Do I Know You 2
Disclaimer- I don't own the characters… or the extra people! I just own the plot! But that is kinda shared with Sarah/Dizzy… so… I only own… maybe nothing! That's sad! But to own Draco… -sigh- wow! Quidditch has done that boy wonders! Just a little hop on his broom for a ride… my life would be complete! Haha!
Note- I also might work on my other stories (expect the script one) while Sarah/Dizzy reads/edits/looks-over this story! So… yea! Haha!
Kiki- I'm so tired I feel like sawing the logs of slumber!
Malia- -waves- HHHHIIII!
Jacqi- woooo!
Sarah/Dizzy- THANK YOU SO MUCH!
So… -list of random objects, sayings and jokes- Xbox… I like grapes… dragonflies… solitude… wooden bra… taco chair… man I crack me up…Read!
Chaper 2- Witches, Hogwarts, Mudbloods… Oh My!
I woke up the next morning lying next to my guitar and all my sketches of Drake. I checked my clock… 8:26 am… ugh… I yawned. What time did fall asleep last night? Must have been late… real late. I wanted to sleep at least another half hour (5 minutes would of worked too) but Mum peeked her had in to my room and told me to get up.
"Why do I have to get up so early?" I said rolling out of bed. "It's a Saturday! And it's my day off! I need sleep!"
"Up!"
Without getting out of my pjs and without brushing my hair, I hobbled downstairs… more bobbing and weaving like I was drunk or something… and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table.
(A/N- bobbing and waving, Brynn!)
"Eggs?" Mum offered me.
"Fine."
"Toast?"
I nodded.
"Butter, jelly, peanut butter or plain?"
"Jelly."
"Grape or strawberry?"
"Grapes… I like grapes!"
"DANE!" Katie yelped so loud that it made me jump. I'm awake. "Quit it!"
Dane, obviously, must have poked Katie because she always yells at him for it. When I first met Dane, I thought that Katie and Sarah were exaggerating by saying he is annoying… but no… he really IS not annoying!
"So, Freya, when is that friend of yours coming over?" Mum asked me, setting my eggs and toast down in front of me.
"I have no idea," my answer came.
"Hey Sarah, what do you put in a toaster?" Katie asked her.
"Toast?" Sarah said with a 'DUH' expression on her face.
"Sarah, bread goes in the toaster… toast comes out!" I said, biting into my grape-jelly toast.
"I was going to say 'toast' too," Mum said.
Katie and I laughed.
(A/N- I take it that Brynn and Sarah are giving me evil looks at the moment! Hehe!)
"What's this?" Dane said poking me on my ankle.
"OW! Go away!" I said to him.
Katie and Sarah looked under the table at my ankle… oh! I forgot about that tattoo! Mum came around to face me and then get a glimpse of my tattoo just as I tried to hide it.
"And why didn't you tell me about this?" she asked.
"I was going to… later…"
"Well, next time you go get a tattoo, ask me first because maybe I would like to get one to!" she smiled and went back to the fridge to get some juice.
"You're ok with this?" I wondered.
"Yep!"
"So I'm not in trouble?"
"Nope."
(A/N- -Freya and Brynn laugh- the REAL Freya and Brynn! Inside joke!)
"Cool!"
"Hey Mum, can I get a tattoo?" Sarah asked.
"Heh, heh, no!" Mum said.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Sarah complained. "Why does Freya get one?"
"Because she is older," Mum said. "When you are Freya's age, you can get one!"
"But I'm never going to be Freya's age! She will always be…" Sarah paused to count on her fingers "… she will always be 5 years older than me!"
Mum laughed.
Mum asked me to clean up the kitchen while she brought Katie and Sarah to a friend's house, Dane to daycare and she went to work. I was in the middle of loading up the dishwasher and Mum came back home. I looked beside the counter and found my mum's paperwork lying there.
"Freya!" she called. "Have you seen my…" she said as she walked in the kitchen and found me pointing at her stuff. "Thank you!" She hugged me goodbye and wished me 'good luck'.
I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed to my room; the drawings were EVERYWHERE! And I have no idea when he would be here. I picked out a pair of hip-huggers and a black tank top and put my hair up in a mess bun. Ok, so if we were friends (or more) I do wanna look nice. But what if we weren't even friends? I shrugged. I quickly cleaned my room and put my drawings in a folder in a box in a cubbyhole in my closet. I made sure that they were hidden well.
The phone rang. I went to my dresser and… not again! I lost my phone! I had to tear my room and I found it under my bed. I answered it on the last ring.
"Hello?"
"Um… Hermione… I mean Freya?" a voice said.
"Yea?" I panted and looked around my room. "Crap!" I said a little too loud. I literally tore my room apart. Damn phone!
"Uh… is there anything wrong?" Drake said.
"Not really, I mean I just cleaned my room and when the phone rang I had the tear it apart to look for it! Ha, ha… yea!"
"So… is now not a good time to come over so we could talk?"
"No, no, you can still come over," I said trying to talk, hang on to the phone, and clear my floor and shove everything in my closet at the same time. Talk about multitasking… hard work! "I thought you didn't own a phone."
