Tale of a Summer Girl
A/N thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I adore you all! Anyway, a reviewer, bubble, asked if Aunt Jenny was J-Lo. Well, the truth is, I hadn't thought about that! Really! It was just a coincidence I came up with that name. Im sorry to tell you, Aunt Jenny's description doesn't fit with J-Lo's. For once, Jenny is British while Jennifer Lopez is American, and part Latin, I think. But if it makes you happy, you can imagine she is, it really isn't essential for the plot, so.... .
Disclaimer: nothing but the plot and the characters you don't recognise are mine. The rest of the things are Rowling's.
Chapter 3
Hermione continued reading her magazine. Or, at least, pretending to do so. She was having too much fun looking, out of the corner of her eyes, at Malfoy's pathetic attempts at trying to work out the screen he had in front of him. (the ones that are on the backside of the seats, you know what I'm speaking of.)
"Please choose one of the movies." The screen read.
"I've told you already! I want to see Hannibal (a/n: couldn't resist it! ( )". Malfoy said, for the hundredth time.
"I HATE planes! Why couldn't we get there on broo...." Draco didn't finish his sentence, seeing the curious look the girl next to him was giving.
"Broo? What's that? A type of transport? Where do you come from?" Hermione asked, playing innocent.
"None of your business," Malfoy replied shortly.
"Why are you here if you hate planes so much?" she asked, choosing to ignore his coldness.
"I'm not here of my own free will." Malfoy replied, hoping this would shut this girl up.
Too bad, Hermione had other plans...
"No? Who is forcing you? You don't seem the type to be ordered around..."
"My father. Besides, do you know any other way to get to Mexico fast?" he answered, finally giving up. He would need help on these muggle things eventually, and she was just beside him; he would need her help sooner or later.
"Mexico?" Hermione said, her high spirits sinking at a weird thought going through her mind.
"Yes, I'm spending my holidays at a bloody beach resort!" he answered.
"At a Beach Resort?" she asked... ::no, no, no, no, no... :: she couldn't have that much bad luck....
"Are you deaf? Yes, at a beach resort called " El Imperio Encantado" (the enchanted empire in Spanish).
::No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Why me? Why does everything happens to me? Huh? What have I done to deserve to be in the same resort for the whole summer with Draco-pin-in-the-ass-Malfoy?::
" What?" Malfoy asked her, looking at the face she pulled, thinking he had seen those eyes somewhere before...
"It's just that... I'm going there, too."
"Oh." He didn't know if he should be happy or bothered about that. She was cute, that was for sure, but he knew he had seen her somewhere before... he just couldn't remember where.
There was silence while both teens stared into space, thinking of the summer ahead of them. Suddenly a ball bumped into Malfoy's head.
He turned around on his seat to find two scared little girls looking at him.
He glared at them. Both started to apologise immediately, not wanting any trouble with this boy. He gave them their ball hastily and turned around. Some minutes later, the ball hit him again. Fuming, he turned around and said: "Stupid brats, now you won't be getting you ball back at all!"
Hermione heard him and, turning around too she cleared her throat. "Awww... give the poor girls their ball!" She said.
"Why should I?"
"Because it was an accident! Come on, you're not going to tell me you're going to fight with little girls?" Hermione asked, in mock reproach.
Grudgingly, he handed the girls their ball. He waited for their apology, but it never came. They were staring at Hermione in awe.
"Jenny!!!!!" The girls chorused.
Malfoy looked at her strangely. "No, I'm not Jenny. She is my aunt, though." The girls squealed in delight. She laughed and turned around to resume her initial position.
"Who's Jenny?" Malfoy asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Oh, she's my aunt and my godmother, and she also happens to be a singer," Hermione said, smiling.
"Oh."
"Sorry... but why is your dad forcing you to go on holidays?" Hermione asked, seeing he was opening up a bit.
"Well, he has business to do there and he wants me to go with him to learn, and help him when I can" Malfoy replied truthfully.
