chapter 3
"Hey, Harry!" Harry's best friend, Ron Weasly called when he saw Harry exiting the plane. "Good to see you, so how was the camp the muggles sent you to?"
Harry laughed, "Considering that half the camp calls it `Child Labor Camp', what do you think?" Everyone laughed.
"Common Harry, Dads got some cars waiting out front," Fred said.
The trip back to the burrow was enjoyable, but Harry couldn't wait to get out of the car. Not that he didn't like the Weaslys, but being in the car just wasn't his first pick right now. An hour long bus ride followed by a four hour plane ride will do that to you. Not to mention the time change.
"So Ron, have you heard from Hermione yet?" Harry asked.
"No," said Ron, "and I expect she written to you either, or you wouldn't be asking me. I don't know why she hasn't written, but she's supposed to be in Bugaria, you know, with Krum."
"Yeah she's probably just having such a good time she hasn't had time to write.
Little did both boys know that she was in Bulgaria, but she wasn't with Krum.
***
Hermione had gotten to Bulgaria as planned, but Krum hadn't been at the airport to meet her. She had gone to a nearby cab depot and asked if she could get a cab to Krums place. The cab took her there, and left her at the front gate. She walked away into the large grounds on his house. And then she saw something that made her stop dead.
She had expected to see Krum standing in the doorway, shocked to see that she had made it there herself. But instead she had walked in on him snogging with another girl, an older girl. When they finally broke apart the girl said something to Krum in Bulgarian that Hermione understood only to well. (A/N: Hermione had been learning to speak Bulgarian so she could talk to the people in Bulgaria)
"I expect I should go know." she said
"No I do not think Herm-own-ninny will be here for another hour," and he kissed her again.
"But don't you think it is a little rude to do this to her," the girl said, "I mean, shouldn't you tell her now, you don't need information on the tornoment anymore."
"No, but I did hear somewhere that Potter was going to play Quiditch for England, and our first game is against England. You do want us to win, don't you."
Hermione had heard enough. She began to walk forward. At that moment the other girl noticed her. She said something to Krum, who turned around and tried to look like nothing had happened. He started to say something but Hermione wasn't listening. She walked right up and slapped Krum. For a moment he looked really hurt, and the other girl looked really shocked. Then Hermione ran off into the street, crying.
Hermione finally stopped running and sat down on a front porch of a large house and continiued her crying. How could Krum do that to her. She had trusted him. Suddenly she looked up, the door of the house she she had been crying on the step of had opened. And a cry of surprise had issued from the mouth of the person who had opened the door. A person who was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Granger?! What are you doing here?!" he near screamed. His eyes fell on her tear-stained face and her bloodshot eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked, sounding like he really cared. But Hermione didn't care how he felt, he was Malfoy, the person who had made her life miserable since he had met her, and she just didn't feel like pouring her heart and soul out to him at the moment.
"None of your business Malfoy. I just picked the wrong door step to sit on, thats all," she said
"Do you want to come in, it is kind of cold outside," he said. Hermione was taken aback, why was he being so nice?
"Um... all right," she said. She followed him into the house. Just then a girl appered on the staircase in the front hall.
"I thought you were going out?" she said to Draco. She had apparently not noticed Hermione, who was standing behind Draco.
"I was, but I got sidetracked," he said. He then moved aside and the girl noticed Hermione.
"Oh, you didn't tell me we had company coming. I supose this is one of your friends from Hogwarts."
"You could say that." Draco turned back to Hermione, there's a bathroom down the hall, you can go wash you face if you like." he said
"Thanks," Hermione said, and she headed toward the bathroom. A minute later she came back into the room and it seemed the girl and Draco were having an argument.
"Draco, if Father found out she was here, we'd be worse than dead and you know that. She's muggle born!!"
"And you know as well as I do that Lucius won't come here this summer."
"Well, even if it is the girl you say it is-"
"It is her, or she wouldn't have answered when I said Granger," Draco said interuping her
"I thought you hated her!" she yelled
"No I don't!" Draco yelled back.
"Oh, I get it Draco," the girl shrieked, "you fancy her! (Draco's pale cheeks blushed red) Just wait till I tell Pansy!" Draco's cheeks turned if possible, even reader. His face would have matched Ron's hair.
"Don't you dare," he snaraled.
"Wait, do you?" Hermione asked.
