Disclaimer: Does this really need to be here? This is Harry Potter
fanfiction, obviously it's going to involve copyrighted material. Anyway,
you know who it belogs to. Idea about skiing came from a fic I once
read.Anyway, they stopped writing it, so this is how I think it would
happen if Hermione went to her aunt's house over the holidays.
Chapter 1: Leaving Hogwarts
Hermione's POV:
Waking up on Tuesday, December 19th, I remembered tomorrow would be the start of Christmas break. The sun still hadn't come up yet, and I would know because I always left the hangings on my four-poster open. At first, I was going to go back to sleep, but then I remembered that I had to catch the Hogwarts Express in a few hours. Usually, I spend Christmas with Harry and Ron at Hogwarts, but this year Mum owled me, saying that I had to come home for Christmas.
'I guess it's going to have to be the two musketeers this Christmas. I better tell them before I leave or they'll be wondering if I've discovered some new addition to the library and decided that it was more interesting then they are. It probably would be; all they ever talk about is Quidditch this and Quidditch that.' I smiled at myself.
So I got out of bed and headed down to the common room to bid my friends farewell. I didn't need to pack anything, because prior to coming to Hogwarts, Mum and I bought extra clothes and stuff (hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.) so I still had my regular clothes at home. I just grabbed a small bag that I was going to take with me on the train. I stuffed few books, my wand, my CDs and Discman into it.
Harry and Ron weren't in the common room, so I figured; what do Harry and Ron like to do? Quidditch was the first thing that came into mind. 'No, they wouldn't be at the Quidditch pitch this early in the morning; they've got to be either still in bed or at breakfast.'
Luckily, most of the Gryffindor boys were already at breakfast, so I quickly ran up the stairs to their room. 'Why do they have to be at the top' I asked myself while running up all 7 floors to the 6th year's dormitories.
They weren't there. 'Breakfast then.' I suggested and ran back down the stairs.
Two hidden tapestry passageways, three trick staircases and a delaying run- in with Peeves, I finally reached the Great Hall. The ceiling, as it reflected the sky outside, was still dark, and starting to turn pink with the morning sun. Finally, I spotted them at the Gryffindor Table and ran over to them, nearly out of breath. If I'd gone slower and looked around, I would have realized there were actually quite a lot of students in the Hall this morning, they were all going home for Christmas.
"Happy Christmas, you guys. I have to go home over the holidays. My Mum owled me a few days ago." I told them sadly.
"Aww Hermione, it wont be the same without you. Happy Christmas!" Harry said and got up to hug me before I had to leave.
"Er, yeah. What Harry said." Ron hugged me also.
I sat down and started shoveling toast into my mouth as fast as I could. I couldn't be late for the train, and it might be hours before I could get any food.
"Wow Hermione. You're eating almost as fast as Ron does," Harry observed. "Do you have to go to the library before the train leaves?"
I just simply glared at him, and continued eating my breakfast.
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Draco's POV:
I yawned as I got up. I wouldn't normally get up this early, but this Christmas Mother and Father are sending me to my aunt's house. I am not a morning person. The rest of the Slytherin 6th years were still in their beds, and snoring loudly. 'Lazy bunch of gits' I thought. I quickly dressed and grabbed my trunk. Not bothering to be quiet and not wake anyone up I just put a weightless charm on my trunk and carelessly floated it behind me, letting it bang into the walls and doorway.
I left my trunk with all those going onto the train and went to breakfast. It was still pretty early, so I didn't have to rush to eat. I was almost done eating my breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, when that Hermione Granger girl came running in, out of breath.
'Wow, she looks pretty good all pink-faced like that' I thought stupidly. 'Wait. That's Granger, the mudblood. She can't look good, no matter what the circumstances.' I argued with myself angrily. 'You did not just say she looked good.' I watched her run over to her snobby boyfriends Potter and Weasley. You can't get much lower on the scale than Weasley. They've always been a disgrace to the wizarding world. It wouldn't surprise me if they were actually all muggle-borns.
Quickly rising, and leaving without saying so much as a good-bye to anyone, including Pansy, who had just entered the Great Hall and was walking in my direction, I headed off to Hogsmeade station. I decided I wanted to get as far away from her as possible. I really didn't like Pansy, despite what everyone thought. She was so stupid that sometimes I wondered if she actually had a brain or if it was just cotton filling the empty space.