"I found one on so corner of a street," he said.
"That's a good explanation," I said kicking dirty clothes underneath my bed.
"Ok… I'll be over soon."
"Yep!"
"Ok… bye," and we hung up.
I finished throwing everything in my closet like 30 seconds after we hung up. I heard a loud crack someplace. And then the doorbell rang. I ran to my window and saw the blonde standing on the porch. I looked around. I didn't see any unfamiliar cars anywhere nearby… maybe he walked… maybe he was dropped off… maybe I should go and answer the door!
I raced down to the first floor and I was panting. Not wanting him to wait any longer I quickly tried to catch my breath… inhale… exhale… ok I'm good.
I opened the door.
"Hey," I greeted him with a smile.
"Hi," he said, blinking a couple times then gave a small smile back.
"Come on in." He walked in.
And again with those silence moments…
"Did you find the place ok?" I asked him.
"Took me a couple tries, but yea," he answered.
'A couple tries'? What did that mean?
"I didn't see your car, how did you get here?" I just decided to keep a random conversation going.
"I Apparated."
"You what?"
"Apparated."
"And that is…"
"Where you go from one place to another… you can do it."
And once again with the whole thinking thing… what the hell is he talking about?
"Huh?"
Not answering me, he slightly nodded.
"So… it's a different type of travel?"
"Apparation is the best form of transportation, brooms are second."
Brooms?
Once we reached my room, we walked in and I sat on my bed.
"So… is Apparation, like you said, the best sort of transportation… is it better than planes or something?"
He looked confused.
"What's a plane?"
My mouth dropped open… who raised this guy! I mean one of the first words of a baby is 'a-pane' (airplane).
"An airplane? A powered heavier-then-air craft that has fixed wings from which it derives most of its lift."
He shook his head slowly. Then the 'light-bulb' went on in his head because he looked like he knew what I was talking about… at least that makes one of us!
"Oh… that's some Muggle thing, isn't it?"
"Uh… Muggle?"
"It is a person with no magical blood or powers. Obviously…" he looked around, "you've been living with Muggles."
"A person with no what?"
"With no magical blood or powers. Unless you are a Mudblood… then that is a person with no magical blood but has magical powers. You are one."
I blinked at him a couple times.
"Hermione, sorry, Freya you're a witch," he said staring at me straight in the eyes.
"What on Earth are you talking about?"
"You're a witch," he repeated.
"There's no such thing!"
"You are a witch! And a smart one at that. We went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and just before we defeated the Dark Lord, you lost your memory. We lost a couple of people but all their deaths were known about, but you were the only one missing and we had no idea what happened to you." By this time he was sitting beside me on my bed and just inches away from my face.
"Who is this 'we' you are talking about?"
"The Order."
"And the Order is what?"
"A group of Aurors, a Dark wizard hunter, that is against the Dark Lord."
"And the Dark Lord is…"
He sighed… yea this guy was REALLY impatient.
"Look, man," I said, "you are making no sense. I mean the Dark Lord, Aurors, Hogwarts, Mudbloods… I don't get it."
"Ok, I'm going to start over."
"First off," I cute him off, "my name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Do you know what my parents were like?"
"I think they were dentists."
"Did you know my interest? Or hobbies?"
"Not much… you're a big reader though."
"That I seemed to have picked up," I said glancing at my bookshelves that was crammed with all sorts of books.
"What else?" he asked.
Well… since he can't really tell me what I was like or whatever, I should ask about that magic thing he was talking about.
"I don't get this whole witchcraft thing."
"You're a witch."
"And how can you convince me?" I didn't believe him!
He reached into his pocket and took out a stick thing, his 'wand' I'm gonna guess.
"Wingardium Leviosa,"and he did some sortor swish and flick thingy at my desk chair. Then it started to rise off the floor… I mean the CHAIR was FLOATTING in MIDAIR! I got up from the bed, walked in-between him and the chair (just to see it there was like some string or something) and I waved a hand underneath and above the chair and he was giving me a smirk… kind of reminded me of the drawings. He set the chair back down. I sat on the chair.
(A/N- HAHA! Good times Jacqi! Swish and flick!)
"I can't believe it," I finally said.
"Believe it or not, but you are a witch," he said.
"Were my parents?"
"What?"
"My parents? Could they do stuff like that? Lifting chairs or… whatever else you people do?"
"No, they were Muggles?"
"And a Muggle is a person with no magical blood or powers…" I said remembering what he told me earlier.
"Yea."
"Then… wait, that makes no sense!" I said shaking my head. "If they weren't a witch or wizard, how could I be one?"
"Because you are Muggleborn."
"What's that?" He should stop using long terms on me when I have no idea what he is talking about.
"A witch or wizard with non-magic blood."
"I thought 'Mudblood' was that?"
"Well…" he hesitated, "'Mudblood' is a different was of saying 'Muggleborn'."
"How different?"
He looked like it was a piece of information that he didn't want to tell me.
"Why do you want to know that?" he asked.