Draco turned to her. Apparently he hadn't noticed she was there. And his face no resembled Harry's scarlet Quidditch robes. His mouth was moving but he didn't seem to be able to get any words out. Finally after about a minute of stuttering, he found his throat.
"To tell you the truth Hermione, I'm not really sure," There was an akward silence. Then Draco spoke again. "By the way Hermione, this is my sister," he gestured to the girl, "Alacia"
"How do you do," Hermione held out her hand, and Alacia shook it.
"I met Harry this summr, he was at the camp I went to." Alacia said
"Harry's one of my best friends, him and Ron." Hermione said
"Ron?"
"Yes, Ron Weasly."
"Shall we make dinner?" Draco said, obviously looking for a change of topic, as Alacia was looking at Hermione with a very strange expression on her face. As they walked into the kitchen Hermione pulled Draco aside.
"You know, you're really differnt out of school Draco."
"Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know."
"So what are you doing here?"
Hermione was about to answer, but Alacia called in from the kitchen, "Are you two coming or not?" Draco lead Hermione into the kitchen.
"The dining room is through that door," he said, pointing into the room that was connecting the kitchen to the dining room.
"No, I'll help." for some reason Draco seemed very taken aback by this.
"You're the guest."
"That doesn't matter, I'll help make dinner."
When they all sat down that night, Hermione had a very hard time ajusting to the fact that this was Draco Malfoy.
"I wish I could stay here for the rest of the summer." Hermione said at the end of the meal. Dinner had been a very enjoyable afair, not unlike the dinner at the burrow.
"I know, but we leave in two weeks anyway." Alacia said
"We could convince Lucius to let us stay until Sept. first," Draco said. For some reason he seemed very keen to spend the summer with Hermione.
"It doesn't matter, the Weaslys are expecting me at the end of my stay here. I could write, but how do I explain to Ron that I'm staying with you." Hermione said.
There was a long silence, and Draco had grabbed Hermiones hand under the table, trying to comfort her, because she looked like she would cry. And even though it was Draco Malfoy holding her hand, she had no urge to pull away, none at all.
~~~Well what did you think?? please review. and i really hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here but the character Alacia. Even the campers in chapter 2 are not mine, they really exist!! Jamie, Alison, Eva, and anyone else metioned there are real people.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry's best friend, Ron Weasly called when he saw Harry exiting the plane. "Good to see you, so how was the camp the muggles sent you to?"
Harry laughed, "Considering that half the camp calls it `Child Labor Camp', what do you think?" Everyone laughed.
"Common Harry, Dads got some cars waiting out front," Fred said.
The trip back to the burrow was enjoyable, but Harry couldn't wait to get out of the car. Not that he didn't like the Weaslys, but being in the car just wasn't his first pick right now. An hour long bus ride followed by a four hour plane ride will do that to you. Not to mention the time change.
"So Ron, have you heard from Hermione yet?" Harry asked.
"No," said Ron, "and I expect she written to you either, or you wouldn't be asking me. I don't know why she hasn't written, but she's supposed to be in Bugaria, you know, with Krum."
"Yeah she's probably just having such a good time she hasn't had time to write.
Little did both boys know that she was in Bulgaria, but she wasn't with Krum.
***
Hermione had gotten to Bulgaria as planned, but Krum hadn't been at the airport to meet her. She had gone to a nearby cab depot and asked if she could get a cab to Krums place. The cab took her there, and left her at the front gate. She walked away into the large grounds on his house. And then she saw something that made her stop dead.
She had expected to see Krum standing in the doorway, shocked to see that she had made it there herself. But instead she had walked in on him snogging with another girl, an older girl. When they finally broke apart the girl said something to Krum in Bulgarian that Hermione understood only to well. (A/N: Hermione had been learning to speak Bulgarian so she could talk to the people in Bulgaria)
"I expect I should go know." she said
"No I do not think Herm-own-ninny will be here for another hour," and he kissed her again.
"But don't you think it is a little rude to do this to her," the girl said, "I mean, shouldn't you tell her now, you don't need information on the tornoment anymore."
"No, but I did hear somewhere that Potter was going to play Quiditch for England, and our first game is against England. You do want us to win, don't you."
Hermione had heard enough. She began to walk forward. At that moment the other girl noticed her. She said something to Krum, who turned around and tried to look like nothing had happened. He started to say something but Hermione wasn't listening. She walked right up and slapped Krum. For a moment he looked really hurt, and the other girl looked really shocked. Then Hermione ran off into the street, crying.
