a/n: Hey, the reason I update ever so frequently is because its my holidays here. Its only for a month though and its going to end really soon, on the 27th of June.
I won't be able to post new chapters really quickly anymore and I wont be writting from the 1st to the 6th of July, you see, IM GOING TO SYDNEY DURING SCHOOL
TERM! whohoo! haha.
Chapter 19
Everyone made their way to the living room after desert for some discussion they refused to let Hermione know about. It was irritating, really. They refused to let her know what they were discussing in Latin before. As soon as everyone was seated. Lucius and Severus stood up. Hermione watched carefully, studying their movements. They both were clearly nervous about something.
" Erm, Father, Mr. Malfoy? What's going on?" asked Hermione who was sitting next to Draco, who shifted unconfortably in his seat.
" Well, you see, erm, when you were born, Lucius and I came to an agreement, that, erm, you and Draco would get married," Snape said, unsure of what Hermione's reaction would be.
" WHAT?!" she exclaimed, startling everyone. " Everyone knows about this?!" she asked, eyes fiery.
" Yes," her father replied. Hermione started yelling in french, walking back and forth. Severus looked at her confused, he didn't know his daughter could speak french.
She suddenly stopped. " I need to think," she said before running out of the living room, towards her room.
Hermione ran, she remembered what her father had told her, she was glad to be with Draco at first but then one thing bugged her, what about Leigha? Her Little Dragon? How would they react to her? How? How? How?
She knew that arranged marriages were common with pureblood familys but never had she though that she would be part of such an arrangement. Being forced to marry Draco wasn't a bad thing, although it was quite fast but what about Leigha? How would he take the news?
Hermione pushed the door to the room open and she decided to go and pick her Dragon up, she needed to think after all and the peacefulness of the night would grant her that. She opened the closet door and brought out the broom. Hermione slipped on a thick jacket for she knew the nights were cold. She opened the door leading to the balcony and hopped onto the ageing broom, flying off into the moonlight.
The night was indeed very cold, especially over the lake. From a distance, she could see the manor and as she went closer she could see the window to her room open, Leigha was such a smart one. Hermione was just about to land when she decided that the flight had been to short, she doubled back and flew above the Forbidden Forest. It was even moe exhilirating like this.
" In the dark night
The moon being the only source of light
She dwelled in peace
Never wanting to face the day," Hermione whispered to herself, as she flew above the tall trees. She always did this, composed poetry whenever she was alone. It calmed her, to know that she had time for herself, that she hadn't gone insane. All her feelings were related to songs and poems were filled by them. She never wrote them down though, each poem was meant for that moment and that moment alone.
The poem was true, right then, she didn't want to face the day. She was afraid. If only she dared to tell them about Leigha, everything would be perfect, save her horrid past. ' Gryffindor courage, my ass,' she thought to herself while flying over the lake now. Feeling the cool wind brushing her hair from her face, calmed her tensed nerves.
She flew quickly past the lake and to the forest, hoping her troubles were too slowly to catch up but in vain. The circled the forest and saw a glimpse of something, a structure of some sort. She flew closer, curious to know what kind of stucture it was. Hermione was now between the trees, still on her broom. It was a house!
A cottage of some sort, it was clearly abandoned but still in good condition. It was fairly small, maybe thousand odd square feet, she wasn't sure. Hermione was eager to land and explore the grounds but she really had to get Leigha before anyone found out she was gone. It had been almost an hour already.
She flew off to the Snape Manor, not surprised to see the windows still open. Hermione flew through them and landed softly on her floor. Nothing was different. It was just as she left it that afternoon. It surprised Hermione to see that a four-year-old would actually listen to instructions but then again, she was Leigha.
Carefully, Hermione picked her up but the sudden movement made Leigha awake. " Myknee? Are we going now?" the young girl asked, very tired. " Yes, hold on tight," Hermione whispered to Leigha as she put her on the hovering broom. Swinging her leg over, they flew out of the window.
I won't be able to post new chapters really quickly anymore and I wont be writting from the 1st to the 6th of July, you see, IM GOING TO SYDNEY DURING SCHOOL
TERM! whohoo! haha.
Chapter 19
Everyone made their way to the living room after desert for some discussion they refused to let Hermione know about. It was irritating, really. They refused to let her know what they were discussing in Latin before. As soon as everyone was seated. Lucius and Severus stood up. Hermione watched carefully, studying their movements. They both were clearly nervous about something.
" Erm, Father, Mr. Malfoy? What's going on?" asked Hermione who was sitting next to Draco, who shifted unconfortably in his seat.
" Well, you see, erm, when you were born, Lucius and I came to an agreement, that, erm, you and Draco would get married," Snape said, unsure of what Hermione's reaction would be.
" WHAT?!" she exclaimed, startling everyone. " Everyone knows about this?!" she asked, eyes fiery.
" Yes," her father replied. Hermione started yelling in french, walking back and forth. Severus looked at her confused, he didn't know his daughter could speak french.
She suddenly stopped. " I need to think," she said before running out of the living room, towards her room.
Hermione ran, she remembered what her father had told her, she was glad to be with Draco at first but then one thing bugged her, what about Leigha? Her Little Dragon? How would they react to her? How? How? How?
She knew that arranged marriages were common with pureblood familys but never had she though that she would be part of such an arrangement. Being forced to marry Draco wasn't a bad thing, although it was quite fast but what about Leigha? How would he take the news?
Hermione pushed the door to the room open and she decided to go and pick her Dragon up, she needed to think after all and the peacefulness of the night would grant her that. She opened the closet door and brought out the broom. Hermione slipped on a thick jacket for she knew the nights were cold. She opened the door leading to the balcony and hopped onto the ageing broom, flying off into the moonlight.
The night was indeed very cold, especially over the lake. From a distance, she could see the manor and as she went closer she could see the window to her room open, Leigha was such a smart one. Hermione was just about to land when she decided that the flight had been to short, she doubled back and flew above the Forbidden Forest. It was even moe exhilirating like this.
" In the dark night
The moon being the only source of light
She dwelled in peace
Never wanting to face the day," Hermione whispered to herself, as she flew above the tall trees. She always did this, composed poetry whenever she was alone. It calmed her, to know that she had time for herself, that she hadn't gone insane. All her feelings were related to songs and poems were filled by them. She never wrote them down though, each poem was meant for that moment and that moment alone.
The poem was true, right then, she didn't want to face the day. She was afraid. If only she dared to tell them about Leigha, everything would be perfect, save her horrid past. ' Gryffindor courage, my ass,' she thought to herself while flying over the lake now. Feeling the cool wind brushing her hair from her face, calmed her tensed nerves.
She flew quickly past the lake and to the forest, hoping her troubles were too slowly to catch up but in vain. The circled the forest and saw a glimpse of something, a structure of some sort. She flew closer, curious to know what kind of stucture it was. Hermione was now between the trees, still on her broom. It was a house!
A cottage of some sort, it was clearly abandoned but still in good condition. It was fairly small, maybe thousand odd square feet, she wasn't sure. Hermione was eager to land and explore the grounds but she really had to get Leigha before anyone found out she was gone. It had been almost an hour already.
She flew off to the Snape Manor, not surprised to see the windows still open. Hermione flew through them and landed softly on her floor. Nothing was different. It was just as she left it that afternoon. It surprised Hermione to see that a four-year-old would actually listen to instructions but then again, she was Leigha.
Carefully, Hermione picked her up but the sudden movement made Leigha awake. " Myknee? Are we going now?" the young girl asked, very tired. " Yes, hold on tight," Hermione whispered to Leigha as she put her on the hovering broom. Swinging her leg over, they flew out of the window.