Actually, I wasn't much like the rest of Slytherin. Currently, Slytherin was filled with a bunch of stupid gits that couldn't make it into any other house. 'If only Ravenclaw wasn't on such good terms with those damn Gryffindors, then I would've probably been sorted into there.' I thought, getting angrier at my Slytherin background. Slytherins were supposed to be scheming and curious, but all the Slytherins were just stupid and loved to eat.
For the first time, I was happy to be spending Christmas away from those stupid Slytherins and away from Mother and Father. Mother worries too much. It becomes bothersome. Father just annoys the hell out of me. Honestly, I hate him. He wants me to become a carbon copy of him. I really would be much happier if he would just get the hell away from me.
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Hermione's POV:
The train ride was pretty boring without Harry and Ron there with me. I searched the compartments to find possible companions on the way home. Lavender and Parvati were in one of the compartments, but they were discussing their newest boyfriends and I really didn't want to get involved in that conversation, so I continued on. Another of the compartments that I looked into had Malfoy in it. He was just staring out the window lost in thought about something. "No, no, definitely not. I am not riding all the way back to London with Malfoy.' I thought angrily.
I gave up searching for company and found an empty compartment at the back of the train. I took out a book that I recently borrowed from the library and began to read. However, there were annoying people running up and down the corridors and yelling at each other. I couldn't concentrate on the book. 'Why do they always have to behave so childishly. It's not like they're toddlers' I complained to myself. 'Oh, Hermione, you forgot you were outside Hogwarts.' I took out my CD player and put my headphones on.
"What are you listening to?" someone asked loudly. I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"You had looked into my compartment earlier and I was just wondering why," he explained without his usual drawl.
"What are you listening to," he asked again.
"Blink 182. What's it to you?"
"Really? Which song? I like them."
'Was Draco Malfoy being civil towards me?' I wondered.
"All the Small Things, I didn't know you liked muggle bands."
"They're not a muggle band, Granger. Is that one of the things you didn't know? A lot of wizard bands pretend to be muggles, so they can make more money."
"Oh." I said, feeling really stupid. Why didn't I know that? It should have been in at least one of the books I read before going to Hogwarts.
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Draco's POV:
I was staring out the window, trying to remember what my aunt was like. I don't remember ever visiting her before. All I knew was she was my mother's sister and she lived in Vermont and co-owned a ski resort with her best friend. The more I thought about it, I remembered that she once visited Mother at the manor one summer when the resort wasn't open.
After about half an hour, I heard the door to my compartment open. It was Granger. She stared at me for a while and then quietly closed the door and went away. I'd deal with her later. I went back to my thoughts about my aunt. She was pretty nice, last time I saw her. Not nice, like a grandmother who gives you cookies, but nice as I could get along with her, as an equal and she wouldn't try to control me.
After awhile thinking about my aunt, I decided to take a walk. I was going to find Granger and figure out why she'd looked into my compartment. I got up, leaving my stuff there and went off down the corridor. 'Jeez, where is she?' I thought after looking in what seemed like every compartment. Just as I was about to give up, as I slid the door open, I saw Granger sitting there with a book lying forgotten next to her on the seat. She had headphones on and was humming along to the music. 'She really isn't all that bad once you get her away from Weasley and Potter'
"What are you listening to?" I asked loudly, so she could hear me over the music. She jumped as though I'd scared her out of her wits.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"You had looked into my compartment earlier and I was just wondering why," I asked, forgetting to be nasty.
"What are you listening to," I asked again.
"Blink 182. What's it to you?"
"Really? Which song? I like them." I said, now interested.
"All the Small Things, I didn't know you liked muggle bands"
I just stared at her. "They're not a muggle band, Granger. Is that one of the things you didn't know? A lot of wizard bands pretend to be muggles, so they can make more money." I was shocked to find that Hermione Granger didn't know that.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Just then the train's whistle blew, telling us that we were five minutes away from the station.
"See ya Granger," I said and left quickly to go get my stuff.
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Hermione's POV:
"Mum. why did I have to come home over Christmas break? You know I always like to stay with Ron and Harry." I complained loudly.
"Hermione dear, do you remember your Aunt Mandy? In Vermont? The one who owns that ski lodge with her friend Jackie? Well, she sent me a postcard for Christmas and I called her to thank her and we started talking about you and how you've grown over the years since she last saw you. Do you remember that? You were only 5 years old." my mother continued on.
"Aunt Mandy? What about her?" I asked, wondering what this had to do with coming home over Christmas break.