Hermione flinched and then a scowl crossed her face. Malfoy could have sworn he saw a hint of disapproval in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking about what business Lucius Malfoy had in the muggle world. She was positive it had to do with torturing, killing, unforgivable curses, and Voldemort.
Then, again, the ball hit the back of Malfoy's head. That did it.
He took his bag from under his seat and started looking for something. Who cared if the muggles saw him? They wouldn't know what had happened.
He drew out his wand; his face had a set look. Hermione panicked, he was going to do magic in front of muggles!
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to get revenge and teach those brats a lesson," he said.
He was about to mutter the spell when Hermione cut him off.
"NO you're not! You aren't going to curse those girls Malfoy, or I'll hex you. Besides, we are not allowed to do magic out of school, let alone in front of muggles!" She hissed in a threatening, but also the same bossy, tone.
::Who does she think she is? No-one tells me what to do or not to do! How does she know about magic and muggles? She must be a witch, obviously. How does she know my name? And why, WHY does she looks so familiar? Why do I believe I've heard that bossy voice before?:: Malfoy thought.
He glanced at Hermione and saw her stern face, and realisation dawned on
him.
"Granger," Malfoy said nonchalantly, thinking out loud.
"Took you long enough, Malfoy," She replied coolly.
"How should I have known? You act like you know everything, but you don't. You're nothing but a little worthless mudblood!" Malfoy said, indignantly.
"Sorry, can't be bothered to be hurt by your so uncreative insults. Besides, we're in the muggle world now, remember? The only dirty blooded one here is you," she said, smirking.
"In the wizarding world or out of it, you're still a mudblood," He said.
"And you're still the self-centred daddy's boy, a pathetic excuse of a guy," Hermione replied.
"Me? Pathetic excuse? Look at yourself! You can't do anything without Potter-head and Weasley. Well, except the love-potions maybe. I never thought Potter could get so thick as to be tricked by a simple potion. Pity his parents aren't here to teach him how to be a man; he's the pathetic excuse of a guy!" Malfoy replied, knowing that her friends were one of her weak points.
Unfortunately for him, she took it personally now. She was so furious she made the glass in front of Malfoy shatter into pieces, soaking him in coke.
Her eyes were burning into him, showing a look of pure hatred. This made Malfoy slightly scared. He wouldn't show it, of course.
The rest of the trip went quietly, each teen in his own world of thoughts. Hermione, thinking along the lines of how her whole summer was suddenly looking down. But then she decided Malfoy wouldn't get the best of her; she wouldn't give him that pleasure. Never.
Draco, on the other hand was cursing under his breath. And, in the very back of his mind, the words Hermione had said about being a daddy's boy and self-centred were swirling. He wouldn't admit it though. Not in a million years.
Mexico
Playa del Carmen
El Imperio Encantado
Entrance hall
"WOW!" Hermione said, looking at the hotel.
"Yup. That's why I chose this one. It's so cool!" Jenn said excitedly, looking around. The place was huge! It was full of plants, comfy looking chairs, tea-tables, wide windows which gave a view of the beach, and, everywhere you looked, there were Mayan antiques. All in all, the whole place was breath-taking, and they had only seen a part of it.
"I know!" Hermione replied in the same way. Right then, the Malfoys stepped in. They were all looking disgusted, and, at the same, superior.
"Look at those guys, walking around as if they own the place," Jenn commented.
"They're always like that."
"How do you know?" Jenn asked her godchild.
"The son happens to be in my year. I know for certain that his father is a deatheater," Hermione said, scowling.
"Oh, that's bad. But Mya, please, remember: we're here to have fun! Don't let them prevent you from doing so!" Jenn said.
"You're right, I won't!" Hermione said. A man came to show them their room, on the last floor. It was so big that they would be sharing it. It had a big circular living-room, and a fancy looking dining room adjourning it. Beside that was a small bar and a small kitchen. There were windows everywhere, showing them the advantages of being on the last floor. There was a balcony in front of the dinning-room, with couches and a table. In two other opposite ends of the living room (apart from the entrance door and the dining-room) there were two doors.
