a/n: I am highly aware that Draco still calls Hermione a 'mudblood' but there is a reason behind it.
Chapter 9
Hermione felt a little finger poke her sides. " Myknee! Myknee!" a little girl whispered harshly into Hermione's ears. Hermione stirred and yawned. Leigha giggled. " Myknee, wake up you sleepy head! It's 4.30, time for tea!" Leigha exclaimed in a whisper, still poking Hermione's sides. Hermione laughed at the girl. " Alright, I'm getting up!" she whispered back. " Okay, what do you want for tea?" she asked Leigha, getting dressed in a pair of three-quarter Yoga pants and a long-sleeved shirt, for the nights in the manor were cold. " I want Cocoa Pops!" Leigha whispered to Hermione excitedly, searching Hermione's cupboard for her own sweater.
" So it's the usual then," Hermione reached the top drawer and took Leigha's sweater down, handing it to her. Leigha nodded her head, eyes shinning brightly as always.
Hermione walked over to the small room which was conected to her own. In there, was a large cabinet of junk food and drinks and in the cabinet lay a mini-refrigerator. She pulled out an open box of Cocoa Pops and poured it into a plastic cup and then opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of fresh milk. Hermione then poured the fresh milk into the cup, after taking a sip of it, she passed it to Leigha. " Hey!" Leigha exclaimed. Hermione had told her that she didn't have to whisper in this room because the walls were sound proof. " It's my tea, go and get your own," she said, playfully. Hermione just laughed.
" Actually, Leigha, it is time for me to get my own tea, Ill be back before dinner, " she informed the petite figure. " Myknee, come back sooner!" her Little Dragon exclaimed. " I'll try to come back A.S.A.P," she told Leigha, looking down at her. " That means as soon as possible, right?" Leigha made sure. " Right, smarty pants," Hermione smiled at her. Hermione heard her Little Dragon giggle as she closed the door.
Inside, the sixteen year-old was aching. She knew how much Leigha wanted to be exposed to everyone yet, she feared and because of her own fears, Leigha had to suffer. Worry constantly overwhelmed her, not knowing what Leigha was doing or whether she'd been found out by Mrs. Potts when she did her weekly rounds in everyone's chambers.
She walked down to the lounge, expecting trays and trays of food like there was at breakfast and everyone to be there having tea but no one was there. Winston, the only man-servant of the manor, walked past the young mistress, lavitating 4 trays of cakes. " Winston! " Hermione exclaimed to catch his attention. Winston steadily turned to Hermione, keeping his wand hand steady so as not to spill anything. " Yes, Miss Hermione?" he asked. " Winston, I was just wondering where the other's were, do you have any idea?" she asked him. " Oh yes, Miss, they're all at the Quidditch stands, having a picnic," he informed the brown haired girl. " Oh, thanks, Winston," Hermione said, before grabbing a slice of cake from the trays and running off towards the Pitch.
Eating the scrumptious marble cake she had just grabbed from one of the trays Winston was carrying, she walked casually towards the stands, where she could see a bunch of girls eating. As she came closer, she saw people flying on broomsticks, around the Quidditch Pitch and the gardens. She almost screamed in shock, when a male recruit swept past her. She walked up to the stands and sat down next to her sister.
" Hey, Mia, what are you doing down here?! " Nikki exclaimed loudly. " You shouldn't be down here, you should be resting!" she exclaimed even louder. " I'm fine, Nikki, just a little exhaustion, that's all," Hermione explained. Before Nikki could say anything else, Hermione realised something, the guys were flying all around the gardens and the girls were on the stands, admiring. The only girls who were flying were those on the Quidditch teams.
" Hey, Nikki," Hermione turned to her sister. " Why are all the guys and only the girls on the Quidditch teams flying?" she asked her twin. " Oh, that's because us girls are not allowed to fly, they say, it's highly unbecoming," Nikki told her. " And what about those girls' who are flying?" Hermione inquired. " Oh, they are rebelions and trust me, they're parent's weren't too happy when they found out they made the Quidditch team," Nikki told her. " Why would the captain allow them in then?" Hermione asked. " Because, the guys don't really care whether or not they fly," Nicola told Hermione as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
" Well, if that's so, why are you sitting here?" Hermione asked another question. " Because, you have to remember that those pricks flying over there," she said pointing at a few guys on the Pitch. " Are our brothers," she continued. " And the others are not flying because?" she asked another one. " They have brother's too," Nikki told her, eyes looking somewhere on the field. " Oh," that was all Hermione could say.