"Well, we were talking, and then I mentioned how you had a few weeks off because of Christmas. She has invited us to spend Christmas with her and Jackie and Jackie's relatives. She was so nice about it, I couldn't say no."
"We're going to Vermont for Christmas? Great! I love to ski!" I answered enthusiastically.
I really did love to ski, and I hadn't been since I was five. Also, I loved Aunt Mandy; she's always been my favorite aunt. She's so nice and she's not like a regular adult. She's very energetic and she loves to ski, which is why she got together with her best friend Jackie to buy a ski lodge off of some old guy who was retiring and was going to close down the mountain.
"When are we leaving?" I asked, excited.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow, dear," my mother answered. "I suggest you go and pack."
"Great! Okay Mum," I answered and ran up the stairs. I was really excited; I couldn't wait to see aunt Mandy again.
As soon as I got to my room, I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and stood there, wondering what I should bring. I automatically decided on outdoor clothes, ski pants and winter coat. After stuffing them in my suitcase, I grabbed all the essentials, hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc, and also put them in. 'Muggle clothes' I thought. 'Aunt Mandy is a muggle.' So I packed jeans and sweaters and t-shirts for lounging purposes.
Finally I was ready, so I went downstairs to eat dinner and came back upstairs and went to bed. I had to get up early tomorrow morning. The plane left the London airport at 8 am.
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Draco's POV:
As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room and ordered one of the house elves, Blinky or whatever to pack clothes for the ski trip to my aunt's. I didn't worry about it.
I went to the dinning hall to get dinner, and another elf came in.
"What do you want, sir?" it asked. I don't know what sex it was.
"Steak."
"Be right back, sir."
I looked around the Hall for the last time this year. (a/n it's going to be after New Year's when he comes back) It wasn't a very interesting place. Usually it was just used for Mother's parties. She likes those.
I sighed. 'At least I can get away from here for a while.' I thought. I decided I wasn't going to go looking for my parents. I didn't really care to see them.
"Here is your steak, sir," squeaked the house elf.
I took it, without thanking the elf, and it ran back into the kitchen before I could order anything else. 'What great service we have,' I scoffed.
After I ate, I went to bed, and quickly fell asleep. I needed to catch some sort of muggle transporting thing at 8am tomorrow in London.
A/N: Please be nice. It's my first fanfic. oh and please please please review!!
Chapter 1: Leaving Hogwarts
Hermione's POV:
Waking up on Tuesday, December 19th, I remembered tomorrow would be the start of Christmas break. The sun still hadn't come up yet, and I would know because I always left the hangings on my four-poster open. At first, I was going to go back to sleep, but then I remembered that I had to catch the Hogwarts Express in a few hours. Usually, I spend Christmas with Harry and Ron at Hogwarts, but this year Mum owled me, saying that I had to come home for Christmas.
'I guess it's going to have to be the two musketeers this Christmas. I better tell them before I leave or they'll be wondering if I've discovered some new addition to the library and decided that it was more interesting then they are. It probably would be; all they ever talk about is Quidditch this and Quidditch that.' I smiled at myself.
So I got out of bed and headed down to the common room to bid my friends farewell. I didn't need to pack anything, because prior to coming to Hogwarts, Mum and I bought extra clothes and stuff (hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.) so I still had my regular clothes at home. I just grabbed a small bag that I was going to take with me on the train. I stuffed few books, my wand, my CDs and Discman into it.
Harry and Ron weren't in the common room, so I figured; what do Harry and Ron like to do? Quidditch was the first thing that came into mind. 'No, they wouldn't be at the Quidditch pitch this early in the morning; they've got to be either still in bed or at breakfast.'
Luckily, most of the Gryffindor boys were already at breakfast, so I quickly ran up the stairs to their room. 'Why do they have to be at the top' I asked myself while running up all 7 floors to the 6th year's dormitories.
They weren't there. 'Breakfast then.' I suggested and ran back down the stairs.
Two hidden tapestry passageways, three trick staircases and a delaying run- in with Peeves, I finally reached the Great Hall. The ceiling, as it reflected the sky outside, was still dark, and starting to turn pink with the morning sun. Finally, I spotted them at the Gryffindor Table and ran over to them, nearly out of breath. If I'd gone slower and looked around, I would have realized there were actually quite a lot of students in the Hall this morning, they were all going home for Christmas.
"Happy Christmas, you guys. I have to go home over the holidays. My Mum owled me a few days ago." I told them sadly.
