Chapter Three
Wow, I am updating a lot. I guess that means I have no life. Oh well, enjoy!!!!
Hermione opened her letter from Rini on the floor of her room with Sel Meig perched on her shoulder. She shifted her robes around, trying to get comfortable. She hated how baggy they were. When she was at her cousin Brent's this summer, she had grown used to short skirts, board shorts, tank tops and Bikinis. Brent's friends drooled over her, and she loved it. Even now, all the boys at Hogwarts had noticed her; even ferret had been watching her sometimes. The down side was that Ron acted different to her. How strange it was to know your best friend checked you out. Ron loved to wrap an arm around her shoulder like they were dating. She opened the letter, one hand over her mouth as she read quietly to herself.
Dearest Mi.
Glad to get a reply so soon? There are so many things that I want to talk to you about, majority of it must be said in person thought. I will say that you should not show anyone (besides your three friends) the necklace. Its meaning will be recognized, and I don't want that before you have had time to figure it out for yourself. It has two purposes, when it grows warm you are in danger. The other meaning I will tell you later. Oh dearest little sister, the things that have happened to me over these past years has made me think about my past and the decisions I made. I do not regret leaving London, though I have always regretted leaving you behind. I am thirty now, can you believe it, though I don't look it. You'll meet my dearest friends soon, they are good people, and some boys are just your age. No, I am not like mother, trying to push you off on every rich boy, but I am throwing some good candidates your way. Do not tell mother about my letters. I received a howler from her when I wrote to her saying I was looking for you. Anyway, I love you.
Rini Hermione's eyes welled up with tears and she laughed, happy to have her sister, sad to hear of her mother's actions. She waved her wand at the door to close it and ran a bath. She was going to her secret room to write her letter tonight, but she wanted to look nice for dinner. She wanted to count how many eyes glanced her way. ~~~~~~~~~ Draco heard Hermione giggle, and then her door slammed shut. 'Probably some muggle boyfriend who asked her mommy to send her a letter. Stupid mudblood.' He said, slipping the necklace over his head and tucking it into his shirt. It was definitely not something he wanted anyone to see. Although the Aleve-Reia was very secretive, she would not have given him this for nothing. He tried to figure it out, but nothing came to him. Then a knock came form the portrait. Draco walked slowly down the stairs and said, "Enter." The portrait swung open and in stepped Potter and Weasley. "What?" Draco bit. They ignored him and walked up to Hermione's room, opening her door with out a knock and slamming it shut closed again. Harry Gasped and backed up, and Ron sputtered, "I am so sorry!" Draco laughed as Hermione came storming down the stairs and Ron and Harry cowered beside each other. She was gorgeous in a bathrobe, freshly showered. Her wet hair was French braided and she had a little bit of make up on. "Don't you ever knock????" She practically screamed. "I said sorry, I didn't think..." Ron's eyes never left her body. "Yeah, you didn't think! This is my private room, you should always knock! Damn it Ron, Harry. I am not one of your male friends that you can just walk in on! Now go sit on the couch until I am ready, clear???" They nodded and Hermione rushed up the stairs. They looked horrible, Draco noted, sitting dejected on that couch. She chuckled and they both turned to glare at him. "What's so funny, Malfoy?" "You and your Weasel, Potter. Even a Malfoy knows not to enter a female's room uninvited. Doing so is like asking her to cut your dick off. You two should have known better." Draco was almost fully laughing by the last word. "Thanks for the entertainment." Draco walked up to his room, not caring what they said. When he reached his door, he heard Hermione's open. He turned and gasped. She was in black slacks with a slit from her knees to the floor in front that shimmered red when she moved, and a red tank top with black trim. She wore black lace up boots and what looked like red thigh highs. She was almost tempted to kiss her, to prove whether or not she was the temptress that this outfit made her seem. She turned to look at him. "What?" She spoke almost nicely to him. "You are such a Giffindor." "Fuck off." Draco smirked. "When did miss perfect get herself a dirty mouth?" Hermione glared at him, and then got the courage to do what her sister would have done, or so she thought. She walked right up to him and said in a seductive voice, "I learned a lot of things this summer, and had many excellent examples to rely on." She whispered in his ear, making his jaw drop and his eyes widen. "So remember this, I don't need a wand to kick your ass." She kneed him then, and he collapsed on the stairs. She walked away, her hips swaying, leaving Malfoy to nurse his wounded manhood.