Suddenly, she got an idea and for the third time that day, adrenaline rushed through her. For the first time in her life, she needed to fly. Getting down from the stands, she heard Nikki exclaim," No, she's not going to do what I think she's going to do". As she sprinted towards the wooden shed, where so knew had alot of Lleu's old, yet powerful brooms, she heard Nikki exclaim," Lleu!". Hermione turned back and saw Lleu flying towards Nikki and Nikki pointing towards her. Then she saw Lleu flying towards her in such a high speed Hermione was afraid to move. He was still 50 metres away when Hermione managed to push the door open. She laughed, how fun this was!
She entered the shed and quickly looked around, she knew her brothers would all be coming to stop her now. She grabbed the nicest broom she could find and burst through the door. " WHOHOO!" she exclaimed, flying higher and higher. This was a first time she had enjoyed flying, the first time she needed to fly. She turned back and saw her brothers, her father, Zambini and Malfoy chasing after her. She sped up, determined to give them a challenge, although she hadn't flown in 6 years since First year but they said it was like riding a bicycle, you never forget how to ride it. She was slightly unstable though.
" Hermione!" she heard her brothers cry, they were catching up with her. " Darn it!" she muttered, still smiling. " Fayre Agatha Emmalynn Noelle Giselle Ebony Snape!" she heard her father roar. She knew that it was never a good idea to make her father angry. Hermione gave up, she slowed down and turned to face her father, brothers, Zambini and Malfoy. ' What the heck is Malfoy doing here?!' she thought to herself but was interupted with a loud, " What in Merlin's bloody beard did you think you were doing?!" she heard her father roar again. " Flying?" she answered timidly, truth be told, she was scared. " I know you were flying but - ," he cut himself off and went to hug his daughter. " Don't you ever do that again," he warned her, breaking the hug. " Yes?" he wanted to make sure. She silently nodded her head, she knew he was still upset with her so she decided to keep quiet.
They all flew down together. Severus, relieved and yet, angry. Hermione, slightly scared and yet, feeling exhilirated. The brothers, relieved and yet, angry and shocked at Hermione. Zambini and Malfoy, merely surprised.
Chapter 9
Hermione felt a little finger poke her sides. " Myknee! Myknee!" a little girl whispered harshly into Hermione's ears. Hermione stirred and yawned. Leigha giggled. " Myknee, wake up you sleepy head! It's 4.30, time for tea!" Leigha exclaimed in a whisper, still poking Hermione's sides. Hermione laughed at the girl. " Alright, I'm getting up!" she whispered back. " Okay, what do you want for tea?" she asked Leigha, getting dressed in a pair of three-quarter Yoga pants and a long-sleeved shirt, for the nights in the manor were cold. " I want Cocoa Pops!" Leigha whispered to Hermione excitedly, searching Hermione's cupboard for her own sweater.
" So it's the usual then," Hermione reached the top drawer and took Leigha's sweater down, handing it to her. Leigha nodded her head, eyes shinning brightly as always.
Hermione walked over to the small room which was conected to her own. In there, was a large cabinet of junk food and drinks and in the cabinet lay a mini-refrigerator. She pulled out an open box of Cocoa Pops and poured it into a plastic cup and then opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of fresh milk. Hermione then poured the fresh milk into the cup, after taking a sip of it, she passed it to Leigha. " Hey!" Leigha exclaimed. Hermione had told her that she didn't have to whisper in this room because the walls were sound proof. " It's my tea, go and get your own," she said, playfully. Hermione just laughed.
" Actually, Leigha, it is time for me to get my own tea, Ill be back before dinner, " she informed the petite figure. " Myknee, come back sooner!" her Little Dragon exclaimed. " I'll try to come back A.S.A.P," she told Leigha, looking down at her. " That means as soon as possible, right?" Leigha made sure. " Right, smarty pants," Hermione smiled at her. Hermione heard her Little Dragon giggle as she closed the door.
Inside, the sixteen year-old was aching. She knew how much Leigha wanted to be exposed to everyone yet, she feared and because of her own fears, Leigha had to suffer. Worry constantly overwhelmed her, not knowing what Leigha was doing or whether she'd been found out by Mrs. Potts when she did her weekly rounds in everyone's chambers.
