A/N: Here is chapter 2.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Chapter 2
Oh My God. My childhood crush, although no longer just a crush, had just had a civil conversation with me. I had secretly liked Draco Malfoy since I was six. Now though, I was in love with him. He changed after fifth year-for the better. Although he was still known as the Slytherin Prince, he was no longer evil. He actually got along with Harry, which almost ruined Harry and Ron's friendship-well, that and the fact that Harry and Ginny were, and still are, going out.
I'd liked Draco Malfoy since I was six. I'd seen him in a Muggle candy store. I remember being curious as to why anybody would want to suck on a bird feather. So I asked him, and he told me it was called a sugar quill. When I told him I didn't believe him, he offered me a lick. When I confessed that he was right, he smirked and told me to meet him here again the next day. I agreed.
So, the next day, I had my mother take me to the shop again. Sure enough, he was there. He gave me a sugar quill. I said thank you and told him that it was the best gift I had ever received. Smiling, he said, "You're welcome, my lady," and did a mock bow. We laughed and then he said he had to go. I remember him saying, "Goodbye, my lady," and laughing as he left with his mother who had been waiting for him outside.
When I saw him at Hogwarts, he had changed. He didn't give any sign of remembering me. So for the past five years, I said nothing, even when he taunted and joked me. I felt sure he would change eventually and maybe even remember me. He's changed all right, but he didn't remember me. But I am in love with him anyway.
Finishing my ice cream sundae, an idea struck me. Putting up and away message that said "out." I ran downstairs and put my ice cream bowl away after using a cleaning spell on it. Running back up to my room, I changed into Muggle clothes-black shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top that said "Witch" in red block letters. If only Muggles knew how true it was in my case. Lip gloss and a straightening charm for my hair completed my outfit. Grabbing a twenty pound note from the Muggle money I always kept in my room, I walked back downstairs, slipped on my fire engine red flip- flops, left a note for my parents, and left.
The candy shop is only a fifteen to twenty minute walk from my house, but its well worth it. Twenty minutes after I left my house, I pulled open the heavy glass door and walked into Candy Heaven-well, Muggle candy heaven anyway. Half an hour and ten pounds later, I walked out with a handful of every flavor Muggle jellybean made, multiple handfuls of every flavor taffy, and five ready-made smores. I wouldn't eat all of it tonight though. Just most of it.
When I got back home, I went up to my room. Harry had left me six messages wondering where I was; Ron had left five; Ginny was online but hadn't left any; Lavender had come on, said hi, and signed off; and Justin was on and said he had finished unpacking. There was no sign of Draco. I signed off and went to one of my favorite websites, www.fanfiction.net, and started to read some Pirates of the Caribbean fanfics. Summer was going to go by slowly.
***Two Weeks Later***
Two weeks since the first day of summer break and I still hadn't heard from Draco other than the first day. Ron, Harry, and Ginny had all invited me to the Burrow several times, but I'd declined for obvious reasons. I was halfway through all of my summer homework already. I haven't talked to Lavender much all summer; she has been with her boyfriend. Or so she says.
***One Week Later***
Who would send me an owl at this ungodly hour of the morning? A glance at my clock told me it was eight thirty. Rolling out of bed, I walked-more like stumbled-to the window, retrieved the letter, and stumbled back to bed. Sighing I looked at the envelope-it had a Hogwarts crest on it. Tearing it open I read:
Dear Miss Granger,
A few select students have been invited back to Hogwarts for the rest of summer vacation to work on a major research assignment with a partner. You have been chosen as one of the select few. If you would like to come, then please owl back as soon as possible. The details of your project and who your partner is will all be explained when you arrive. We look forward to seeing you.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House
Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House
Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House
Professor Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw House
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts
Grabbing a quill and parchment, I quickly replied with a yes. Then I picked up the phone and called my parent's. They were cool with it. With a few spells, my trunk was packed yet again. Then I settled down reading my favorite book, Hogwarts: A History.
An hour or so later, an owl came back with the reply:
Please be by your main fireplace by approximately six o'clock in the evening. A Professor will pick you up.
My parents got home at five. They said even though they would miss me, they were extremely happy for me. We ate a quick dinner and then went into the living room, where our fireplace was. I'd moved my trunk down here this afternoon. Now all we had to do was wait.
We didn't wait very long. At precisely six, Professor McGonagall came in. After a quick introduction and goodbye, I found myself being whirled around in the Floo Network, finally ending up on my butt in Professor Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagall led me to a private room that would be mine for the summer, told me the password, and then left, obviously in a hurry.
Once I was unpacked, I decided to walk around the halls for a bit and maybe stop by the library. Being me, I stopped in the library and didn't leave until well past midnight. As I mumbled the password to my rooms and stepped in, I failed to notice the pair of eyes watching me curiously. No sooner did I get in I collapsed on my bed. All that could be seen of the person in the hallway was their eyes-a dark, mystifying gray. And as Hermione disappeared into her rooms, the person whispered, "Sleep well, my lady," and disappeared down the dark hall.
A/N: Well, this chapter was just a bit rushed. I apologize for that. Well, please review, I'd like to see how I am doing!
