Author's Note: Hey! I've updated! Hope you like this next chapter! Big
thanks to all my reviewers! I love you guys so much! I'm going to start
another Draco/Hermione fic sometime soon. It's going to be slightly AU,
well, probably more than slightly. I'll keep you guys posted on it! I can
tell you the title though, 'I Never Should've Fallen In Love'. Enjoy!
Rating: Still PG-13!
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Hermione got through the next week without many difficulties. Only Harry and Ron's questions about what's going on, Malfoy's sudden change of heart, and if they could copy Hermione's charms notes. And to her complete surprise, Parvati and Lavender were becoming quite friendly with Hermione's new look. Only to get gossip about the Head Boy and Girl. Many people were well aware of Draco's change, some people say it's because he's tired from all his work, other's mostly Slytherins say Hermione bewitched him into being civil.
Hermione resumed her Head Girl duties and got the prefects organizing the Halloween party. On the outside, she was perfectly fine, except her appearance had drastically changed. She still was the miss-know-it-all bookworm she'd always had been, but Harry and Ron weren't fooled. They, if nobody else did, noticed she didn't talk unless was spoken too, and wasn't answering as many questions in class as usual. Malfoy always found an excuse to be with her during passing periods, much to their dismay. Hermione hardly noticed him, or her friends reactions. So they didn't say anything about it.
Ilyanna stopped by via floo powder on Thursday, getting Hermione to focus on something other than school work. She only stayed a bit, arranging lunch on Saturday, she had some exciting news to tell Hermione, or Di, as she liked to call her. This made the rest of the week fly by for Hermione, opening up and relaxing a bit.
Hermione rolled out of bed at around 9:30 Saturday morning, her hair back in a messy ponytail. She went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, trying to wake herself up. The water felt very refreshing on her skin, slowly washing away the stress of the week. Afterwards, she threw on some comfy velour light-blue drawstring pants, a spaghetti strap cami and some flipflops, her hair back in a messy bun. She grabbed her purse and headed out of her dorm at around 10:30, thinking to do a little shopping before lunch with Ilyanna.
"And where are you going?" A lazy drawl asked from their loveseat where Draco sat comfortably, reading a book, not looking up at her.
"To Hogsmeade." She said, without even turning to him. She opened their door but he spoke again before she could even get her foot out,
"Why?" Still not looking up from his book.
"Must you know what I'm doing at all times?" She closed the door and folded her arms across her chest. He looked up at her, with a cool expression on his face,
"I was entrusted to keep you out of trouble, and that's what I intend to do. So why are you going to Hogsmeade?"
"I hardly need a babysitter anymore, Draco, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself as you well know." She opened the door up again and started to leave once again.
"You still haven't answered my question, Granger." She turned back to see a very amused look on his face, with a cocky smirk to match. She rolled her tongue over her lips,
"You'd better wipe that smirk off of your face before I come over there and do it for you." She gave him a seductive smile, arousing his fantasies.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He gave her a wink and she just laughed,
"Get over yourself, Malfoy." Hermione left the dorm room, her eyes sparkling with laughter, feeling like herself for the first time this week. She left the prefects common room through the portrait of the Woman and gave her a smile, an odd feeling coming up in her mind about the portrait. But she brushed it off as soon as she reached the corridor. Not many people were up and about on this Saturday morning, not that Hermione minded, she liked the castle this way, it was nice and quiet, much like the Library. She opened the door to the outside and shielded her eyes from the sun. It was warm for September, she liked it. Glancing around, she descended the stairs quickly and made her way to Hogsmeade.
Hermione wondered about for awhile, her thoughts everywhere but in reality. She browsed some shops before going to the Three Broomsticks to meet Ilyanna for lunch. It wasn't very crowded, she wasn't used to it being so quiet. She scanned the tables, seeing if her friend was there yet. No. So Hermione grabbed a booth next to the window and ordered a vanilla milkshake and waited, watching the people passing by.
Ilyanna walked in about twenty minutes later, she was in a black tank top and low-rise jeans. Hermione motioned her over to the table, they hadn't known each other very long, yet there was a connection Hermione hadn't ever had with Harry, Ron or even Ginny.
"Hey, Di! How goes it?" Ilyanna asked, sitting down and waving to Madame Rosemerta.