When they entered the room, they saw rose petals covering the whole floor. There were sweets on all of the tables, as well as many candles and bouquets of flowers of all types.
"Ah... the sweet advantages of being famous!" Jenn said, grinning.
After they tipped the man who had carried their luggage, he was gone. Hermione closed the door behind him.
"Wow! Are you received like this everywhere you go?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, well, mostly anyway... others give me beauty products, champagne, and letters from my fans..."
"Wow again!!! It's not fair you get all this free stuff!" Hermione said.
"You could too, if you wanted to." Jenn said, an idea forming in her mind.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I don't know about your musical talents, but you do look a lot like me, and after all, I worked as a model before getting into the music business...." She explained.
"Wait. You're making me dizzy. Let's talk about that later okay? Right now, I'm dying to see my room!" Mya cut her off.
"Okay, you pick. Left or right one?" Jenn asked.
"Left," Hermione replied.
"Okay then, I get right. Now let's go and see them," Jenn said. They parted and went to opposite sides of the room. Hermione opened her door to find a beautiful room. It's walls were light green, and the floor was covered in a sand coloured carpet. There was a huge mahogany, four postered bed covered in white sheets and white big cushions. There were two white night tables on the sides. In front of the bed there was a low table with green poofs at the sides. In the left side of the bed, there was a floor length wide window, going into a marble balcony. Hermione opened the windows and stepped outside to drink in the intoxicating view of the sunset.
Jenn came into Mya's room. " Hey, you haven't seen the best yet!" she told her goddaughter.
"What could be better than this?" she asked.
"You'll see," Jenn said, pulling her out of her trance.
She led her niece to the other end of the room, to a door. They opened it and found a short corridor, leading to two more doors. They opened one to find themselves in a big bathroom. To the girl's delight, it was full of beauty products, from make-up to creams, from bath bubbles to the most exquisite perfumes. There were flowers everywhere too, even in the Jacuzzi.
Mya also found a pair of hair kits and more than one manicure kit, too.
"I got the same, too!" Jenn said excitedly. She had been famous since she was Hermione's age, when she had started modelling, but these little presents still made her happy.
"And that's not the best part.." Jenn said.
"It isn't?!" Hermione asked.
"Nope, come here." She took Mya through the short corridor and opened the other door (A/N: I know... too many doors, lol). It was a really big walk- in closet. Nearly as big as the room itself. But that wasn't what stunned Hermione. It was the clothes that did it. It was full of the coolest clothes and shoes she had ever seen. Looking at them more closely she realised that everything was from different well-known fashion designers. All those things must have cost a fortune!
"Why would the hotel people spend this much in me? I'm not even you!" She said, trying to figure this out.
"Well, firstly, the hotel didn't buy all this. My managers did. And they give you this because I am giving a recital in this hotel, and my managers always buy me this sort of things before my recitals, to make me feel happy and inspired. And I told them I was coming with you. I've got the exact same replica in my room of what you have here!" Jenn said happily.
"I still don't get it. Even if they made you presents and knew I was coming, why would they give me presents?" The girl asked.
Jenn look ashamed for a moment and then said. "Maybe because I didn't tell them how much I thought you looked like me, and I didn't tell them how I had once heard you sing beautifully." Jenn said.
"And...?" Hermione asked a bit angry, looking at Jenn's guilty face and realising she was hiding something else.
" And maybe because... I* didn't* (meaning did) agree to sing a duet with you at my recital?" She said in a tiny voice, sounding like a scared five- year-old.
"YOU WHAT?!" Hermione asked her indignantly.
"Oops..." Jenn said, even more frightened. She had been present in only one of Hermione's big outbursts, when the kid had been only eight years old, and Jenn had learnt not to make her angry. A few years after that, she realised that the reason Hermione could get so dangerous was because she was a witch.
