hey! thanks for all your reviews. Im not sure whether they'll be anymore Leigha and Hermione moments, most probablly though.
Chapter 8
She felt herself being carried by a strong pair of arms, she was moving. She kept her eyes closed and tried to remember what had happened.
Chanting. Rage. A strong wave of energy. Control. The shattering of glass. Falling. Darkness.
Then, one of the strong arms leave her, she knew he was at the entrance of her room, reaching for the door and behind that door, watching the Barney would be - Leigha!
" No, wait!" she screamed before that person could push the door open. The person let her go and she was now standing, guarding her door. " You can't go in - Malfoy?!" realisation hit her before she could finish her sentence. The one and only, Draco Malfoy was standing there, an amused expression covered his features. " Yes, Mudblood, it's me," he said coolly. Then, silence. Hermione leant against her oak doors and all she could hear was the faint singing of Leigha singing along with the television, " Please and thank you, they're all the magic words. Please and thank you, they are words that should be heard...,".
Hermione heard a faint chuckle coming from the figure which stood more than a head above her 5 foot 5 inch figure. She brought her attention from Leigha's singing to him. He was smirking, the infamous smirk. She stared at him. He stared back at her. This was a rather weird situation.
" What are you doing here?!" Hermione shouted, dropping out of the staring contest. " I was told to bring you into your room, if that's what you were wondering," he answered, once again, coolly. This was irritating Hermione. " Well, you can leave now," she told him, firmly.
" I don't think so, I was told to bring you into your room, not to your room," he said to her face. Hermione was tired and all she wanted to do was get some decent rest on her nice comforatble king-sized bed. ' That's all I want, is it so hard?!' her mind screamed silently out to the smirking Slytherin who was still standing before her. He was rather persistant.
" Well, then, I was unconscious, now I'm conscious and thus, you can go," she told him coolly, staring up at his face. " I was given direct orders from your father and brothers, whom, mind you, I have respect for," he told her, staring back at her.
Her face turned red. He was seriously getting on her nerves. Hermione could now hear Leigha singing," I love you, you love me...," in the room.
" Are we going to waiting here all day, Mudblood?" he asked, not a hint of impatience in his voice. " 'Cause I could but I'd rather go to the field and torture the new recruits," he told her, hinting that he could stay there all day, until she let him in. " But, on second thought, being here would be fun too, torturing you and all," he smirked at her. He was very irritating and Hermione's blood began to boil for the second time that day. Oh, he was just so insufferable!
They stood in the corridoor of the newly built wing. Hermione needed time alone to think about what had happened at training. The fall, was it exhaustion?
' Probably,' Hermione thought, leaning against the door. Now, Leigha was singing along to the Tellytubies, Barney had long been over. Hermione could hear the muffled noises of Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala and Po from the other side of the door and she could imagine Leigha waving her hands above her head and jumping around to the songs. She must have picked it up some dance moves from the bar Hermione used to work at.
Now, she longed to take a bath and cuddle with Leigha on their bed and nap for the whole afternoon. " Ugh!" Hermione gave up. " Wait here," she told him, firmly. He smirked in triumph but waited. Hermione pushed open the door slightly and squeezed through the whole she made for herself and very quickly, she shut the door.
Malfoy stood out in the corridors. He observed her wall, it was oak but it was painted with ballerinas, one of which was doing a beautiful pose and yet, she was tearing. Suddenly he heard trashing coming from the Mudblood's chambers. Beside's Pansy's bed chambers, he hadn't been into any other girls' ones and this one sounded lethal. You could hardly call Pansy's bed chambers a normal one, unless all girls had crimson red rose petals spreaded over their red covers and scented candles in their chambers.
The trashing finally subsided and Hermione's door opened, revealing a very sweaty Hermione. " What did you do in there, have a shag?" he asked, entering her chambers, looking around. She glared, hoping Leigha didn't hear it, or she'd have to explain it to her. " No, actually, I was cleaning up," she covered up. " Ah, who would've thought the know-it-all would be so messy?" he looked at her, the question seemed more like a statement. " You don't know me and I don't want to know anything about you, that's for sure," she glared at him even more, she knew she was right. He didn't know her and she didn't know him. She didn't want to know him. Heck, she didn't even want to be near him.
" Oh, but you'll have to," he said and turned to leave. Realising what he had just said, she tried to stop him. " Wait wh-," but he had already left, shutting the door with a light 'click'.
She sighed, this was confusing. Then, she remembered the white flash in the morning and became even for confused. First, the flash, then, the collapse at mental training and now, Draco Malfoy. Obviously, this new life came with a free package. She needed to do alot of thinking but right now, all she wanted was rest.
" You can come out, Leigha!" she shouted towards the bathroom, expecting a little girl of about a metre to come running out. When she didn't, Hermione went to the bathroom.
As she slid the doors open, she found a little girl, curled up in a ball, peacefully asleep. Leigha was sucking lightly on the right thumb. Hermione smiled slightly at the sight of her. She carried Leigha onto the bed and went to take a warm shower.
The warm water hit her skin, relaxing her contracted muscles and momentarily washed away the worries of Leigha and having to hide her scars. For half an hour, she stood in the spacious shower, just standing there, letting the lukewarm water hit her skin. Then, she turned the water cold to refresh herself and she stepped out. Dressing in a white long sleeved shirt and underwear, she headed for her bed.