"Fine I guess. Everything is just crazy it seems. It's all really a blur, but you have something exciting that can't wait! Tell me everything!" Hermione said, a smile across her face as she took a sip of her second milkshake.
"Well, you remember when I told you that I never met my mother?" Hermione nodded, "Well, she and I did keep in contact over the years, which helped me slightly with having no 'real' parents to guide me. And last Sunday, she showed up. I was totally confused when I first saw her, she looked more like a twenty year old, full of energy, just bursting to explore the world than my mother. It went along with her personality. I can't wait 'til you meet her!" Ilyanna ordered an iced tea from Madame Rosemerta and poured three sugar packs into it then stirred wildly., "She's gonna meet us here, after she visits Dumbledore, something about a myth and other stuff.But she'll be here!"
Hermione struggled to catch the last part, but didn't think much of it. She was too busy being happy for Ilyanna.
"That's wonderful!" Hermione said, taking another sip of her milkshake. Madame Rosemerta came over to the table,
"You girls ready to order?" Her face was in a sweet smile, which made her look years younger. The girls looked at each other, and smiled,
"Yeah, we'll have a basket of hot wings and a large pepperoni pizza. That should do for now." Hermione said, "Oh, and I would like another milkshake!" Rosemerta winked and left the two girls giggling. They talked together, getting to know each other more than they did. Hermione told Ilyanna about her explorations with Harry and Ron, and Ilyanna told her about the Magia School of Sorcery, and a few little details about Draco's childhood escapades. They sat there for awhile, just giggling like two school girls over a crush. At around 1:30, Rachel Kerrington walked into the Three Broomsticks, Draco Malfoy close behind her. Ilyanna looked up and called them over excitedly. Hermione looked up, a bit confused. They came over, Rachel smiling as she gave Ilyanna a hug, Draco smirked at Hermione, sitting down next to her,
"Di, This is my mother, Rachel Kerrington, Mom, this is Her-Aradia Magia, aka Hermione Granger!" Hermione smiled at her and held her hand out,
"Nice to see you again, Rachel!"
"Likewise, Aradia." Rachel smiled back at her. Ilyanna looked slightly confused,
"You've met?" She asked.
"Last Sunday, She came to tell us more about the Magia and something about a myth." Draco filled her in, Ilyanna nodded, still in the dark, but figured it'll clear up sometime.
"Speaking of which, That's the reason I brought Draco with me. I've found the myth." Rachel replied, sitting down next to her daughter.
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Hermione got through the next week without many difficulties. Only Harry and Ron's questions about what's going on, Malfoy's sudden change of heart, and if they could copy Hermione's charms notes. And to her complete surprise, Parvati and Lavender were becoming quite friendly with Hermione's new look. Only to get gossip about the Head Boy and Girl. Many people were well aware of Draco's change, some people say it's because he's tired from all his work, other's mostly Slytherins say Hermione bewitched him into being civil.
Hermione resumed her Head Girl duties and got the prefects organizing the Halloween party. On the outside, she was perfectly fine, except her appearance had drastically changed. She still was the miss-know-it-all bookworm she'd always had been, but Harry and Ron weren't fooled. They, if nobody else did, noticed she didn't talk unless was spoken too, and wasn't answering as many questions in class as usual. Malfoy always found an excuse to be with her during passing periods, much to their dismay. Hermione hardly noticed him, or her friends reactions. So they didn't say anything about it.
Ilyanna stopped by via floo powder on Thursday, getting Hermione to focus on something other than school work. She only stayed a bit, arranging lunch on Saturday, she had some exciting news to tell Hermione, or Di, as she liked to call her. This made the rest of the week fly by for Hermione, opening up and relaxing a bit.
Hermione rolled out of bed at around 9:30 Saturday morning, her hair back in a messy ponytail. She went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, trying to wake herself up. The water felt very refreshing on her skin, slowly washing away the stress of the week. Afterwards, she threw on some comfy velour light-blue drawstring pants, a spaghetti strap cami and some flipflops, her hair back in a messy bun. She grabbed her purse and headed out of her dorm at around 10:30, thinking to do a little shopping before lunch with Ilyanna.
"And where are you going?" A lazy drawl asked from their loveseat where Draco sat comfortably, reading a book, not looking up at her.
"To Hogsmeade." She said, without even turning to him. She opened their door but he spoke again before she could even get her foot out,
"Why?" Still not looking up from his book.