"JENNIFER HERMIONE GRANGER, HOW DARE YOU?" Hermione burst out. Another thing they had in common, their names, only they were switched around, so Jenn was 'Jennifer Hermione' and Mya was 'Hermione Jennifer.' Both with the same last name.
::Not only hasn't she asked me about it, she persuades me to do something; she knows I'm going to be embarrassed eternally for making a fool of myself!:: She thought desperately. An image of Malfoy throwing tomatoes at her crossed her mind and that was the last straw. Suddenly there was a tremendous sound and Jenn though all hell would break loose. Somehow a lightening bolt got through the opened bedroom window and clashed right into Hermione's head, and then a circle of fire appeared around her, flames embracing her. She didn't seemed aware of the heat until Jenn screamed her name.
Only then Hermione snapped out of it. She jumped out of the circle and tried to cool down, but the flames wouldn't go. Acting upon reflex, she grabbed her wand from an inner pocket of her jacket (she always had it close to her for protection, even in the muggle world) and cried: " apagamus incendio" and the flames went out instantly. Then, looking around at the disaster she had caused she said " Reparo" and, with a flick of her wand, everything was back to normal.
This was Jenn's time to be awed. She was so proud of her little witch! She had conjured up a fire without intending to do so, and managed to fix everything up! She had never witness any kind of spell before because the only one who could show her one was Hermione, and she wasn't supposed to do magic out of school..... hey! Wait a minute! She wasn't allowed to do magic out of school!
"That was spectacular. The greatest thing I have ever seen, but aren't you going to get into a lot of trouble with the Ministry of Magic for that?" Jenn asked her.
Hermione ginned. "You see, I like to read about different countries' magical properties, and found out, some time ago, that Mexico, along with Egypt, are the two most difficult countries to track magical things in them, because of all the ancient magic they hold. Did you know that most of the Mayas used to be magical people?" Hermione told her. "Well, the only spells that can be tracked here are hexes, dark spells and unforgivable curses, which I told you about in one of my letters," she continued. "Hey! You just did that to change the subject!" Hermione said, remembering why they had been fighting before.
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A/N thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I adore you all! Anyway, a reviewer, bubble, asked if Aunt Jenny was J-Lo. Well, the truth is, I hadn't thought about that! Really! It was just a coincidence I came up with that name. Im sorry to tell you, Aunt Jenny's description doesn't fit with J-Lo's. For once, Jenny is British while Jennifer Lopez is American, and part Latin, I think. But if it makes you happy, you can imagine she is, it really isn't essential for the plot, so.... .
Disclaimer: nothing but the plot and the characters you don't recognise are mine. The rest of the things are Rowling's.
Chapter 3
Hermione continued reading her magazine. Or, at least, pretending to do so. She was having too much fun looking, out of the corner of her eyes, at Malfoy's pathetic attempts at trying to work out the screen he had in front of him. (the ones that are on the backside of the seats, you know what I'm speaking of.)
"Please choose one of the movies." The screen read.
"I've told you already! I want to see Hannibal (a/n: couldn't resist it! ( )". Malfoy said, for the hundredth time.
"I HATE planes! Why couldn't we get there on broo...." Draco didn't finish his sentence, seeing the curious look the girl next to him was giving.
"Broo? What's that? A type of transport? Where do you come from?" Hermione asked, playing innocent.
"None of your business," Malfoy replied shortly.
"Why are you here if you hate planes so much?" she asked, choosing to ignore his coldness.
"I'm not here of my own free will." Malfoy replied, hoping this would shut this girl up.
Too bad, Hermione had other plans...
"No? Who is forcing you? You don't seem the type to be ordered around..."
"My father. Besides, do you know any other way to get to Mexico fast?" he answered, finally giving up. He would need help on these muggle things eventually, and she was just beside him; he would need her help sooner or later.
"Mexico?" Hermione said, her high spirits sinking at a weird thought going through her mind.
"Yes, I'm spending my holidays at a bloody beach resort!" he answered.
"At a Beach Resort?" she asked... ::no, no, no, no, no... :: she couldn't have that much bad luck....
