chapter two
Lesson One
Ginny looked out the apartment window and sighed. Hermione had been her room mate and friend since she left Hogwarts. She was worried about her. Hermione had go on an errand yesterday afternoon and still wasn't back. Tap tap
A owl jerked Genny back to reality. After letting the owl in and feeding him a treat, Ginny opened the letter.
Dear Ginny,
I'll be at M. Manor for a while. Please bring me my belongings. Thanks! ~Hermione PS. Don't bother bringing any clothes.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. This wasn't like Hermione to do something at the spur of the moment. As she went around the apartment collecting things, she thought that there must be a reasonable explanation for this.
~*~
Earlier that day:
Hermione rubbed her eyes and got out of the king sized bed. She had been put in a guest room the size of her apartment. She walked over stiffly to the bathroom and took a shower. When she got out, her bed was already made and there was a pile of clothes on top, with a note.
Hermione - Here are some of my mother's old robes. They'll have to do for now until we can get you fitted for some new ones. Don't worry, they're enchanted to fit and do hair. - DM
Hermione jotted down a letter to Ginny and picked up the first robe. This one was purple and had embroidered flowers around the cuffs and a square cut neck. She pulled it over her head. At first it was a bit baggy, but before she could blink, they fit exactly right, and her hair was in a braid. Satisfied with her appearance, she left the room. She walked down the stairs thumping as she went. Draco stood in the corner and clicked his tongue.
"Granger, Granger, Garanger. Your trying to be a lady, not a Troll. Now go back up and try again." Reluctantly, Hermione climbed back up the stairs and came back down swirling her hands and prancing to each step like a child pretending to be a fairy. Draco laughed.
"No no. Try again."
"Arg! Dammit,you try it then!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"Fine." He bounded up the stairs. When he came back down it looked as if he was floating. She looked to make sure he wasn't using magic, but surely enough, each of his feet was lightly touching the steps.
"How are you not gay?" She asked him grumpily.
"Try again " He commanded, ignoring her.
"Can't I just take a break for breakfa--"
"No!" he barked "not until you are bale to walk down the stairs without causing an earth quake. I'll be in the library. Don't even try sneaking into the kitchen." She knew better than to do that. Scowling at him, she trudged back up the stairs. ~*~
"Uh, sir?" Dandelion poked her head into the library. "A Ginny Weasly is here to see Miss Granger. She claims to be her room mate."
"Okay, send her in." Ginny walked in slowly. She had a suit case in one hand, and a very angry looking Crookshanks in the other. She looked at him skeptically. "I see. Here to rescue Hermione from the evil clutches of Malfroy are you? Well, she's in there take her away." He told Ginny cooly turning his back to her.
"Now, wait a minute. What Hermione does is none of my business. I just brought her things like she asked me to." With that, Ginny headed off towards the door leaving the bag and cat. On her way out she ran into Hermione who was on her way to protest to Draco.
"Hermione! Wow, you've really cleaned up!"
"Why thank you." Hermione tried to curtsy but instead landed on her butt. "Ah shit." Malfoy walked in.
"Whoa Granger. Enough with the language. Ladies only speak gently." Hermione got up stiffly and looked him in the eye.
"I loath you." She said in a deadly tone. "There, was that gentle enough? OR SHOULD I TALK LIKE SOME SILLY GIRL WHO GOT DROPPED ON HER HEAD TO MANY TIMES AS A BABY?" Hermione's face was red and her nails were digging into the flesh of her hand. Draco just looked at her. He was not fazed at all, in fact he was, in Hermione's opinion, disgustingly calm.
"I suggest that if you want to eat at all in the next week, you control your temper, or wait, no go ahead you have enough on you to last a month. Keep talking." Ginny snuck out. She didn't want to see what was going to happen next. But Hermione just stood there paralyzed in anger. "There's a good girl. I knew you love food to much to act out again." Hermione lunged at him. She had barley reached his neck when someone held her back.
"Easy now" Charles told her gently. He let her go and walked over to Draco. "I make a bet with you and this is how you plan on winning? Think about it Draco. You can't keep badgering her like this."
"Oh, I'll win this bet. You just keep out of it all right? If it worked for my family, it will work for her!" Draco stalked off leaving a very angry Hermione and a very worried Charles alone.