** Harry, Ron and Hermione walked to the Great Hall, Harry in jeans and a black muscle tee and Ron in khakis and wife beater. They laughed a lot, talking about the day Neville blew up his potion all over Malfoy. "It has to suck, rooming with him." Ron said when they entered the great hall. "I can handle it Ron. Brent and his friends taught me how to take care of my self. I learned a lot from them, like how to be a real kid for once." "Hermione Granger, a real kid?" Harry acted shocked. "Slacking off and pulling pranks?" Ron acted horrified. Hermione smacked both of them in the back of the head. "Shut up." She giggled, and walked down to sit by Ginny, with Ron and Harry sitting across from them. She whispered to Ginny. "Keep count." Ginny Grinned. "Twelve so far, five from my brother." Ginny had grown into a gorgeous red head, slim and tall. Unfortunately for Hermione, Ginny was 5'7" three inches taller than Hermione. Ginny didn't see the looks, and didn't care. She was in love with Harry, and only had eye for him. They ate slowly, talking and laughing with each other. Dean sat down beside her, and watched intently. She was discussing the next Hogmeade trip when she felt Dean's hand on her leg. She turned abruptly, grabbing his hand and twisting it around. "If you ever touch me with out permission again," she yelled, not noticing the entire Great Hall staring at her, "I will personally rip your balls from your body and feed them to you." She twisted his arm farther. "Understand that I am not a piece of ass for you to paw over. You want that, go paw some slut." "I apologize." Dean winced in pain. "I don't believe you, but fine." She let go, and he rubbed his wrist. She then grabbed his collar and whispered in his ear. "And to think, I thought I actually liked you." She was calm in her voice, and let him go. She got up and left the great hall, and Hermione got back to her dinner. She saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny staring at her. "What?"
"You've changed, Mines." Harry said, while he closed Ron's mouth with his finger. "Harry, I just know my boundaries, and he crossed a big one. I haven't changed, just grown up." Ginny put an arm around her shoulder. "You'll have to teach me that one. Guys here don't expect us to not use our wands. I would like to know how to defend myself with my hands and feet." The rest of the meal was quiet, and Hermione finished first, excusing herself upstairs to study. Ginny said, "78." Hermione laughed. She knew that they would look. She left the great hall, walking to what seemed to be the Heads dorm. She turned sharply at the hall and walked into her secret room. She opened the window and Sel Meig flew in. "Take a load off, Sel. I still have to write the letter." She plopped down on the couch that sat against the wall under the window with a notebook and an actual pen. With a wave of her wand, she turned on her stereo that Dumbledore had spelled to work in the school. He said that she was the top student in school, and deserved extra privileges. She turned on "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan and started her letter.
Rini,
Momma's been driving me nuts, lately. That's why I spent the summer at Uncle Ben's. She thinks that I will marry some devastatingly rich man and make her a wealthy grandmother. I don't even know if I want to marry. I hate to think of myself stuffed into a house full of babies and cleaning and cooking. I want to see everything in the world. I want an actual life. I was thinking about becoming a teacher here at Hogwarts, or maybe even travel the world.
What ever I do, I know she'll try and hold me back. She had the guts to ask me if I had lost my virginity this summer, because she heard my uncle tell me to not spend all night with the guys. Can you believe her?
Rini, I wish I never have to go back to her. I do not want any more of her sit up straights or her watch your grades. I know I have to, but I don't think I can stand much longer of it.
I want to see you so bad. Please come visit me for the Halloween Ball. I will even agree to take one of those boys as my date if you come.
Well, have to go, Hogmeade trip tomorrow, and I need to figure out what I need to get for the ball. Love yas.
Mi.
Hermione folded it and handed it to Sel Meig. She didn't have to tell the bird where to go, it knew the way. She glanced at her desk, seeing the necklace. Walking over, she picked it up and put it on. It made her smile. She knew she had to put something on over her top so no one would notice it, and remembered a long sleeve silk button up shirt she had left in the room one night. She grabbed it and put it on, and looked in the mirror. She looked like an American witch, the girls who thought they could make magic.
She looked down at the pendant, and sighed. She finally had a piece of Rini. She finally had a piece of the sister she never knew. She slipped it into her shirt, and switched CDs in her player, putting in Christina Augliera. She wanted to practice muggle moves for the Halloween ball, which was going to be run like a muggle costume party. Hermione was going as an American gothic witch, and was trying to figure out what would complete the outfit. She figured it out. A date. However, there was no one here that she wanted to go with, not even Ron. He had asked Lavender at Lunch the day before.
Oh well, she thought, won't be the first time I go alone. She pulled the necklace up and plopped into down inside her shirt. She wanted to keep it on, but it would severely restrict her weekend wardrobe. She shrugged at that thought and walked out of her secret room, running directly into Malfoy.
