Chapter Five: A Book of the Past.
When Hermione finally regained composure, she sat up and wiped off her tears, and got dressed. After she finished brushing her hair, she sat down and picked up her book.
"Mercurius." She whispered. Suddenly a silver winged sandal appeared on the cover, it vanished. Suddenly gold ink flew across the cover, writing out Hermione's name, once it was done, she opened the book at a random spot.
She loved to draw, it was a passion she never could rid herself of. What she was good at drawing was how she saw things. So that's how this book started. At first she showed it to her friends, but after her letter from Hogworts, when she was eleven, she couldn't anymore. She wrote and drew what went on in her life, everything of great importance.
But she couldn't let anyone see this, because it might hurt their feelings, if how she saw them wasn't what they wanted her to see. So she risked telling Dumbledore about it, and he came to her rescue.
"pensive," is what he called it, but not a normal one. So to protect her privacy, he placed a spell on it, so that all written things would vanish from the pages, at a single word, and at a different one, re appear. Her name, being the female version of Hermes, caused her to pick that as her closing one. And since he rules Mercury, she chose it's Latin name to unlock the secrets
The page opened to her, was the first time she met Draco, when he was attempting to talk with Harry, though then, she really didn't know Harry to well. Her book had a strange tendency to get bigger form the inside, but never look any larger from the outside. She smiled as she flipped though the pages that held her life story.
Sighing, she realized Draco would be reading this entire book to satisfy his curiosity about what she was drawing.
She opened to the last page she was one, and stated to draw and update her book. Then she started on the morning events. Even though she knew someone was going to read it, she kept true to her promises when she originally started it. She would tell every single detail, no matter what.
That meant Draco would learn about his dad. But she was sure, he would understand. Though of course, she didn't know why she suddenly felt so trusting of the Slythrin prince, but for some reason she wasn't about to question, she did.
She sat there, drawing and writing for a long time. When she finished writing 'I'm afraid I might have given them every reason to hate me when I acted like that, I hope they forgive me. They are after all, the only people who can truly understand Me.' she closed the book and whispered 'Hermes' and her name morphed into a golden sandal and vanished into the cover. Setting down the book, Hermione only had enough time to stretch before the doorbell rang. Draco had arrived. Looking over at her clock, she saw it read noon.
"Right on time, man, he sure is good with keeping his word." She opened the door to her room and ran down the stairs quickly and opened the door to an impatient dragon. "Your on time, come on in." and she indicated to him to walk in.
Once he was in, she shut the door. About to show him up the stairs to her room, she was suddenly stopped by her stomach growling at her for not feeding it yet.
"Umm. Have you had lunch yet.?" Hermione asked warily.
"No, but I take you haven't eaten at all this morning, have you?" she might have though that he was concerned, if he hadn't smirked at her discomfort while he said it.
"Uhh, no, I haven't. Come in here and I'll make us lunch." She showed him to the kitchen and sat him down at the table. She got him a glass of juice and started making the only meal she really could make well, Tuna macaroni casserole.
"You do know, for someone who passes potions, while the teacher hates them to bits, you really can't put together more then that can you?" Draco stated as he saw the final result of Hermione's cooking.
"It's not that bad, it's supposed to look like that, it's a casserole, after all." She stated as she started to eat her own portion.
"This is good." Draco stated after he tried a bit. "What was it again?"
"A complement, Mr. Malfoy? Its Tuna macaroni casserole." She then went back to eating.
After lunch was cleaned up, Hermione showed Draco up to her room. When he stepped in he looked around him, like he had never seen a room before.
"So, Draco, is my wallpaper that interesting?" she smirked at his discomfort.
"I've just never expected to see so much green in your room." Draco smirked. "Tell me, do the other Gryfindors know you betray them during the summer?"
"First of all, its sage, not green, at least, not slythrin green." She stated as if she had just been insulted. "Second, it's my favorite color, thank you very much, and it has been so since before I even knew what Hogworts was."