She walked down to the lounge, expecting trays and trays of food like there was at breakfast and everyone to be there having tea but no one was there. Winston, the only man-servant of the manor, walked past the young mistress, lavitating 4 trays of cakes. " Winston! " Hermione exclaimed to catch his attention. Winston steadily turned to Hermione, keeping his wand hand steady so as not to spill anything. " Yes, Miss Hermione?" he asked. " Winston, I was just wondering where the other's were, do you have any idea?" she asked him. " Oh yes, Miss, they're all at the Quidditch stands, having a picnic," he informed the brown haired girl. " Oh, thanks, Winston," Hermione said, before grabbing a slice of cake from the trays and running off towards the Pitch.
Eating the scrumptious marble cake she had just grabbed from one of the trays Winston was carrying, she walked casually towards the stands, where she could see a bunch of girls eating. As she came closer, she saw people flying on broomsticks, around the Quidditch Pitch and the gardens. She almost screamed in shock, when a male recruit swept past her. She walked up to the stands and sat down next to her sister.
" Hey, Mia, what are you doing down here?! " Nikki exclaimed loudly. " You shouldn't be down here, you should be resting!" she exclaimed even louder. " I'm fine, Nikki, just a little exhaustion, that's all," Hermione explained. Before Nikki could say anything else, Hermione realised something, the guys were flying all around the gardens and the girls were on the stands, admiring. The only girls who were flying were those on the Quidditch teams.
" Hey, Nikki," Hermione turned to her sister. " Why are all the guys and only the girls on the Quidditch teams flying?" she asked her twin. " Oh, that's because us girls are not allowed to fly, they say, it's highly unbecoming," Nikki told her. " And what about those girls' who are flying?" Hermione inquired. " Oh, they are rebelions and trust me, they're parent's weren't too happy when they found out they made the Quidditch team," Nikki told her. " Why would the captain allow them in then?" Hermione asked. " Because, the guys don't really care whether or not they fly," Nicola told Hermione as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
" Well, if that's so, why are you sitting here?" Hermione asked another question. " Because, you have to remember that those pricks flying over there," she said pointing at a few guys on the Pitch. " Are our brothers," she continued. " And the others are not flying because?" she asked another one. " They have brother's too," Nikki told her, eyes looking somewhere on the field. " Oh," that was all Hermione could say.
Suddenly, she got an idea and for the third time that day, adrenaline rushed through her. For the first time in her life, she needed to fly. Getting down from the stands, she heard Nikki exclaim," No, she's not going to do what I think she's going to do". As she sprinted towards the wooden shed, where so knew had alot of Lleu's old, yet powerful brooms, she heard Nikki exclaim," Lleu!". Hermione turned back and saw Lleu flying towards Nikki and Nikki pointing towards her. Then she saw Lleu flying towards her in such a high speed Hermione was afraid to move. He was still 50 metres away when Hermione managed to push the door open. She laughed, how fun this was!
She entered the shed and quickly looked around, she knew her brothers would all be coming to stop her now. She grabbed the nicest broom she could find and burst through the door. " WHOHOO!" she exclaimed, flying higher and higher. This was a first time she had enjoyed flying, the first time she needed to fly. She turned back and saw her brothers, her father, Zambini and Malfoy chasing after her. She sped up, determined to give them a challenge, although she hadn't flown in 6 years since First year but they said it was like riding a bicycle, you never forget how to ride it. She was slightly unstable though.
" Hermione!" she heard her brothers cry, they were catching up with her. " Darn it!" she muttered, still smiling. " Fayre Agatha Emmalynn Noelle Giselle Ebony Snape!" she heard her father roar. She knew that it was never a good idea to make her father angry. Hermione gave up, she slowed down and turned to face her father, brothers, Zambini and Malfoy. ' What the heck is Malfoy doing here?!' she thought to herself but was interupted with a loud, " What in Merlin's bloody beard did you think you were doing?!" she heard her father roar again. " Flying?" she answered timidly, truth be told, she was scared. " I know you were flying but - ," he cut himself off and went to hug his daughter. " Don't you ever do that again," he warned her, breaking the hug. " Yes?" he wanted to make sure. She silently nodded her head, she knew he was still upset with her so she decided to keep quiet.
They all flew down together. Severus, relieved and yet, angry. Hermione, slightly scared and yet, feeling exhilirated. The brothers, relieved and yet, angry and shocked at Hermione. Zambini and Malfoy, merely surprised.