Wow, I am updating a lot. I guess that means I have no life. Oh well, enjoy!!!!
Hermione opened her letter from Rini on the floor of her room with Sel Meig perched on her shoulder. She shifted her robes around, trying to get comfortable. She hated how baggy they were. When she was at her cousin Brent's this summer, she had grown used to short skirts, board shorts, tank tops and Bikinis. Brent's friends drooled over her, and she loved it. Even now, all the boys at Hogwarts had noticed her; even ferret had been watching her sometimes. The down side was that Ron acted different to her. How strange it was to know your best friend checked you out. Ron loved to wrap an arm around her shoulder like they were dating. She opened the letter, one hand over her mouth as she read quietly to herself.
Dearest Mi.
Glad to get a reply so soon? There are so many things that I want to talk to you about, majority of it must be said in person thought. I will say that you should not show anyone (besides your three friends) the necklace. Its meaning will be recognized, and I don't want that before you have had time to figure it out for yourself. It has two purposes, when it grows warm you are in danger. The other meaning I will tell you later. Oh dearest little sister, the things that have happened to me over these past years has made me think about my past and the decisions I made. I do not regret leaving London, though I have always regretted leaving you behind. I am thirty now, can you believe it, though I don't look it. You'll meet my dearest friends soon, they are good people, and some boys are just your age. No, I am not like mother, trying to push you off on every rich boy, but I am throwing some good candidates your way. Do not tell mother about my letters. I received a howler from her when I wrote to her saying I was looking for you. Anyway, I love you.
Rini Hermione's eyes welled up with tears and she laughed, happy to have her sister, sad to hear of her mother's actions. She waved her wand at the door to close it and ran a bath. She was going to her secret room to write her letter tonight, but she wanted to look nice for dinner. She wanted to count how many eyes glanced her way. ~~~~~~~~~ Draco heard Hermione giggle, and then her door slammed shut. 'Probably some muggle boyfriend who asked her mommy to send her a letter. Stupid mudblood.' He said, slipping the necklace over his head and tucking it into his shirt. It was definitely not something he wanted anyone to see. Although the Aleve-Reia was very secretive, she would not have given him this for nothing. He tried to figure it out, but nothing came to him. Then a knock came form the portrait. Draco walked slowly down the stairs and said, "Enter." The portrait swung open and in stepped Potter and Weasley. "What?" Draco bit. They ignored him and walked up to Hermione's room, opening her door with out a knock and slamming it shut closed again. Harry Gasped and backed up, and Ron sputtered, "I am so sorry!" Draco laughed as Hermione came storming down the stairs and Ron and Harry cowered beside each other. She was gorgeous in a bathrobe, freshly showered. Her wet hair was French braided and she had a little bit of make up on. "Don't you ever knock????" She practically screamed. "I said sorry, I didn't think..." Ron's eyes never left her body. "Yeah, you didn't think! This is my private room, you should always knock! Damn it Ron, Harry. I am not one of your male friends that you can just walk in on! Now go sit on the couch until I am ready, clear???" They nodded and Hermione rushed up the stairs. They looked horrible, Draco noted, sitting dejected on that couch. She chuckled and they both turned to glare at him. "What's so funny, Malfoy?" "You and your Weasel, Potter. Even a Malfoy knows not to enter a female's room uninvited. Doing so is like asking her to cut your dick off. You two should have known better." Draco was almost fully laughing by the last word. "Thanks for the entertainment." Draco walked up to his room, not caring what they said. When he reached his door, he heard Hermione's open. He turned and gasped. She was in black slacks with a slit from her knees to the floor in front that shimmered red when she moved, and a red tank top with black trim. She wore black lace up boots and what looked like red thigh highs. She was almost tempted to kiss her, to prove whether or not she was the temptress that this outfit made her seem. She turned to look at him. "What?" She spoke almost nicely to him. "You are such a Giffindor." "Fuck off." Draco smirked. "When did miss perfect get herself a dirty mouth?" Hermione glared at him, and then got the courage to do what her sister would have done, or so she thought. She walked right up to him and said in a seductive voice, "I learned a lot of things this summer, and had many excellent examples to rely on." She whispered in his ear, making his jaw drop and his eyes widen. "So remember this, I don't need a wand to kick your ass." She kneed him then, and he collapsed on the stairs. She walked away, her hips swaying, leaving Malfoy to nurse his wounded manhood.
