To France We Go
Hermione did not know how she passed the next 3 weeks, to her surprise and dismay she continued to room with Malfoy. Which had not been the most pleasant experience as can only be imagined. Crabbe and Goyle had been kicked out of the room with in the first couple days when it was apparent that this was not going to be a temporary arrangement. Which Hermione had been thankful for, she didn't want to be around Malfoy's goons, he was already enough trouble as it was.
She took more naps and thankfully much of the mourning sickness had gone away, replacing it were huge hunger appetites, now that she was eating for two. Already her belly was beginning to round. Although it was getting much bigger than it should have in her forth month; Hermione figured the baby was just very big. Malfoy was constantly making fun of her and had taken a nagging to calling her "fatty" or saying something like "So the mudblood gained a few pounds, by the way your going next week you will be as big as a hippogriff" (A/N kind of a lame diss but I could not think of anything else.) He had been the most unpleasant company. However when he was gone, she would look at his HW, and try to use his books for studying and did this until he found out only a few days ago and now was sure to lock them up just to make her life miserable. She would also spend much of the day taking long bathes. It was indeed a nice way to pass the time. She would spend this time thinking, what she did best. She would think about school work, not that she was getting any but she still spent time trying to figure out what others students were learning.
She figured that they must have been learning the "Delexia spell" which basically disables the wand for 5 seconds. Crucial, method in the dark arts. It had been banned from wizard use until recently, which obviously had to do with Voldemort's regain in power. Many spells that had been completely banned from the Minestry of Magic had been brought to life again, making the wizarding world much more dangerous than it already was. Now she sat rather comfortably on a train seat. All ways of escape had been blocked off. Plus the cold gray eyes of Draco Malfoy were upon her.
Neither of made any attempt of a conversation and instead spent the time glaring at each other never breaking eye contact. It been like this for the last 2 hours. Ever since Hogwarts was no longer in view. There was no comfort in either of them eyes only looks of pure hatred and disdain. It would be apparent to any stranger that these two hated each other beyond reason.
It was at the moment, when he withdrew his looks of loathsome and pulled out his wand.
"Accio Paper" she heard him say and with that a piece of paper came zooming towards them, he repeated the spell this time replacing paper with pen. He sat there with his paper and pen, aware that Hermione was watching his every single move. He got up and moved the train cart next store and began to write a letter.
Dear Father
We arrive in France in no less than a hour. I hope all will present itself well at the castle on my absence. As you know; I will be staying there for only 2 weeks and the girl will be staying until the last month of the last trimester. However I plan to stay in constant touch with the Dark Lord's plan so If anything should occur, it would be with in my best interests to be informed, and I will dissaperate as soon as possible.
From Your Son Draco Malfoy.
He scribble the letter in a brief slightly messing handwriting than his usual formal cursive which had taken years of perfection. He tied the letter to his eagle and sent it off back to Hogwarts. He watched the bird soar back the way they had just come and went back to Hermione who still remained to be sitting there.
She was looking out of the window, her checks pressed against the window a part of her looked so dead to him.
"Granger?" he asked with a level of uncertainty, which she noted immediately. She did not respond and countiue to look out the window. They were now crossing the English Channel, and in far distance she could she the borderline of France.
She forced herself to respond "Yes Malfoy" her eyes never leaving the views of the window. He sat down next to her. Once again the two resorted to silence for the remainder of the trip.
Sirus watched his godson pace around the cave. Apparently the subject of Hermione was a very sensitive one, and he noted not to bring it up again.
"It just doesn't seem right." Harry said as he ran his fingers through his now soft brown hair. (A/N he dyed it remember) "I mean how could she be so bloody stupid. The Hermione I knew would never do something that irresponsible.
"Harry she was very depressed. For all she knew both you and Ron could have been dead." Sirus responded sternly.
"So getting knocked up by your worst enemy, is going to help." Retorted Harry.
"She was confused not to mention probably had a little bit to much to drink, but that is aside the point. You need to focus on the future. You are one of the last hopes we have. We need to talk about revolutions." Harry nodded slowly.
"The Woods, they are going to help us." Sirus smiled at his godson.
"Excellent, Remus and I may have some old friends that might be willing to join in, although I have not talk to some in a few years and do not know where their beliefs stand." Harry nodded but where his mind was, was not where is heart was. For his heart was with Hermione.
The Manor was amazing, Hermione thought with a rare excitement she had not felt for ages. The windows all showed panoramic views of the English channel, and of the most loveliest gardens she had ever seen. Her room lay on the east wing. It was simply charming.
She had spent the last hour unpacking. Not that she had much to unpack but Malfoy's mother had her some maternity clothes which she was thankful for since her old clothes were getting a little tight. It was a rather big room almost too big for her taste. There were many mirrors and portraits in room. Manly of what appeared to be scowling Malfoy women all across the room. Who all appeared to be chatting about her in a disgusted manner. The Room was painted a navy blue with a what border. Her bed was a four poster one with satin silk sheets.
The only problem was that she would be spending the next to weeks alone with Malfoy, at least this time they had separate rooms.