Lesson One
Ginny looked out the apartment window and sighed. Hermione had been her room mate and friend since she left Hogwarts. She was worried about her. Hermione had go on an errand yesterday afternoon and still wasn't back. Tap tap
A owl jerked Genny back to reality. After letting the owl in and feeding him a treat, Ginny opened the letter.
Dear Ginny,
I'll be at M. Manor for a while. Please bring me my belongings. Thanks! ~Hermione PS. Don't bother bringing any clothes.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. This wasn't like Hermione to do something at the spur of the moment. As she went around the apartment collecting things, she thought that there must be a reasonable explanation for this.
~*~
Earlier that day:
Hermione rubbed her eyes and got out of the king sized bed. She had been put in a guest room the size of her apartment. She walked over stiffly to the bathroom and took a shower. When she got out, her bed was already made and there was a pile of clothes on top, with a note.
Hermione - Here are some of my mother's old robes. They'll have to do for now until we can get you fitted for some new ones. Don't worry, they're enchanted to fit and do hair. - DM
Hermione jotted down a letter to Ginny and picked up the first robe. This one was purple and had embroidered flowers around the cuffs and a square cut neck. She pulled it over her head. At first it was a bit baggy, but before she could blink, they fit exactly right, and her hair was in a braid. Satisfied with her appearance, she left the room. She walked down the stairs thumping as she went. Draco stood in the corner and clicked his tongue.
"Granger, Granger, Garanger. Your trying to be a lady, not a Troll. Now go back up and try again." Reluctantly, Hermione climbed back up the stairs and came back down swirling her hands and prancing to each step like a child pretending to be a fairy. Draco laughed.
"No no. Try again."
"Arg! Dammit,you try it then!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"Fine." He bounded up the stairs. When he came back down it looked as if he was floating. She looked to make sure he wasn't using magic, but surely enough, each of his feet was lightly touching the steps.
"How are you not gay?" She asked him grumpily.
"Try again " He commanded, ignoring her.
"Can't I just take a break for breakfa--"
"No!" he barked "not until you are bale to walk down the stairs without causing an earth quake. I'll be in the library. Don't even try sneaking into the kitchen." She knew better than to do that. Scowling at him, she trudged back up the stairs. ~*~
"Uh, sir?" Dandelion poked her head into the library. "A Ginny Weasly is here to see Miss Granger. She claims to be her room mate."
"Okay, send her in." Ginny walked in slowly. She had a suit case in one hand, and a very angry looking Crookshanks in the other. She looked at him skeptically. "I see. Here to rescue Hermione from the evil clutches of Malfroy are you? Well, she's in there take her away." He told Ginny cooly turning his back to her.
"Now, wait a minute. What Hermione does is none of my business. I just brought her things like she asked me to." With that, Ginny headed off towards the door leaving the bag and cat. On her way out she ran into Hermione who was on her way to protest to Draco.
"Hermione! Wow, you've really cleaned up!"
"Why thank you." Hermione tried to curtsy but instead landed on her butt. "Ah shit." Malfoy walked in.
"Whoa Granger. Enough with the language. Ladies only speak gently." Hermione got up stiffly and looked him in the eye.
"I loath you." She said in a deadly tone. "There, was that gentle enough? OR SHOULD I TALK LIKE SOME SILLY GIRL WHO GOT DROPPED ON HER HEAD TO MANY TIMES AS A BABY?" Hermione's face was red and her nails were digging into the flesh of her hand. Draco just looked at her. He was not fazed at all, in fact he was, in Hermione's opinion, disgustingly calm.
"I suggest that if you want to eat at all in the next week, you control your temper, or wait, no go ahead you have enough on you to last a month. Keep talking." Ginny snuck out. She didn't want to see what was going to happen next. But Hermione just stood there paralyzed in anger. "There's a good girl. I knew you love food to much to act out again." Hermione lunged at him. She had barley reached his neck when someone held her back.
"Easy now" Charles told her gently. He let her go and walked over to Draco. "I make a bet with you and this is how you plan on winning? Think about it Draco. You can't keep badgering her like this."
"Oh, I'll win this bet. You just keep out of it all right? If it worked for my family, it will work for her!" Draco stalked off leaving a very angry Hermione and a very worried Charles alone.