"Are you deaf? Yes, at a beach resort called " El Imperio Encantado" (the enchanted empire in Spanish).
::No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Why me? Why does everything happens to me? Huh? What have I done to deserve to be in the same resort for the whole summer with Draco-pin-in-the-ass-Malfoy?::
" What?" Malfoy asked her, looking at the face she pulled, thinking he had seen those eyes somewhere before...
"It's just that... I'm going there, too."
"Oh." He didn't know if he should be happy or bothered about that. She was cute, that was for sure, but he knew he had seen her somewhere before... he just couldn't remember where.
There was silence while both teens stared into space, thinking of the summer ahead of them. Suddenly a ball bumped into Malfoy's head.
He turned around on his seat to find two scared little girls looking at him.
He glared at them. Both started to apologise immediately, not wanting any trouble with this boy. He gave them their ball hastily and turned around. Some minutes later, the ball hit him again. Fuming, he turned around and said: "Stupid brats, now you won't be getting you ball back at all!"
Hermione heard him and, turning around too she cleared her throat. "Awww... give the poor girls their ball!" She said.
"Why should I?"
"Because it was an accident! Come on, you're not going to tell me you're going to fight with little girls?" Hermione asked, in mock reproach.
Grudgingly, he handed the girls their ball. He waited for their apology, but it never came. They were staring at Hermione in awe.
"Jenny!!!!!" The girls chorused.
Malfoy looked at her strangely. "No, I'm not Jenny. She is my aunt, though." The girls squealed in delight. She laughed and turned around to resume her initial position.
"Who's Jenny?" Malfoy asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Oh, she's my aunt and my godmother, and she also happens to be a singer," Hermione said, smiling.
"Oh."
"Sorry... but why is your dad forcing you to go on holidays?" Hermione asked, seeing he was opening up a bit.
"Well, he has business to do there and he wants me to go with him to learn, and help him when I can" Malfoy replied truthfully.
Hermione flinched and then a scowl crossed her face. Malfoy could have sworn he saw a hint of disapproval in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Hermione was thinking about what business Lucius Malfoy had in the muggle world. She was positive it had to do with torturing, killing, unforgivable curses, and Voldemort.
Then, again, the ball hit the back of Malfoy's head. That did it.
He took his bag from under his seat and started looking for something. Who cared if the muggles saw him? They wouldn't know what had happened.
He drew out his wand; his face had a set look. Hermione panicked, he was going to do magic in front of muggles!
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to get revenge and teach those brats a lesson," he said.
He was about to mutter the spell when Hermione cut him off.
"NO you're not! You aren't going to curse those girls Malfoy, or I'll hex you. Besides, we are not allowed to do magic out of school, let alone in front of muggles!" She hissed in a threatening, but also the same bossy, tone.
::Who does she think she is? No-one tells me what to do or not to do! How does she know about magic and muggles? She must be a witch, obviously. How does she know my name? And why, WHY does she looks so familiar? Why do I believe I've heard that bossy voice before?:: Malfoy thought.
He glanced at Hermione and saw her stern face, and realisation dawned on
him.
"Granger," Malfoy said nonchalantly, thinking out loud.
"Took you long enough, Malfoy," She replied coolly.
"How should I have known? You act like you know everything, but you don't. You're nothing but a little worthless mudblood!" Malfoy said, indignantly.
"Sorry, can't be bothered to be hurt by your so uncreative insults. Besides, we're in the muggle world now, remember? The only dirty blooded one here is you," she said, smirking.
"In the wizarding world or out of it, you're still a mudblood," He said.
"And you're still the self-centred daddy's boy, a pathetic excuse of a guy," Hermione replied.
"Me? Pathetic excuse? Look at yourself! You can't do anything without Potter-head and Weasley. Well, except the love-potions maybe. I never thought Potter could get so thick as to be tricked by a simple potion. Pity his parents aren't here to teach him how to be a man; he's the pathetic excuse of a guy!" Malfoy replied, knowing that her friends were one of her weak points.