Hermione did not know how she passed the next 3 weeks, to her surprise and dismay she continued to room with Malfoy. Which had not been the most pleasant experience as can only be imagined. Crabbe and Goyle had been kicked out of the room with in the first couple days when it was apparent that this was not going to be a temporary arrangement. Which Hermione had been thankful for, she didn't want to be around Malfoy's goons, he was already enough trouble as it was.
She took more naps and thankfully much of the mourning sickness had gone away, replacing it were huge hunger appetites, now that she was eating for two. Already her belly was beginning to round. Although it was getting much bigger than it should have in her forth month; Hermione figured the baby was just very big. Malfoy was constantly making fun of her and had taken a nagging to calling her "fatty" or saying something like "So the mudblood gained a few pounds, by the way your going next week you will be as big as a hippogriff" (A/N kind of a lame diss but I could not think of anything else.) He had been the most unpleasant company. However when he was gone, she would look at his HW, and try to use his books for studying and did this until he found out only a few days ago and now was sure to lock them up just to make her life miserable. She would also spend much of the day taking long bathes. It was indeed a nice way to pass the time. She would spend this time thinking, what she did best. She would think about school work, not that she was getting any but she still spent time trying to figure out what others students were learning.
She figured that they must have been learning the "Delexia spell" which basically disables the wand for 5 seconds. Crucial, method in the dark arts. It had been banned from wizard use until recently, which obviously had to do with Voldemort's regain in power. Many spells that had been completely banned from the Minestry of Magic had been brought to life again, making the wizarding world much more dangerous than it already was. Now she sat rather comfortably on a train seat. All ways of escape had been blocked off. Plus the cold gray eyes of Draco Malfoy were upon her.
Neither of made any attempt of a conversation and instead spent the time glaring at each other never breaking eye contact. It been like this for the last 2 hours. Ever since Hogwarts was no longer in view. There was no comfort in either of them eyes only looks of pure hatred and disdain. It would be apparent to any stranger that these two hated each other beyond reason.
It was at the moment, when he withdrew his looks of loathsome and pulled out his wand.
"Accio Paper" she heard him say and with that a piece of paper came zooming towards them, he repeated the spell this time replacing paper with pen. He sat there with his paper and pen, aware that Hermione was watching his every single move. He got up and moved the train cart next store and began to write a letter.
Dear Father
We arrive in France in no less than a hour. I hope all will present itself well at the castle on my absence. As you know; I will be staying there for only 2 weeks and the girl will be staying until the last month of the last trimester. However I plan to stay in constant touch with the Dark Lord's plan so If anything should occur, it would be with in my best interests to be informed, and I will dissaperate as soon as possible.
From Your Son Draco Malfoy.
He scribble the letter in a brief slightly messing handwriting than his usual formal cursive which had taken years of perfection. He tied the letter to his eagle and sent it off back to Hogwarts. He watched the bird soar back the way they had just come and went back to Hermione who still remained to be sitting there.
She was looking out of the window, her checks pressed against the window a part of her looked so dead to him.
"Granger?" he asked with a level of uncertainty, which she noted immediately. She did not respond and countiue to look out the window. They were now crossing the English Channel, and in far distance she could she the borderline of France.
She forced herself to respond "Yes Malfoy" her eyes never leaving the views of the window. He sat down next to her. Once again the two resorted to silence for the remainder of the trip.
Sirus watched his godson pace around the cave. Apparently the subject of Hermione was a very sensitive one, and he noted not to bring it up again.
"It just doesn't seem right." Harry said as he ran his fingers through his now soft brown hair. (A/N he dyed it remember) "I mean how could she be so bloody stupid. The Hermione I knew would never do something that irresponsible.
"Harry she was very depressed. For all she knew both you and Ron could have been dead." Sirus responded sternly.
"So getting knocked up by your worst enemy, is going to help." Retorted Harry.
"She was confused not to mention probably had a little bit to much to drink, but that is aside the point. You need to focus on the future. You are one of the last hopes we have. We need to talk about revolutions." Harry nodded slowly.
"The Woods, they are going to help us." Sirus smiled at his godson.
"Excellent, Remus and I may have some old friends that might be willing to join in, although I have not talk to some in a few years and do not know where their beliefs stand." Harry nodded but where his mind was, was not where is heart was. For his heart was with Hermione.
The Manor was amazing, Hermione thought with a rare excitement she had not felt for ages. The windows all showed panoramic views of the English channel, and of the most loveliest gardens she had ever seen. Her room lay on the east wing. It was simply charming.
She had spent the last hour unpacking. Not that she had much to unpack but Malfoy's mother had her some maternity clothes which she was thankful for since her old clothes were getting a little tight. It was a rather big room almost too big for her taste. There were many mirrors and portraits in room. Manly of what appeared to be scowling Malfoy women all across the room. Who all appeared to be chatting about her in a disgusted manner. The Room was painted a navy blue with a what border. Her bed was a four poster one with satin silk sheets.
The only problem was that she would be spending the next to weeks alone with Malfoy, at least this time they had separate rooms.