Hermione finally stopped running and sat down on a front porch of a large house and continiued her crying. How could Krum do that to her. She had trusted him. Suddenly she looked up, the door of the house she she had been crying on the step of had opened. And a cry of surprise had issued from the mouth of the person who had opened the door. A person who was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Granger?! What are you doing here?!" he near screamed. His eyes fell on her tear-stained face and her bloodshot eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked, sounding like he really cared. But Hermione didn't care how he felt, he was Malfoy, the person who had made her life miserable since he had met her, and she just didn't feel like pouring her heart and soul out to him at the moment.
"None of your business Malfoy. I just picked the wrong door step to sit on, thats all," she said
"Do you want to come in, it is kind of cold outside," he said. Hermione was taken aback, why was he being so nice?
"Um... all right," she said. She followed him into the house. Just then a girl appered on the staircase in the front hall.
"I thought you were going out?" she said to Draco. She had apparently not noticed Hermione, who was standing behind Draco.
"I was, but I got sidetracked," he said. He then moved aside and the girl noticed Hermione.
"Oh, you didn't tell me we had company coming. I supose this is one of your friends from Hogwarts."
"You could say that." Draco turned back to Hermione, there's a bathroom down the hall, you can go wash you face if you like." he said
"Thanks," Hermione said, and she headed toward the bathroom. A minute later she came back into the room and it seemed the girl and Draco were having an argument.
"Draco, if Father found out she was here, we'd be worse than dead and you know that. She's muggle born!!"
"And you know as well as I do that Lucius won't come here this summer."
"Well, even if it is the girl you say it is-"
"It is her, or she wouldn't have answered when I said Granger," Draco said interuping her
"I thought you hated her!" she yelled
"No I don't!" Draco yelled back.
"Oh, I get it Draco," the girl shrieked, "you fancy her! (Draco's pale cheeks blushed red) Just wait till I tell Pansy!" Draco's cheeks turned if possible, even reader. His face would have matched Ron's hair.
"Don't you dare," he snaraled.
"Wait, do you?" Hermione asked.
Draco turned to her. Apparently he hadn't noticed she was there. And his face no resembled Harry's scarlet Quidditch robes. His mouth was moving but he didn't seem to be able to get any words out. Finally after about a minute of stuttering, he found his throat.
"To tell you the truth Hermione, I'm not really sure," There was an akward silence. Then Draco spoke again. "By the way Hermione, this is my sister," he gestured to the girl, "Alacia"
"How do you do," Hermione held out her hand, and Alacia shook it.
"I met Harry this summr, he was at the camp I went to." Alacia said
"Harry's one of my best friends, him and Ron." Hermione said
"Ron?"
"Yes, Ron Weasly."
"Shall we make dinner?" Draco said, obviously looking for a change of topic, as Alacia was looking at Hermione with a very strange expression on her face. As they walked into the kitchen Hermione pulled Draco aside.
"You know, you're really differnt out of school Draco."
"Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know."
"So what are you doing here?"
Hermione was about to answer, but Alacia called in from the kitchen, "Are you two coming or not?" Draco lead Hermione into the kitchen.
"The dining room is through that door," he said, pointing into the room that was connecting the kitchen to the dining room.
"No, I'll help." for some reason Draco seemed very taken aback by this.
"You're the guest."
"That doesn't matter, I'll help make dinner."
When they all sat down that night, Hermione had a very hard time ajusting to the fact that this was Draco Malfoy.
"I wish I could stay here for the rest of the summer." Hermione said at the end of the meal. Dinner had been a very enjoyable afair, not unlike the dinner at the burrow.
"I know, but we leave in two weeks anyway." Alacia said
"We could convince Lucius to let us stay until Sept. first," Draco said. For some reason he seemed very keen to spend the summer with Hermione.
"It doesn't matter, the Weaslys are expecting me at the end of my stay here. I could write, but how do I explain to Ron that I'm staying with you." Hermione said.
There was a long silence, and Draco had grabbed Hermiones hand under the table, trying to comfort her, because she looked like she would cry. And even though it was Draco Malfoy holding her hand, she had no urge to pull away, none at all.
~~~Well what did you think?? please review. and i really hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here but the character Alacia. Even the campers in chapter 2 are not mine, they really exist!! Jamie, Alison, Eva, and anyone else metioned there are real people.