"Aww Hermione, it wont be the same without you. Happy Christmas!" Harry said and got up to hug me before I had to leave.
"Er, yeah. What Harry said." Ron hugged me also.
I sat down and started shoveling toast into my mouth as fast as I could. I couldn't be late for the train, and it might be hours before I could get any food.
"Wow Hermione. You're eating almost as fast as Ron does," Harry observed. "Do you have to go to the library before the train leaves?"
I just simply glared at him, and continued eating my breakfast.
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Draco's POV:
I yawned as I got up. I wouldn't normally get up this early, but this Christmas Mother and Father are sending me to my aunt's house. I am not a morning person. The rest of the Slytherin 6th years were still in their beds, and snoring loudly. 'Lazy bunch of gits' I thought. I quickly dressed and grabbed my trunk. Not bothering to be quiet and not wake anyone up I just put a weightless charm on my trunk and carelessly floated it behind me, letting it bang into the walls and doorway.
I left my trunk with all those going onto the train and went to breakfast. It was still pretty early, so I didn't have to rush to eat. I was almost done eating my breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, when that Hermione Granger girl came running in, out of breath.
'Wow, she looks pretty good all pink-faced like that' I thought stupidly. 'Wait. That's Granger, the mudblood. She can't look good, no matter what the circumstances.' I argued with myself angrily. 'You did not just say she looked good.' I watched her run over to her snobby boyfriends Potter and Weasley. You can't get much lower on the scale than Weasley. They've always been a disgrace to the wizarding world. It wouldn't surprise me if they were actually all muggle-borns.
Quickly rising, and leaving without saying so much as a good-bye to anyone, including Pansy, who had just entered the Great Hall and was walking in my direction, I headed off to Hogsmeade station. I decided I wanted to get as far away from her as possible. I really didn't like Pansy, despite what everyone thought. She was so stupid that sometimes I wondered if she actually had a brain or if it was just cotton filling the empty space.
Actually, I wasn't much like the rest of Slytherin. Currently, Slytherin was filled with a bunch of stupid gits that couldn't make it into any other house. 'If only Ravenclaw wasn't on such good terms with those damn Gryffindors, then I would've probably been sorted into there.' I thought, getting angrier at my Slytherin background. Slytherins were supposed to be scheming and curious, but all the Slytherins were just stupid and loved to eat.
For the first time, I was happy to be spending Christmas away from those stupid Slytherins and away from Mother and Father. Mother worries too much. It becomes bothersome. Father just annoys the hell out of me. Honestly, I hate him. He wants me to become a carbon copy of him. I really would be much happier if he would just get the hell away from me.
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Hermione's POV:
The train ride was pretty boring without Harry and Ron there with me. I searched the compartments to find possible companions on the way home. Lavender and Parvati were in one of the compartments, but they were discussing their newest boyfriends and I really didn't want to get involved in that conversation, so I continued on. Another of the compartments that I looked into had Malfoy in it. He was just staring out the window lost in thought about something. "No, no, definitely not. I am not riding all the way back to London with Malfoy.' I thought angrily.
I gave up searching for company and found an empty compartment at the back of the train. I took out a book that I recently borrowed from the library and began to read. However, there were annoying people running up and down the corridors and yelling at each other. I couldn't concentrate on the book. 'Why do they always have to behave so childishly. It's not like they're toddlers' I complained to myself. 'Oh, Hermione, you forgot you were outside Hogwarts.' I took out my CD player and put my headphones on.
"What are you listening to?" someone asked loudly. I nearly jumped out of my seat. It was Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"You had looked into my compartment earlier and I was just wondering why," he explained without his usual drawl.
"What are you listening to," he asked again.
"Blink 182. What's it to you?"
"Really? Which song? I like them."
'Was Draco Malfoy being civil towards me?' I wondered.
"All the Small Things, I didn't know you liked muggle bands."
"They're not a muggle band, Granger. Is that one of the things you didn't know? A lot of wizard bands pretend to be muggles, so they can make more money."
"Oh." I said, feeling really stupid. Why didn't I know that? It should have been in at least one of the books I read before going to Hogwarts.
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Draco's POV:
I was staring out the window, trying to remember what my aunt was like. I don't remember ever visiting her before. All I knew was she was my mother's sister and she lived in Vermont and co-owned a ski resort with her best friend. The more I thought about it, I remembered that she once visited Mother at the manor one summer when the resort wasn't open.