Chapter 2
Oh My God. My childhood crush, although no longer just a crush, had just had a civil conversation with me. I had secretly liked Draco Malfoy since I was six. Now though, I was in love with him. He changed after fifth year-for the better. Although he was still known as the Slytherin Prince, he was no longer evil. He actually got along with Harry, which almost ruined Harry and Ron's friendship-well, that and the fact that Harry and Ginny were, and still are, going out.
I'd liked Draco Malfoy since I was six. I'd seen him in a Muggle candy store. I remember being curious as to why anybody would want to suck on a bird feather. So I asked him, and he told me it was called a sugar quill. When I told him I didn't believe him, he offered me a lick. When I confessed that he was right, he smirked and told me to meet him here again the next day. I agreed.
So, the next day, I had my mother take me to the shop again. Sure enough, he was there. He gave me a sugar quill. I said thank you and told him that it was the best gift I had ever received. Smiling, he said, "You're welcome, my lady," and did a mock bow. We laughed and then he said he had to go. I remember him saying, "Goodbye, my lady," and laughing as he left with his mother who had been waiting for him outside.
When I saw him at Hogwarts, he had changed. He didn't give any sign of remembering me. So for the past five years, I said nothing, even when he taunted and joked me. I felt sure he would change eventually and maybe even remember me. He's changed all right, but he didn't remember me. But I am in love with him anyway.
Finishing my ice cream sundae, an idea struck me. Putting up and away message that said "out." I ran downstairs and put my ice cream bowl away after using a cleaning spell on it. Running back up to my room, I changed into Muggle clothes-black shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top that said "Witch" in red block letters. If only Muggles knew how true it was in my case. Lip gloss and a straightening charm for my hair completed my outfit. Grabbing a twenty pound note from the Muggle money I always kept in my room, I walked back downstairs, slipped on my fire engine red flip- flops, left a note for my parents, and left.
The candy shop is only a fifteen to twenty minute walk from my house, but its well worth it. Twenty minutes after I left my house, I pulled open the heavy glass door and walked into Candy Heaven-well, Muggle candy heaven anyway. Half an hour and ten pounds later, I walked out with a handful of every flavor Muggle jellybean made, multiple handfuls of every flavor taffy, and five ready-made smores. I wouldn't eat all of it tonight though. Just most of it.
When I got back home, I went up to my room. Harry had left me six messages wondering where I was; Ron had left five; Ginny was online but hadn't left any; Lavender had come on, said hi, and signed off; and Justin was on and said he had finished unpacking. There was no sign of Draco. I signed off and went to one of my favorite websites, www.fanfiction.net, and started to read some Pirates of the Caribbean fanfics. Summer was going to go by slowly.
***Two Weeks Later***
Two weeks since the first day of summer break and I still hadn't heard from Draco other than the first day. Ron, Harry, and Ginny had all invited me to the Burrow several times, but I'd declined for obvious reasons. I was halfway through all of my summer homework already. I haven't talked to Lavender much all summer; she has been with her boyfriend. Or so she says.
***One Week Later***
Who would send me an owl at this ungodly hour of the morning? A glance at my clock told me it was eight thirty. Rolling out of bed, I walked-more like stumbled-to the window, retrieved the letter, and stumbled back to bed. Sighing I looked at the envelope-it had a Hogwarts crest on it. Tearing it open I read:
Dear Miss Granger,
A few select students have been invited back to Hogwarts for the rest of summer vacation to work on a major research assignment with a partner. You have been chosen as one of the select few. If you would like to come, then please owl back as soon as possible. The details of your project and who your partner is will all be explained when you arrive. We look forward to seeing you.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House
Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House
Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House
Professor Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw House
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts
Grabbing a quill and parchment, I quickly replied with a yes. Then I picked up the phone and called my parent's. They were cool with it. With a few spells, my trunk was packed yet again. Then I settled down reading my favorite book, Hogwarts: A History.
An hour or so later, an owl came back with the reply:
Please be by your main fireplace by approximately six o'clock in the evening. A Professor will pick you up.
My parents got home at five. They said even though they would miss me, they were extremely happy for me. We ate a quick dinner and then went into the living room, where our fireplace was. I'd moved my trunk down here this afternoon. Now all we had to do was wait.
We didn't wait very long. At precisely six, Professor McGonagall came in. After a quick introduction and goodbye, I found myself being whirled around in the Floo Network, finally ending up on my butt in Professor Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagall led me to a private room that would be mine for the summer, told me the password, and then left, obviously in a hurry.
Once I was unpacked, I decided to walk around the halls for a bit and maybe stop by the library. Being me, I stopped in the library and didn't leave until well past midnight. As I mumbled the password to my rooms and stepped in, I failed to notice the pair of eyes watching me curiously. No sooner did I get in I collapsed on my bed. All that could be seen of the person in the hallway was their eyes-a dark, mystifying gray. And as Hermione disappeared into her rooms, the person whispered, "Sleep well, my lady," and disappeared down the dark hall.
A/N: Well, this chapter was just a bit rushed. I apologize for that. Well, please review, I'd like to see how I am doing!