Draco, for one, was unmentionably shocked. "And you weren't put in slythrin again because?"
"I'm a mudblood, if you have forgotten." She sneered. "And you house founder hated us remember?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot." And Mione rolled her eyes, doubting that he simply 'forgot' something like that.
"Alright, my mom and dad will be home around five, and I for one don't want to get grounded, so it's best that you start reading now."
"Reading? I thought we were going to talk about that picture?"
"Well, Malfoy, it's hard to explain, so it's best if you read." She flopped down onto her bed and grabber her book. She held it out in front of her. "Mercurius!" The sandal appeared, the her name. after it was done she handed it to Draco. "There."
Confused, Draco took the book and opened it to the first page. After examining the pages, to make sure no curse was ready to be put on him, he started to read, what appeared to him, was a picture book. A very long picture book.
My life, I'm afraid, is too complicated for words or pictures alone, so I adjoined them both. Here in this book is my life, my story. These pages are meant for none to look onto with out reason, or cause. My Name is Hermione Elizabeth Granger, Mione for short.
About four hours later, Draco had only read half the book. Hermione stopped him and pointed out the time. "My parents will be home in about fifteen minutes, you should go now." She stated simply.
"can I take this with me and continue reading at home?" Draco, to her surprise, looked like he was pleading.
"Alright, but one thing, when your not reading it, say the closed cover, "Hermes." It's easy to remember, because it's the masculine version of my name. when you want to read again say "Mercurius." Its like the planet Mercury."
"Got it, I'll be back tomorrow, make that tuna stuff again, see you!" and he left.
'was it my imagination, or did Malfoy just do a three sixty?' she shook her head and thought how much she needed to write in her book now. 'I wonder, what will Malfoy think about me once he has read my entire lives story and experienced though reading everything I have in my life from my perspective? I guess only time will tell. And she went down stairs to greet her mom and dad.
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An: ok, I know it's uneventful, but its necessary! Writing has its down points so you can understand it better!
Please review on this k?
Thanks
Relena
When Hermione finally regained composure, she sat up and wiped off her tears, and got dressed. After she finished brushing her hair, she sat down and picked up her book.
"Mercurius." She whispered. Suddenly a silver winged sandal appeared on the cover, it vanished. Suddenly gold ink flew across the cover, writing out Hermione's name, once it was done, she opened the book at a random spot.
She loved to draw, it was a passion she never could rid herself of. What she was good at drawing was how she saw things. So that's how this book started. At first she showed it to her friends, but after her letter from Hogworts, when she was eleven, she couldn't anymore. She wrote and drew what went on in her life, everything of great importance.
But she couldn't let anyone see this, because it might hurt their feelings, if how she saw them wasn't what they wanted her to see. So she risked telling Dumbledore about it, and he came to her rescue.
"pensive," is what he called it, but not a normal one. So to protect her privacy, he placed a spell on it, so that all written things would vanish from the pages, at a single word, and at a different one, re appear. Her name, being the female version of Hermes, caused her to pick that as her closing one. And since he rules Mercury, she chose it's Latin name to unlock the secrets
The page opened to her, was the first time she met Draco, when he was attempting to talk with Harry, though then, she really didn't know Harry to well. Her book had a strange tendency to get bigger form the inside, but never look any larger from the outside. She smiled as she flipped though the pages that held her life story.
Sighing, she realized Draco would be reading this entire book to satisfy his curiosity about what she was drawing.
She opened to the last page she was one, and stated to draw and update her book. Then she started on the morning events. Even though she knew someone was going to read it, she kept true to her promises when she originally started it. She would tell every single detail, no matter what.
That meant Draco would learn about his dad. But she was sure, he would understand. Though of course, she didn't know why she suddenly felt so trusting of the Slythrin prince, but for some reason she wasn't about to question, she did.
