AN: I've decided to post in very short chapter, every 2 or 3 days, so everyone remembers what has happened and nobody loses interest (that is, if I have your interest). Mind you, that's going to make about 45 chapter in this story, but One every 3 days means it won't take that long. Mind you, as the plot thickens I'm going to have to make longer chapters.
Of Poverty, aristocracy, and normality
"Can I sit in your carriage?" asked the round faced Nevil. The carriages still smelled of hay, mind you. And I was all for getting whoever or whatever in that carriage that could take my mind of the fact. Ron, however, whose eyes still had not left Hermione, seemed to want otherwise.
"Fine" he said sadly
"Ron, I need to talk to you" I said "When we get to school. Don't think your going to skive your way out of this one!"
Hermione sat in the back, looking pleasantly bewildered. "What are you two hiding? You can tell me!"
"No we Can't!" We both shouted at once. Hermione looked completely puzzled, but went back to talking to Nevil
"Yeah!" said Nevil. "They let my Mum out of the hospital. The doctors said she can return to a semi-normal life. But she looks like she has no mind. Most of her memory is gone. But she can walk and talk and feed herself now. She can even dress herself!" Hermione looked over at me and raised her eyebrows.
"That's great Nevil" she said with the tone of voice reserved for the mental ill "I'm really happy for you. How's your dad?"
That was, obviously not the thing to say. Nevil bowed his head and began to pick at his cuticles. "He's still at the hospital. I really don't think there going to let him out soon."
"Sorry" we all chimed
We hung our heads and rode the rest of the way in quite
As the carriages stopped, I jumped out and waited for everyone to exit. Ron left the carriage last, undoubtedly hoping I would forget our little "conversation" and leave him alone. No such luck. As soon as Hermione and Nevil had walked a few steps ahead, I grabbed Ron by the collar and dragged him to the side of the path.
"Now Ron, tell me what's up with you and Hermione?"
"I already told you! Nothing!" But I could have sworn I heard a "not yet" under his breath. Throwing up his hands he said "Can you just drop it? I don't need everyone to know that..."
"Hey Weasley!" shouted an all to familiar drawling voice. Ron for once, seemed happy to hear Malfoy. I was shocked. "Hey Weasley! I see you got yourself some new robes. Pity, I didn't think you family would stoop so low as to sell the house for some clothes. You could have had my old houselves if you wanted them... I'm sure they would be like a gown to you."
"Watch it Malfoy" Ron growled
"Oh, so there feeding you dog food now too? Cheaper, I suppose." I had all to do just to hold Ron of Malfoy. Lucky for him thought, He laughed and walked away.
"I'm not taking his crap again this year!"
"Ron," I said in a tentative voice, "You say that every year."
"Well, I'm Not!