Unfortunately for him, she took it personally now. She was so furious she made the glass in front of Malfoy shatter into pieces, soaking him in coke.
Her eyes were burning into him, showing a look of pure hatred. This made Malfoy slightly scared. He wouldn't show it, of course.
The rest of the trip went quietly, each teen in his own world of thoughts. Hermione, thinking along the lines of how her whole summer was suddenly looking down. But then she decided Malfoy wouldn't get the best of her; she wouldn't give him that pleasure. Never.
Draco, on the other hand was cursing under his breath. And, in the very back of his mind, the words Hermione had said about being a daddy's boy and self-centred were swirling. He wouldn't admit it though. Not in a million years.
Mexico
Playa del Carmen
El Imperio Encantado
Entrance hall
"WOW!" Hermione said, looking at the hotel.
"Yup. That's why I chose this one. It's so cool!" Jenn said excitedly, looking around. The place was huge! It was full of plants, comfy looking chairs, tea-tables, wide windows which gave a view of the beach, and, everywhere you looked, there were Mayan antiques. All in all, the whole place was breath-taking, and they had only seen a part of it.
"I know!" Hermione replied in the same way. Right then, the Malfoys stepped in. They were all looking disgusted, and, at the same, superior.
"Look at those guys, walking around as if they own the place," Jenn commented.
"They're always like that."
"How do you know?" Jenn asked her godchild.
"The son happens to be in my year. I know for certain that his father is a deatheater," Hermione said, scowling.
"Oh, that's bad. But Mya, please, remember: we're here to have fun! Don't let them prevent you from doing so!" Jenn said.
"You're right, I won't!" Hermione said. A man came to show them their room, on the last floor. It was so big that they would be sharing it. It had a big circular living-room, and a fancy looking dining room adjourning it. Beside that was a small bar and a small kitchen. There were windows everywhere, showing them the advantages of being on the last floor. There was a balcony in front of the dinning-room, with couches and a table. In two other opposite ends of the living room (apart from the entrance door and the dining-room) there were two doors.
When they entered the room, they saw rose petals covering the whole floor. There were sweets on all of the tables, as well as many candles and bouquets of flowers of all types.
"Ah... the sweet advantages of being famous!" Jenn said, grinning.
After they tipped the man who had carried their luggage, he was gone. Hermione closed the door behind him.
"Wow! Are you received like this everywhere you go?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, well, mostly anyway... others give me beauty products, champagne, and letters from my fans..."
"Wow again!!! It's not fair you get all this free stuff!" Hermione said.
"You could too, if you wanted to." Jenn said, an idea forming in her mind.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I don't know about your musical talents, but you do look a lot like me, and after all, I worked as a model before getting into the music business...." She explained.
"Wait. You're making me dizzy. Let's talk about that later okay? Right now, I'm dying to see my room!" Mya cut her off.
"Okay, you pick. Left or right one?" Jenn asked.
"Left," Hermione replied.
"Okay then, I get right. Now let's go and see them," Jenn said. They parted and went to opposite sides of the room. Hermione opened her door to find a beautiful room. It's walls were light green, and the floor was covered in a sand coloured carpet. There was a huge mahogany, four postered bed covered in white sheets and white big cushions. There were two white night tables on the sides. In front of the bed there was a low table with green poofs at the sides. In the left side of the bed, there was a floor length wide window, going into a marble balcony. Hermione opened the windows and stepped outside to drink in the intoxicating view of the sunset.
Jenn came into Mya's room. " Hey, you haven't seen the best yet!" she told her goddaughter.
"What could be better than this?" she asked.
"You'll see," Jenn said, pulling her out of her trance.
She led her niece to the other end of the room, to a door. They opened it and found a short corridor, leading to two more doors. They opened one to find themselves in a big bathroom. To the girl's delight, it was full of beauty products, from make-up to creams, from bath bubbles to the most exquisite perfumes. There were flowers everywhere too, even in the Jacuzzi.
