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Thanks billiejoestalker I will try and make the chapters longer. I try to take the chapters scene by scene though, so that might make them somewhat shorter. There are longer ones to come!
Chapter 3
Hermione lay on her bed, it was the day before she left for Hogwarts, and she still hadn't gotten a letter from Harry and Ron. What was up with that? It wasn't like them to take forever to respond. Normally she got a reply within two or three days. Her owl had returned so she knew they got the letter. Just as she lay pondering this, the owl known as Pig flew, or rather fluttered, through her window, landing on Hermione's stomach. She laughed at the silly little bird, as she picked it up on her stomach, taking the letting off its leg. Hermione set the letter aside and fed Pig a few treats. He was such a small bird to be flying so far. Pig hooted happily, eating the treats, while Hermione's bird, Spirit, glared daggers at Pig from inside his cage. "You get some too, don't worry" Hermione laughed at Spirit, feeding him a few treats too. "Feel free to stay as long as you want, Pig" Hermione told Ron's bird. Pig seemed to understand as he lolled idly at her window sill.
Walking back over to her bed, Hermione picked up the letter. It was obviously scribbled in a hurry.
Dear Hermione,
Sorry it took me and Ron (Hermione shook her head at Harry's bad grammar) so long to reply, but well we had too take care of a few things concerning…well you know. Anyway, we will tell you all about that in school, its nothing to worry about Hermione so don't get all worked up. ("Don't get all worked up?" Hermione scowled at the letter) It's so great you got Head Girl! We are all so proud of you Hermione, you really earned it. But no sorry, neither of us know who Head Boy is. Me and Ron didn't get it. (Ok now Hermione would really have to yell at Harry in school, grammar!) Ron owled a few people, no one knows. Guess we will have to find out on the train! See you soon 'Mione, the Weasely's all send their greetings. Bye!
Love,
Harry and Ron
Hermione set the letter aside and smiled. Well at least their will be a good story to listen to on the train. Pig flew off a couple hours later, and Spirit hooted happily when he did. Hermione shook her head and laid down. All her things were packed for tomorrow, now all she had to do was wait for tomorrow to come.
Draco's POV
The week couldn't have gone any slower for Draco. It seemed like September 1st would never get there. He spent most of his time, flying over the vineyards, practicing for Quidditch. And as a result, that's what he was currently doing. A smirk came across his face as he could hear his mothers high pitched screams. Sounded like she wanted him down there and now. He turned quickly, speeding in a nose dive towards the ground, this only made his mother scream louder. He pulled out of it quickly and hopped off his broom. "Draco Malfoy! What do you think your doing!" Narcissa screamed at him, her face was retched and in Draco's opinion, ugly as all hell. Note: Never get a so mad her eyes bulge out of her head. "Bloody hell mum, I was flying!" Draco sneered at her, now leaning against the manor wall. "You get your arse inside and ready to go! I will not be waiting on you tomorrow, and I will not be sending anything you forgot to school!" Draco could of sworn if she got any madder, steam would come out of her ears. "Bitch" he muttered, only to receive a smack over the head and a push inside. "Arrrgh!" Narcissa went inside too and slammed the door before disappearing into the study. Ever since Lucius was sent to Azkaban, Narcissa was a wreck.
Draco went up to his room and pulled out his trunk. Then sticking his head out the door he hollered for a house elf. To his wishes a house elf came scurrying towards him. "W-What would m-master like d-done?" It stuttered, bowing down. "Get up and pack my trunk!" Draco growled, kicking him in the bum towards his trunk. "And if you miss anything, I swear to bloody hell I will set you arse free!" He threatened, only to get a scared squeal from the elf, who started packing right away. Draco walked into the library and sat down, placing his head on the cool surface of the desk. He couldn't wait to get away from his mother. Stupid bitch. His hands brushed some loose platinum blonde hair from his steely gray eyes as he watched the weather outside go from nice to a stormy backend day. Oh the joy.