Disclaimer: Everything is owned by JK Rowling, not me. Well I guess I own the plot lol
Chapter 4 - Diagon Alley
The last few weeks before term started went fast. It was two days before they went back, and Hermione had just arrived in Diagon Alley. She smiled as she saw the familiar wizarding shops.
"Let's get your books first, Hermione," her father said, leading the way to Flourish and Blotts. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had gotten very used to Diagon Alley, and roamed about it freely.
After buying The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six, and four other new books, the Grangers walked out of the bookshop, and headed towards the Apothecary, so Hermione could replenish her potion ingredients. When Hermione had bought all her new supplies, she and her parents sat outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, enjoying the sunshine and the delicious sundaes.
"Hermione, dear," Mrs. Granger said, "I've just noticed your robes are getting quite short for you. I think it's time to buy new ones again."
"Yes, I've noticed that, too," Hermione said, getting up. "I'll go and get fitted."
Hermione walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and saw no one inside. She peered into the doorway where the fitting took place, and looked around.
"Hello, dear," a voice startled her. Hermione spun around and saw Madam Malkin's warm smiling face. "Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Come, dear, we have someone else being fitted, as well."
Madam Malkin led Hermione into the fitting room. She stood up on the chair and began getting measured.
"Stand a bit farther away, Granger," a voice whispered in her ear. Hermione turned, and, with an unpleasant surprise, saw Pansy Parkinson. "I've just bathed, so don't get me all filthy."
"You must have to pay Galleons to find a size big enough for you," Hermione sneered. Pansy looked taken aback, but then she clenched her fists angrily.
"Dirty mudblood," Pansy mumbled under her breath.
"Pureblood cow," Hermione muttered, a triumphant smile on her face.
"All done!" Madam Malkin exclaimed, and Hermione jumped off the chair. Throwing a smirk at Pansy, she headed outside with her new robes.
"I think we've got everything now, Hermione, don't we?" Mrs. Granger asked when Hermione got back.
"Yes, I think we have," Hermione replied. "I wish I could have met up with Harry and Ron, though," she added hopefully.
"Maybe they already bought their supplies," Mrs. Granger suggested. "Honey, have you ever...thought about Harry in a, well, different way?" she asked with a grin on her face. Hermione flushed pink. "Oh, well, I was just asking, you know," Mrs. Granger said, shrugging. "I was thinking now that you're going to be sixteen in a few weeks, well...maybe it's time you have...a boyfriend."
Hermione looked at her mother. "I suppose...you're right. I haven't talked to Krum since last summer."
"Oh well, I think Harry's better looking, anyway," Mrs. Granger added, grinning. Hermione turned away, but she couldn't help the smile forming on her face.
Draco walked into the Leaky Cauldron. He walked over to his mother, who was talking to the bartender.
"Mother, I've got everything," Draco said to Narcissa.
"Everything? Good!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Your father will be at the Ministry for the whole day. He's got important business."
"I'm not surprised," Draco muttered.
"Cheer up, Draco! We'll go for an ice cream sundae," Narcissa said, smiling.
"I'm not a baby, anymore," Draco snapped. "Let's go home."
Narcissa's smile twitched for a second, but then she said, "Sure, let's go."
She gave the bartender a final nod and he bowed them out.
When they got back to the Malfoy Manor, Ruby, their house elf, had already cleaned up and prepared dinner. Narcissa and Draco sat in silence at the dinner table. The only sound was of their forks clinking. Draco stared absentmindedly at his food. Narcissa took notice of this, so she asked why he was not eating.
"I'm not hungry," Draco replied stiffly.
Narcissa hesitated, but then said, "If this is about your father--"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT HIM, ALRIGHT?!" Draco yelled. He got up and stomped upstairs, fuming. Behind him, Narcissa watched him go up, her face fallen.
Draco went up to his bedroom and slammed the door as hard as he could. He did not want to talk to anyone. He was better off in misery by himself.
Chapter 4 - Diagon Alley
The last few weeks before term started went fast. It was two days before they went back, and Hermione had just arrived in Diagon Alley. She smiled as she saw the familiar wizarding shops.
"Let's get your books first, Hermione," her father said, leading the way to Flourish and Blotts. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had gotten very used to Diagon Alley, and roamed about it freely.
After buying The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six, and four other new books, the Grangers walked out of the bookshop, and headed towards the Apothecary, so Hermione could replenish her potion ingredients. When Hermione had bought all her new supplies, she and her parents sat outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, enjoying the sunshine and the delicious sundaes.
"Hermione, dear," Mrs. Granger said, "I've just noticed your robes are getting quite short for you. I think it's time to buy new ones again."
"Yes, I've noticed that, too," Hermione said, getting up. "I'll go and get fitted."
Hermione walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and saw no one inside. She peered into the doorway where the fitting took place, and looked around.
"Hello, dear," a voice startled her. Hermione spun around and saw Madam Malkin's warm smiling face. "Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Come, dear, we have someone else being fitted, as well."
Madam Malkin led Hermione into the fitting room. She stood up on the chair and began getting measured.
"Stand a bit farther away, Granger," a voice whispered in her ear. Hermione turned, and, with an unpleasant surprise, saw Pansy Parkinson. "I've just bathed, so don't get me all filthy."
"You must have to pay Galleons to find a size big enough for you," Hermione sneered. Pansy looked taken aback, but then she clenched her fists angrily.
"Dirty mudblood," Pansy mumbled under her breath.
"Pureblood cow," Hermione muttered, a triumphant smile on her face.
"All done!" Madam Malkin exclaimed, and Hermione jumped off the chair. Throwing a smirk at Pansy, she headed outside with her new robes.
"I think we've got everything now, Hermione, don't we?" Mrs. Granger asked when Hermione got back.
"Yes, I think we have," Hermione replied. "I wish I could have met up with Harry and Ron, though," she added hopefully.
"Maybe they already bought their supplies," Mrs. Granger suggested. "Honey, have you ever...thought about Harry in a, well, different way?" she asked with a grin on her face. Hermione flushed pink. "Oh, well, I was just asking, you know," Mrs. Granger said, shrugging. "I was thinking now that you're going to be sixteen in a few weeks, well...maybe it's time you have...a boyfriend."
Hermione looked at her mother. "I suppose...you're right. I haven't talked to Krum since last summer."
"Oh well, I think Harry's better looking, anyway," Mrs. Granger added, grinning. Hermione turned away, but she couldn't help the smile forming on her face.
Draco walked into the Leaky Cauldron. He walked over to his mother, who was talking to the bartender.
"Mother, I've got everything," Draco said to Narcissa.
"Everything? Good!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Your father will be at the Ministry for the whole day. He's got important business."
"I'm not surprised," Draco muttered.
"Cheer up, Draco! We'll go for an ice cream sundae," Narcissa said, smiling.
"I'm not a baby, anymore," Draco snapped. "Let's go home."
Narcissa's smile twitched for a second, but then she said, "Sure, let's go."
She gave the bartender a final nod and he bowed them out.
When they got back to the Malfoy Manor, Ruby, their house elf, had already cleaned up and prepared dinner. Narcissa and Draco sat in silence at the dinner table. The only sound was of their forks clinking. Draco stared absentmindedly at his food. Narcissa took notice of this, so she asked why he was not eating.
"I'm not hungry," Draco replied stiffly.
Narcissa hesitated, but then said, "If this is about your father--"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT HIM, ALRIGHT?!" Draco yelled. He got up and stomped upstairs, fuming. Behind him, Narcissa watched him go up, her face fallen.
Draco went up to his bedroom and slammed the door as hard as he could. He did not want to talk to anyone. He was better off in misery by himself.