** Harry, Ron and Hermione walked to the Great Hall, Harry in jeans and a black muscle tee and Ron in khakis and wife beater. They laughed a lot, talking about the day Neville blew up his potion all over Malfoy. "It has to suck, rooming with him." Ron said when they entered the great hall. "I can handle it Ron. Brent and his friends taught me how to take care of my self. I learned a lot from them, like how to be a real kid for once." "Hermione Granger, a real kid?" Harry acted shocked. "Slacking off and pulling pranks?" Ron acted horrified. Hermione smacked both of them in the back of the head. "Shut up." She giggled, and walked down to sit by Ginny, with Ron and Harry sitting across from them. She whispered to Ginny. "Keep count." Ginny Grinned. "Twelve so far, five from my brother." Ginny had grown into a gorgeous red head, slim and tall. Unfortunately for Hermione, Ginny was 5'7" three inches taller than Hermione. Ginny didn't see the looks, and didn't care. She was in love with Harry, and only had eye for him. They ate slowly, talking and laughing with each other. Dean sat down beside her, and watched intently. She was discussing the next Hogmeade trip when she felt Dean's hand on her leg. She turned abruptly, grabbing his hand and twisting it around. "If you ever touch me with out permission again," she yelled, not noticing the entire Great Hall staring at her, "I will personally rip your balls from your body and feed them to you." She twisted his arm farther. "Understand that I am not a piece of ass for you to paw over. You want that, go paw some slut." "I apologize." Dean winced in pain. "I don't believe you, but fine." She let go, and he rubbed his wrist. She then grabbed his collar and whispered in his ear. "And to think, I thought I actually liked you." She was calm in her voice, and let him go. She got up and left the great hall, and Hermione got back to her dinner. She saw Harry, Ron, and Ginny staring at her. "What?"
"You've changed, Mines." Harry said, while he closed Ron's mouth with his finger. "Harry, I just know my boundaries, and he crossed a big one. I haven't changed, just grown up." Ginny put an arm around her shoulder. "You'll have to teach me that one. Guys here don't expect us to not use our wands. I would like to know how to defend myself with my hands and feet." The rest of the meal was quiet, and Hermione finished first, excusing herself upstairs to study. Ginny said, "78." Hermione laughed. She knew that they would look. She left the great hall, walking to what seemed to be the Heads dorm. She turned sharply at the hall and walked into her secret room. She opened the window and Sel Meig flew in. "Take a load off, Sel. I still have to write the letter." She plopped down on the couch that sat against the wall under the window with a notebook and an actual pen. With a wave of her wand, she turned on her stereo that Dumbledore had spelled to work in the school. He said that she was the top student in school, and deserved extra privileges. She turned on "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan and started her letter.
Rini,
Momma's been driving me nuts, lately. That's why I spent the summer at Uncle Ben's. She thinks that I will marry some devastatingly rich man and make her a wealthy grandmother. I don't even know if I want to marry. I hate to think of myself stuffed into a house full of babies and cleaning and cooking. I want to see everything in the world. I want an actual life. I was thinking about becoming a teacher here at Hogwarts, or maybe even travel the world.
What ever I do, I know she'll try and hold me back. She had the guts to ask me if I had lost my virginity this summer, because she heard my uncle tell me to not spend all night with the guys. Can you believe her?
Rini, I wish I never have to go back to her. I do not want any more of her sit up straights or her watch your grades. I know I have to, but I don't think I can stand much longer of it.
I want to see you so bad. Please come visit me for the Halloween Ball. I will even agree to take one of those boys as my date if you come.
Well, have to go, Hogmeade trip tomorrow, and I need to figure out what I need to get for the ball. Love yas.
Mi.
Hermione folded it and handed it to Sel Meig. She didn't have to tell the bird where to go, it knew the way. She glanced at her desk, seeing the necklace. Walking over, she picked it up and put it on. It made her smile. She knew she had to put something on over her top so no one would notice it, and remembered a long sleeve silk button up shirt she had left in the room one night. She grabbed it and put it on, and looked in the mirror. She looked like an American witch, the girls who thought they could make magic.
She looked down at the pendant, and sighed. She finally had a piece of Rini. She finally had a piece of the sister she never knew. She slipped it into her shirt, and switched CDs in her player, putting in Christina Augliera. She wanted to practice muggle moves for the Halloween ball, which was going to be run like a muggle costume party. Hermione was going as an American gothic witch, and was trying to figure out what would complete the outfit. She figured it out. A date. However, there was no one here that she wanted to go with, not even Ron. He had asked Lavender at Lunch the day before.
Oh well, she thought, won't be the first time I go alone. She pulled the necklace up and plopped into down inside her shirt. She wanted to keep it on, but it would severely restrict her weekend wardrobe. She shrugged at that thought and walked out of her secret room, running directly into Malfoy.