After about half an hour, I heard the door to my compartment open. It was Granger. She stared at me for a while and then quietly closed the door and went away. I'd deal with her later. I went back to my thoughts about my aunt. She was pretty nice, last time I saw her. Not nice, like a grandmother who gives you cookies, but nice as I could get along with her, as an equal and she wouldn't try to control me.
After awhile thinking about my aunt, I decided to take a walk. I was going to find Granger and figure out why she'd looked into my compartment. I got up, leaving my stuff there and went off down the corridor. 'Jeez, where is she?' I thought after looking in what seemed like every compartment. Just as I was about to give up, as I slid the door open, I saw Granger sitting there with a book lying forgotten next to her on the seat. She had headphones on and was humming along to the music. 'She really isn't all that bad once you get her away from Weasley and Potter'
"What are you listening to?" I asked loudly, so she could hear me over the music. She jumped as though I'd scared her out of her wits.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"You had looked into my compartment earlier and I was just wondering why," I asked, forgetting to be nasty.
"What are you listening to," I asked again.
"Blink 182. What's it to you?"
"Really? Which song? I like them." I said, now interested.
"All the Small Things, I didn't know you liked muggle bands"
I just stared at her. "They're not a muggle band, Granger. Is that one of the things you didn't know? A lot of wizard bands pretend to be muggles, so they can make more money." I was shocked to find that Hermione Granger didn't know that.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Just then the train's whistle blew, telling us that we were five minutes away from the station.
"See ya Granger," I said and left quickly to go get my stuff.
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Hermione's POV:
"Mum. why did I have to come home over Christmas break? You know I always like to stay with Ron and Harry." I complained loudly.
"Hermione dear, do you remember your Aunt Mandy? In Vermont? The one who owns that ski lodge with her friend Jackie? Well, she sent me a postcard for Christmas and I called her to thank her and we started talking about you and how you've grown over the years since she last saw you. Do you remember that? You were only 5 years old." my mother continued on.
"Aunt Mandy? What about her?" I asked, wondering what this had to do with coming home over Christmas break.
"Well, we were talking, and then I mentioned how you had a few weeks off because of Christmas. She has invited us to spend Christmas with her and Jackie and Jackie's relatives. She was so nice about it, I couldn't say no."
"We're going to Vermont for Christmas? Great! I love to ski!" I answered enthusiastically.
I really did love to ski, and I hadn't been since I was five. Also, I loved Aunt Mandy; she's always been my favorite aunt. She's so nice and she's not like a regular adult. She's very energetic and she loves to ski, which is why she got together with her best friend Jackie to buy a ski lodge off of some old guy who was retiring and was going to close down the mountain.
"When are we leaving?" I asked, excited.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow, dear," my mother answered. "I suggest you go and pack."
"Great! Okay Mum," I answered and ran up the stairs. I was really excited; I couldn't wait to see aunt Mandy again.
As soon as I got to my room, I grabbed a suitcase from my closet and stood there, wondering what I should bring. I automatically decided on outdoor clothes, ski pants and winter coat. After stuffing them in my suitcase, I grabbed all the essentials, hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc, and also put them in. 'Muggle clothes' I thought. 'Aunt Mandy is a muggle.' So I packed jeans and sweaters and t-shirts for lounging purposes.
Finally I was ready, so I went downstairs to eat dinner and came back upstairs and went to bed. I had to get up early tomorrow morning. The plane left the London airport at 8 am.
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Draco's POV:
As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room and ordered one of the house elves, Blinky or whatever to pack clothes for the ski trip to my aunt's. I didn't worry about it.
I went to the dinning hall to get dinner, and another elf came in.
"What do you want, sir?" it asked. I don't know what sex it was.
"Steak."
"Be right back, sir."
I looked around the Hall for the last time this year. (a/n it's going to be after New Year's when he comes back) It wasn't a very interesting place. Usually it was just used for Mother's parties. She likes those.
I sighed. 'At least I can get away from here for a while.' I thought. I decided I wasn't going to go looking for my parents. I didn't really care to see them.
"Here is your steak, sir," squeaked the house elf.
I took it, without thanking the elf, and it ran back into the kitchen before I could order anything else. 'What great service we have,' I scoffed.
After I ate, I went to bed, and quickly fell asleep. I needed to catch some sort of muggle transporting thing at 8am tomorrow in London.
A/N: Please be nice. It's my first fanfic. oh and please please please review!!