' Finally,' she thought. She cuddled Leigha and fell asleep.
Chapter 8
She felt herself being carried by a strong pair of arms, she was moving. She kept her eyes closed and tried to remember what had happened.
Chanting. Rage. A strong wave of energy. Control. The shattering of glass. Falling. Darkness.
Then, one of the strong arms leave her, she knew he was at the entrance of her room, reaching for the door and behind that door, watching the Barney would be - Leigha!
" No, wait!" she screamed before that person could push the door open. The person let her go and she was now standing, guarding her door. " You can't go in - Malfoy?!" realisation hit her before she could finish her sentence. The one and only, Draco Malfoy was standing there, an amused expression covered his features. " Yes, Mudblood, it's me," he said coolly. Then, silence. Hermione leant against her oak doors and all she could hear was the faint singing of Leigha singing along with the television, " Please and thank you, they're all the magic words. Please and thank you, they are words that should be heard...,".
Hermione heard a faint chuckle coming from the figure which stood more than a head above her 5 foot 5 inch figure. She brought her attention from Leigha's singing to him. He was smirking, the infamous smirk. She stared at him. He stared back at her. This was a rather weird situation.
" What are you doing here?!" Hermione shouted, dropping out of the staring contest. " I was told to bring you into your room, if that's what you were wondering," he answered, once again, coolly. This was irritating Hermione. " Well, you can leave now," she told him, firmly.
" I don't think so, I was told to bring you into your room, not to your room," he said to her face. Hermione was tired and all she wanted to do was get some decent rest on her nice comforatble king-sized bed. ' That's all I want, is it so hard?!' her mind screamed silently out to the smirking Slytherin who was still standing before her. He was rather persistant.
" Well, then, I was unconscious, now I'm conscious and thus, you can go," she told him coolly, staring up at his face. " I was given direct orders from your father and brothers, whom, mind you, I have respect for," he told her, staring back at her.
Her face turned red. He was seriously getting on her nerves. Hermione could now hear Leigha singing," I love you, you love me...," in the room.
" Are we going to waiting here all day, Mudblood?" he asked, not a hint of impatience in his voice. " 'Cause I could but I'd rather go to the field and torture the new recruits," he told her, hinting that he could stay there all day, until she let him in. " But, on second thought, being here would be fun too, torturing you and all," he smirked at her. He was very irritating and Hermione's blood began to boil for the second time that day. Oh, he was just so insufferable!
They stood in the corridoor of the newly built wing. Hermione needed time alone to think about what had happened at training. The fall, was it exhaustion?
' Probably,' Hermione thought, leaning against the door. Now, Leigha was singing along to the Tellytubies, Barney had long been over. Hermione could hear the muffled noises of Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Lala and Po from the other side of the door and she could imagine Leigha waving her hands above her head and jumping around to the songs. She must have picked it up some dance moves from the bar Hermione used to work at.
Now, she longed to take a bath and cuddle with Leigha on their bed and nap for the whole afternoon. " Ugh!" Hermione gave up. " Wait here," she told him, firmly. He smirked in triumph but waited. Hermione pushed open the door slightly and squeezed through the whole she made for herself and very quickly, she shut the door.
Malfoy stood out in the corridors. He observed her wall, it was oak but it was painted with ballerinas, one of which was doing a beautiful pose and yet, she was tearing. Suddenly he heard trashing coming from the Mudblood's chambers. Beside's Pansy's bed chambers, he hadn't been into any other girls' ones and this one sounded lethal. You could hardly call Pansy's bed chambers a normal one, unless all girls had crimson red rose petals spreaded over their red covers and scented candles in their chambers.
The trashing finally subsided and Hermione's door opened, revealing a very sweaty Hermione. " What did you do in there, have a shag?" he asked, entering her chambers, looking around. She glared, hoping Leigha didn't hear it, or she'd have to explain it to her. " No, actually, I was cleaning up," she covered up. " Ah, who would've thought the know-it-all would be so messy?" he looked at her, the question seemed more like a statement. " You don't know me and I don't want to know anything about you, that's for sure," she glared at him even more, she knew she was right. He didn't know her and she didn't know him. She didn't want to know him. Heck, she didn't even want to be near him.
" Oh, but you'll have to," he said and turned to leave. Realising what he had just said, she tried to stop him. " Wait wh-," but he had already left, shutting the door with a light 'click'.
She sighed, this was confusing. Then, she remembered the white flash in the morning and became even for confused. First, the flash, then, the collapse at mental training and now, Draco Malfoy. Obviously, this new life came with a free package. She needed to do alot of thinking but right now, all she wanted was rest.
" You can come out, Leigha!" she shouted towards the bathroom, expecting a little girl of about a metre to come running out. When she didn't, Hermione went to the bathroom.
As she slid the doors open, she found a little girl, curled up in a ball, peacefully asleep. Leigha was sucking lightly on the right thumb. Hermione smiled slightly at the sight of her. She carried Leigha onto the bed and went to take a warm shower.
The warm water hit her skin, relaxing her contracted muscles and momentarily washed away the worries of Leigha and having to hide her scars. For half an hour, she stood in the spacious shower, just standing there, letting the lukewarm water hit her skin. Then, she turned the water cold to refresh herself and she stepped out. Dressing in a white long sleeved shirt and underwear, she headed for her bed.
' Finally,' she thought. She cuddled Leigha and fell asleep.