"Must you know what I'm doing at all times?" She closed the door and folded her arms across her chest. He looked up at her, with a cool expression on his face,
"I was entrusted to keep you out of trouble, and that's what I intend to do. So why are you going to Hogsmeade?"
"I hardly need a babysitter anymore, Draco, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself as you well know." She opened the door up again and started to leave once again.
"You still haven't answered my question, Granger." She turned back to see a very amused look on his face, with a cocky smirk to match. She rolled her tongue over her lips,
"You'd better wipe that smirk off of your face before I come over there and do it for you." She gave him a seductive smile, arousing his fantasies.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He gave her a wink and she just laughed,
"Get over yourself, Malfoy." Hermione left the dorm room, her eyes sparkling with laughter, feeling like herself for the first time this week. She left the prefects common room through the portrait of the Woman and gave her a smile, an odd feeling coming up in her mind about the portrait. But she brushed it off as soon as she reached the corridor. Not many people were up and about on this Saturday morning, not that Hermione minded, she liked the castle this way, it was nice and quiet, much like the Library. She opened the door to the outside and shielded her eyes from the sun. It was warm for September, she liked it. Glancing around, she descended the stairs quickly and made her way to Hogsmeade.
Hermione wondered about for awhile, her thoughts everywhere but in reality. She browsed some shops before going to the Three Broomsticks to meet Ilyanna for lunch. It wasn't very crowded, she wasn't used to it being so quiet. She scanned the tables, seeing if her friend was there yet. No. So Hermione grabbed a booth next to the window and ordered a vanilla milkshake and waited, watching the people passing by.
Ilyanna walked in about twenty minutes later, she was in a black tank top and low-rise jeans. Hermione motioned her over to the table, they hadn't known each other very long, yet there was a connection Hermione hadn't ever had with Harry, Ron or even Ginny.
"Hey, Di! How goes it?" Ilyanna asked, sitting down and waving to Madame Rosemerta.
"Fine I guess. Everything is just crazy it seems. It's all really a blur, but you have something exciting that can't wait! Tell me everything!" Hermione said, a smile across her face as she took a sip of her second milkshake.
"Well, you remember when I told you that I never met my mother?" Hermione nodded, "Well, she and I did keep in contact over the years, which helped me slightly with having no 'real' parents to guide me. And last Sunday, she showed up. I was totally confused when I first saw her, she looked more like a twenty year old, full of energy, just bursting to explore the world than my mother. It went along with her personality. I can't wait 'til you meet her!" Ilyanna ordered an iced tea from Madame Rosemerta and poured three sugar packs into it then stirred wildly., "She's gonna meet us here, after she visits Dumbledore, something about a myth and other stuff.But she'll be here!"
Hermione struggled to catch the last part, but didn't think much of it. She was too busy being happy for Ilyanna.
"That's wonderful!" Hermione said, taking another sip of her milkshake. Madame Rosemerta came over to the table,
"You girls ready to order?" Her face was in a sweet smile, which made her look years younger. The girls looked at each other, and smiled,
"Yeah, we'll have a basket of hot wings and a large pepperoni pizza. That should do for now." Hermione said, "Oh, and I would like another milkshake!" Rosemerta winked and left the two girls giggling. They talked together, getting to know each other more than they did. Hermione told Ilyanna about her explorations with Harry and Ron, and Ilyanna told her about the Magia School of Sorcery, and a few little details about Draco's childhood escapades. They sat there for awhile, just giggling like two school girls over a crush. At around 1:30, Rachel Kerrington walked into the Three Broomsticks, Draco Malfoy close behind her. Ilyanna looked up and called them over excitedly. Hermione looked up, a bit confused. They came over, Rachel smiling as she gave Ilyanna a hug, Draco smirked at Hermione, sitting down next to her,
"Di, This is my mother, Rachel Kerrington, Mom, this is Her-Aradia Magia, aka Hermione Granger!" Hermione smiled at her and held her hand out,
"Nice to see you again, Rachel!"
"Likewise, Aradia." Rachel smiled back at her. Ilyanna looked slightly confused,
"You've met?" She asked.
"Last Sunday, She came to tell us more about the Magia and something about a myth." Draco filled her in, Ilyanna nodded, still in the dark, but figured it'll clear up sometime.
"Speaking of which, That's the reason I brought Draco with me. I've found the myth." Rachel replied, sitting down next to her daughter.