering if you'd play with us."
"Not you?"
"No Malfoy, I'd gladly die before I play with a hot headed pureblood Slythrin son of a death eater like yourself!" By this time Rachael and Doreen were far beyond confused.
"Don't worry about me I'd rather not either, but I'm bored and I have finished my DADA homework. So I have nothing else to do now."
"Could either one of you explain the vocabulary your using?" Doreen begged. "or at least tell us how you know each other?"
"School," they said at the same time. "so Malfoy, care to play?"
"Sounds like fun, although I wish to make you lose yet again to my magnificence, I'd rather be your teammate, instead of a teammate with a muggle, it'd degrade my name." Hermione was listening in barley, and rolling her eyes mostly after hearing this same pride invoked talk for the thousandth time.
Nodding she turned to her friends and in a far nice voice responded. "Alright we have another player, he's on my team. So which of you cares to teach him?"
"I know how to play granger. Just give me a second to change."
"that's odd, most purebloods don't know muggle games. Least not to the point where they could play them."
"Alright Hermione, What in the hell were you two saying?" Ray stated plainly.
Hermione shook her head, "As Draco said plainly, muggles like you couldn't understand. But I will tell you what muggle means. It means normal people." She was sad to have to call her friends Muggles, but they needed to get the point. "why don't you two go ahead, I need to talk with Malfoy anyway."
"Alright, see you Mione."
"ahh, so what do you wish to say to me mudblood?" He was standing right there wearing light green tennis clothing.
"Don't you dare say anything mean to my friends."
"Or you'll what?"
"Or you'll find yourself in trouble with the ministry, not to mention me." She said coldly. "Also, Draco why are you here? I thought your family hated muggles."
"Dad's gone nuts and we have to follow him or be harmed in the process." He said plainly. "And since when, Hermione are we on first name terms?"
"Since my friends were. And I do hope you know how to play, I've never lost to them, and don't plan on starting now."
"Sure, and Hermione, WE need to talk later about what I saw you holding the in window. Or do mudbloods always draw those superior to them?"
"we'll talk later about that, now come on or we'll be late." As she started down the road to the courts. "And one more thing Draco, no muggles, mudbloods, purebloods, Slythirin, Gryfindor, or any other words, muggles have never heard of before. If you say one thing I swear you'll regret it."
"Why? Are your friends nosy?"
"No, just curious, they never quite believed the story I gave them about where I go to school. I believe they are also quite capable of finding out I lied to them, and their questioning sessions are hell to live though with out telling the truth, I almost slipped once." She smirked. "actually, I might let them give you the third degree if you say anything odd." And she continued walking.
'Man She's tough, I never thought Granger as one of those twisted punishing people. Oh well, she'll get hers soon enough. And I will not lose this match, what ever made her think that, well , I'll have to prove it wrong.' Draco spun his black racket he just transfigured from a metal bar around his finger and walked behind Hermione until they reached the courts.
"Oi, Mione get over here! We are flipping to see who serves first!"
"K! I call it, Heads!"
And the coin landed heads up. Draco smirked, having noticed Hermione's wand was on her. "alright, but I get to actually serve, Hermione."
"Alright, I'll serve second set." And she stood at her place on the court, once ready, Draco tossed the ball into the air and smacked it right past Rachael, who was receiving first.
"Fifteen- love!" Hermione called.
"Man! Draco, your good! Hermione, does your school teach tennis?" Doreen Asked curiously.
"No, not really." Draco answered, looking a bit annoyed, but staying civil just the same. "Really? I thought St. John's school was famous for its tennis program." Doreen was smirking. "Or is that not where you go Hermione?"
"I already told you a million times Dora, I go to St. Johns. Draco just is the best at school, so he doesn't learn it there. So I guess he might have spaced it. Right, Draco?"
"Yeah, Dora was it? I meant that they don't really teach it , you can't teach tennis, you can be coached in it, and even then, they send their tennis players to learn elsewhere." Draco sounded like she had just made an idiotic mistake. " and I need to talk with my partner for a sec."
"sure." and Doreen went and got ready to receive the next serve.
"Mione," Draco started, adapting the nickname. "you need to send me everything on this St. Johns, So I don't flop up again."
"don't worry I will, its my back too. Until then let me answer all the questions."
"And how are you going to explain that, by any chance?" Draco was pointing as a white Owl with a red envelope was flying over to them.
"That's not good," Hermione turned white.
"And why, might I ask, would Potter be sending you a howler Hermione?"
"I told him, you were staying near me this summer, and I kind of told him and Ron both I'd rather stay here this summer then go to Ron's."
"I see."
"Would you two please hurry it up!" Rachael asked annoyed.
"Yes, and what's that? I've never seen an owl out in the daylight hours." Doreen squinted to see better. "and is that red thing it's holding a letter?"
Hermione turned to Draco, almost to quickly. "Do you know how to stop howlers from, well howling?"
"Yes, but I think you may want to stop it from coming here first." Draco was becoming scared too.
"And how do I do that?"
"Shew it away?" Draco looked at her confused. " I don't' know I've never stopped mail before."
"I'm going to kill Harry."
"Really, may I join you?"
"Oh shut up! And watch my racket. And how do you stop howlers from howling?"
"placidus." He said looking at her oddly "For a brains you should know your Latin better."
"I know, I'll be right back." And she ran off towards her house, praying Hedwig followed her, and hoping her friends wouldn't hear from there.
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AN: Thanks for all the reviews! If I'm doing anything wrong tell me too. (But I do like the Nice happy your so good reviews too..) ^_^
Umm I am going to start the Third chapter now, it may be out later, like on Saturday..maybe later, depends on how well I'm writing.
And I own the spell placidus. one, I don't know what JK would use fro a spell in this case, Two, its close enough. Plus. Placius means quiet in Latin too. Quietus is also Latin for quiet, but its used for when someone doesn't want to talk loud.oh well enough lecturing.
Well, bye!
Relena~S