She sat there, drawing and writing for a long time. When she finished writing 'I'm afraid I might have given them every reason to hate me when I acted like that, I hope they forgive me. They are after all, the only people who can truly understand Me.' she closed the book and whispered 'Hermes' and her name morphed into a golden sandal and vanished into the cover. Setting down the book, Hermione only had enough time to stretch before the doorbell rang. Draco had arrived. Looking over at her clock, she saw it read noon.
"Right on time, man, he sure is good with keeping his word." She opened the door to her room and ran down the stairs quickly and opened the door to an impatient dragon. "Your on time, come on in." and she indicated to him to walk in.
Once he was in, she shut the door. About to show him up the stairs to her room, she was suddenly stopped by her stomach growling at her for not feeding it yet.
"Umm. Have you had lunch yet.?" Hermione asked warily.
"No, but I take you haven't eaten at all this morning, have you?" she might have though that he was concerned, if he hadn't smirked at her discomfort while he said it.
"Uhh, no, I haven't. Come in here and I'll make us lunch." She showed him to the kitchen and sat him down at the table. She got him a glass of juice and started making the only meal she really could make well, Tuna macaroni casserole.
"You do know, for someone who passes potions, while the teacher hates them to bits, you really can't put together more then that can you?" Draco stated as he saw the final result of Hermione's cooking.
"It's not that bad, it's supposed to look like that, it's a casserole, after all." She stated as she started to eat her own portion.
"This is good." Draco stated after he tried a bit. "What was it again?"
"A complement, Mr. Malfoy? Its Tuna macaroni casserole." She then went back to eating.
After lunch was cleaned up, Hermione showed Draco up to her room. When he stepped in he looked around him, like he had never seen a room before.
"So, Draco, is my wallpaper that interesting?" she smirked at his discomfort.
"I've just never expected to see so much green in your room." Draco smirked. "Tell me, do the other Gryfindors know you betray them during the summer?"
"First of all, its sage, not green, at least, not slythrin green." She stated as if she had just been insulted. "Second, it's my favorite color, thank you very much, and it has been so since before I even knew what Hogworts was."
Draco, for one, was unmentionably shocked. "And you weren't put in slythrin again because?"
"I'm a mudblood, if you have forgotten." She sneered. "And you house founder hated us remember?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot." And Mione rolled her eyes, doubting that he simply 'forgot' something like that.
"Alright, my mom and dad will be home around five, and I for one don't want to get grounded, so it's best that you start reading now."
"Reading? I thought we were going to talk about that picture?"
"Well, Malfoy, it's hard to explain, so it's best if you read." She flopped down onto her bed and grabber her book. She held it out in front of her. "Mercurius!" The sandal appeared, the her name. after it was done she handed it to Draco. "There."
Confused, Draco took the book and opened it to the first page. After examining the pages, to make sure no curse was ready to be put on him, he started to read, what appeared to him, was a picture book. A very long picture book.
My life, I'm afraid, is too complicated for words or pictures alone, so I adjoined them both. Here in this book is my life, my story. These pages are meant for none to look onto with out reason, or cause. My Name is Hermione Elizabeth Granger, Mione for short.
About four hours later, Draco had only read half the book. Hermione stopped him and pointed out the time. "My parents will be home in about fifteen minutes, you should go now." She stated simply.
"can I take this with me and continue reading at home?" Draco, to her surprise, looked like he was pleading.
"Alright, but one thing, when your not reading it, say the closed cover, "Hermes." It's easy to remember, because it's the masculine version of my name. when you want to read again say "Mercurius." Its like the planet Mercury."
"Got it, I'll be back tomorrow, make that tuna stuff again, see you!" and he left.
'was it my imagination, or did Malfoy just do a three sixty?' she shook her head and thought how much she needed to write in her book now. 'I wonder, what will Malfoy think about me once he has read my entire lives story and experienced though reading everything I have in my life from my perspective? I guess only time will tell. And she went down stairs to greet her mom and dad.
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An: ok, I know it's uneventful, but its necessary! Writing has its down points so you can understand it better!
Please review on this k?
Thanks
Relena