"Well…" I said, "I don't know… I mean if I was called 'Mudblood' I'd like to know that the difference is… who knows, 'Mudblood' could be like an insult to Muggleborns."
"How did you know that?" he said looking at me weird.
"That was a guess," I told him.
"'Mudblood' is and insult to Muggleborns… it means 'dirty blood'."
Didn't he call me 'Mudblood' at the beginning of the conversation?
"Oh," was all I said.
There we go with that silence.
"Are you Muggleborn?" I asked him, breaking the silence.
"No!" he scoffed. "All the Malfoys are Purebloods."
"And I'm gonna guess that again that 'Pureblood' means someone with magical powers and blood, am I correct?"
"Yea."
I'm smart!
"Ok… next question… what is Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts," he told me, " is a school where you go and learn magic. You and I went there since we were 11."
"Ok, and what's a Gryffindor?"
"Gryffindor is one of the four houses at Hogwarts."
(A/N- and I bet all of you are getting tired at this! So now I'm just going to summarize it up!)
He explained to me about the Houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin) and he told me that you get sorted (by a hat) into the house that would best fit you. He told me about the classes there were (like History of Magic, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology…) and the teachers (like Professors Dumbledore –who is also the Headmaster-, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flickwick…) and all sorts of other stuff. He even told me about Harry Potter (slash the Boy-Who-Lived, slashed the Chosen One, slash the Boy-Who-Will-Not-Die, slash my wrists…) and Ron Weasley (my two best friends) and he told me about how the Dark Lord wanted to kill Harry but failed every time… then (just after I lost my memory) Harry finally killed the Dark Lord.
The rest of the conversation lasted about a good four hours. Mum and Dad had come home from work, Dane came home from daycare, and Sarah and Katie brought their friend, Jessica, home for dinner. Mum let Draco (I was off by like… a letter!) stay for dinner too but we had already decided to go out to eat.
We went out to the movies (which he called a 'Muggle' thing) and then he and I went out to eat. There at the restaurant, he told me more about Hogwarts and the rest of the Wizarding World and his favorite game ever, Quidditch, which you play on brooms.
After we ate, Draco told me he would bring me home on his broom. I was having second thoughts on that.
(A/N- NON GUTTERISH!)
"I'm not a heights person," I said. "It kinda freaks me out and then I get that 'OMG-my-stomach-is-going-to-come-out-of-my-throat' feeling… heights are not my thing."
"If I hang on to you and we stay low, then will you go?"
I really wasn't so sure about this. The stare he gives you is really convincing though.
Urgh! I give up!
"Fine."
We got positioned on the broom and we took off. I must say that it was really… sweet! Draco had his arm around my waist and held me close into him (he smells good!). We flew around for a while before he took me home.
I hopped off the broom and onto the porch.
"Thanks," I said.
He stepped closer to me.
"You're welcome."
I took step closer.
"So, did you find out everything you wanted to know?" he said, taking another step closer.
"One more thing." (Step closer.)
"And that is what?" (Step closer.)
By this time we had almost closed the space between us.
"Were we…" I started, thinking about what Malia had told me… now I have to know. "Were we friends?"
He looked at me, looked away, back at me, blink, blink, blink, looked away, back at me, blink, looked away again and gave a small sigh. (I pay close attention too much!) He looked at me and moved a piece of hair out of my face. Ok, now the space between us was completely closed. His face was just inches from mine. I noticed a small scar above his right eyebrow on his hairline. I'm still waiting for an answer.
His hand tilted my head up to his face.
"Yes," he whispered before he went in for the kiss.
I died. I died and went to heaven. Well actually I kissed him back and then I died (not literally, but you should get it!). His hands cradled my head as the kiss deepened. My hands went to his upper arms (Quiddich has done him wonders).
I heard giggling coming from the window beside the door. That obviously, made Draco pull away. We looked at the window and saw Dane watching us. Why? Of all the times to bother me, why now? Draco and I glanced at them. He smiled slightly and I glared at them. Mum came into view and (since the window was open) I heard her tell him to not bother me at the moment. Saved by Mum. She was always my favorite. She smiled at me and then stood by the window to watch our next move. Thanks! I motioned for her to go away. She gave me the thumbs up and then left.
"My family," I said looking back at Draco.
He just nodded.
He held me at the waist while we were in that stupid awkward silence surrounded us. The only sound heard was the sound of crickets chirping.
"So…?" Draco said making me jump.
"Hm?" I said just to say something.
"I guess I better get going," he said.
"Ok," I nodded.
We got out of each other's grasp and he took a hold of his broom. He turned back to me quickly and kissed me again and then he was off.
I walked into the house. I closed the door behind me and I ran to my room. I called Malia and told her about my night. After the conversation I turned on my music and danced around my room. I was happy!
Mum (obviously) wanted to hear about my night and the conversation I had with Draco earlier. Her eyes widen with I told her the witch thing. She was just happy I found out stuff about me.
"Has he been calling you 'Hermione' all night?" she asked.
"Yes but then says 'I mean Freya'," I said.
"Well, I'm glad you had a great time."
Ok… Jessica is a friend at school so… that was an added note!
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