Mya also found a pair of hair kits and more than one manicure kit, too.
"I got the same, too!" Jenn said excitedly. She had been famous since she was Hermione's age, when she had started modelling, but these little presents still made her happy.
"And that's not the best part.." Jenn said.
"It isn't?!" Hermione asked.
"Nope, come here." She took Mya through the short corridor and opened the other door (A/N: I know... too many doors, lol). It was a really big walk- in closet. Nearly as big as the room itself. But that wasn't what stunned Hermione. It was the clothes that did it. It was full of the coolest clothes and shoes she had ever seen. Looking at them more closely she realised that everything was from different well-known fashion designers. All those things must have cost a fortune!
"Why would the hotel people spend this much in me? I'm not even you!" She said, trying to figure this out.
"Well, firstly, the hotel didn't buy all this. My managers did. And they give you this because I am giving a recital in this hotel, and my managers always buy me this sort of things before my recitals, to make me feel happy and inspired. And I told them I was coming with you. I've got the exact same replica in my room of what you have here!" Jenn said happily.
"I still don't get it. Even if they made you presents and knew I was coming, why would they give me presents?" The girl asked.
Jenn look ashamed for a moment and then said. "Maybe because I didn't tell them how much I thought you looked like me, and I didn't tell them how I had once heard you sing beautifully." Jenn said.
"And...?" Hermione asked a bit angry, looking at Jenn's guilty face and realising she was hiding something else.
" And maybe because... I* didn't* (meaning did) agree to sing a duet with you at my recital?" She said in a tiny voice, sounding like a scared five- year-old.
"YOU WHAT?!" Hermione asked her indignantly.
"Oops..." Jenn said, even more frightened. She had been present in only one of Hermione's big outbursts, when the kid had been only eight years old, and Jenn had learnt not to make her angry. A few years after that, she realised that the reason Hermione could get so dangerous was because she was a witch.
"JENNIFER HERMIONE GRANGER, HOW DARE YOU?" Hermione burst out. Another thing they had in common, their names, only they were switched around, so Jenn was 'Jennifer Hermione' and Mya was 'Hermione Jennifer.' Both with the same last name.
::Not only hasn't she asked me about it, she persuades me to do something; she knows I'm going to be embarrassed eternally for making a fool of myself!:: She thought desperately. An image of Malfoy throwing tomatoes at her crossed her mind and that was the last straw. Suddenly there was a tremendous sound and Jenn though all hell would break loose. Somehow a lightening bolt got through the opened bedroom window and clashed right into Hermione's head, and then a circle of fire appeared around her, flames embracing her. She didn't seemed aware of the heat until Jenn screamed her name.
Only then Hermione snapped out of it. She jumped out of the circle and tried to cool down, but the flames wouldn't go. Acting upon reflex, she grabbed her wand from an inner pocket of her jacket (she always had it close to her for protection, even in the muggle world) and cried: " apagamus incendio" and the flames went out instantly. Then, looking around at the disaster she had caused she said " Reparo" and, with a flick of her wand, everything was back to normal.
This was Jenn's time to be awed. She was so proud of her little witch! She had conjured up a fire without intending to do so, and managed to fix everything up! She had never witness any kind of spell before because the only one who could show her one was Hermione, and she wasn't supposed to do magic out of school..... hey! Wait a minute! She wasn't allowed to do magic out of school!
"That was spectacular. The greatest thing I have ever seen, but aren't you going to get into a lot of trouble with the Ministry of Magic for that?" Jenn asked her.
Hermione ginned. "You see, I like to read about different countries' magical properties, and found out, some time ago, that Mexico, along with Egypt, are the two most difficult countries to track magical things in them, because of all the ancient magic they hold. Did you know that most of the Mayas used to be magical people?" Hermione told her. "Well, the only spells that can be tracked here are hexes, dark spells and unforgivable curses, which I told you about in one of my letters," she continued. "Hey! You just did that to change the subject!" Hermione said, remembering why they had been fighting before.
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