Hey peoples,
School sucks but at leased I'm getting time to update.
Anyway, heres the story, oh and sorry about the spelling, grammar and other mistakes. I suck at English. The teacher makes a Lemon taste sweet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, wish I did, but I don't.
Chapter 4After shopping around Muggle London for some new clothes that Hermione 'desperately' needed they went onto Diagon Alley.
"Come on Mike, you have to get new robes," Hermione was trying to get Mike into The new robe shop.
"But I want to stay out here, that girl's giving me the eye," Mike said nodding over towards the girl at the ice-cream parlour. Hermione looked over to see whom he had nodded at. Sitting there, flirting with Mike was Pansy Parkinson.
"You've got to be kidding me," Hermione shrieked.
"Na-ah."
"That's Pansy Parkinson. Major slut at school and a Slytherin for crying out loud. She's proberly slept with every guy at school apart from a few Gryfindors. Seriously, do you want to go out with someone who looks like they just came from a strip club?"
"No"
"Then stop flirting. Oh look what you've done; now she's coming over here. Thanks a lot Mike," Hermione scrolled turning around pretending to be looking at something in the shop window.
"Hey there, I don't think I've seen you around here before. What school do you go to?" Pansy asked seductively.
"Ah… Hogwarts, I'm just starting this year," Mike answered nervously.
"You're a little old to be a first year," Pansy said trying to sound smart.
"Ah, I'm 6th year, meant to be in 7th year but I was kept down in 3rd year. Kept getting in trouble. We kept scaring 1st years, their screams nearly woke the dead."
"Hmm…Maybe later we could make up some screaming our selves," Pansy started twirling a lock of his dark Auburn hair. Hermione couldn't hold it any longer and started giggling like a mad women.
"That's got to be the cheesiest pick-up line of the century Parkinson," she giggled turning around, "See what I mean, Mike. Total slut."
"You're hanging around a Mudblood?" Pansy shrieked.
"Geez, Parkinson, you're as bad as a banshee," Hermione said in mock shock.
"How dare you talk to me like that, you have no right to, you filthy little Mudblood," she sneered. Surprisingly they hadn't drawn a crowd, which was lucky, Hermione didn't want to be in the spot light.
"You have no right to talk to my sister like that, your such a disease. Go back to where you belong. In a pig stye, then you can be the Mudblood for a change. In fact Mione and I are going to make your year a living hell, and if you ever insult her again, I'll personally make sue you don't see the end of the year, Muggle style," Mike drawled at Pansy.
Mike pulled Hermione into the robe shop really pissed off.
"That bitch, no one insults my sister and gets a way with it. Even if they're Slytherin, Pureblood scum," Mike mumbled.
"Mike, you alright?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Listen if anyone hurts you this year tell me cause I've got your back. Kay?"
"Ah… Yeah."
"May I help you two?" asked the old store clerk.
After half an hour of Mike whining they finally left the shop.
"Ah Mione, I haven't told dad yet but, last year, my wand was snapped," Mike said ringing his hands nervously. 'Yeah, by Hillary. Damn, they weren't kidding when they said she had a temper' Mike thought.
"Oh, ok, let's go to Alavanders," Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowed street.
As they entered Mr Alavander looked up from his cataloguing book and smiled.
"Hello Miss Granger, long time no see," he said smiling, "and this would be your new brother, Mr Andrews. Let me guess, old wand broke?"
"Ah, yes, how'd you know my name?" Mike asked.
"You father was a well known Pureblood, who hated how Purebloods treated others as if they were beneath them. So he married your mother, who was just like miss Granger here. Now let me guess, Dragon Heart String, 12 inches, red oak, Correct?"
"Yeah," mike said shocked, "How did he know that?" Mike asked as soon as Mr Alavander went to retrieve the wand.
"I dunno. He's been working at this shop for ages so I suppose he knows a lot of things," Hermione whispered. The bell on the door rang as someone entered. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and gasped.
"What is it?" Mike asked hearing her gasp.
"Nothing," she mumbled as Mr Alavander came out from the back of the store.
"Here you are Mr Andrews. This wand is slightly different from the old wand you had as this one is specially made for advanced spells but it's still good for doing the basics. I guess your old wand might have been used for defensive curses but this wand would most likely suit you as your advancing into your 6th year at Hogwarts and I have a feeling that you'll need this," after his little speech he handed him his wand. Mike paid and turned around to face a tall man with long white hair, and a sneer on his face.
Lucius (A/N I have no bloody idea how to spell his name) Malfoy looked down at Mike and Hermione as if they were dirty criminals.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr Michael Andrews out shopping. I heard you father married, give him my congratulations, even if he did marry a muggle, I was a good friend of his back in school. Now if you'll excuse me…" he pushed past Mike and Hermione to the counter and started talking to Mr Alavander.
Mike pulled Hermione out the door and spun around.
"Who in gods name was that?"
"Lucius Malfoy. Bloody cocky asshole. Now I know where Malfoy got his cockiness from. Well, speak of the devil, it's the DH him self," Hermione said quietly.
"I think you've been spending too much time around me. Anyway, what do mean by DH?" Mike asked looked at the people around him, trying to find whom she was talking about.
"DH Is short for Dick Head. Mike, he's over there, trying to get away from Parkinson," Hermione sniggered looking over at the book shop where Malfoy had claimed sanctuary as Pansy would never go into a book shop.
"Come on, lets go torture him shall we?" Mike asked tugging Hermione over to the bookstore.
As soon as Pansy saw Mike walking up to the door she bolted, the threat he had made still lingered in her mind, and it scared her, as he was a lot taller than her.
They found Malfoy pretending to look at the books on the shelves but really he was sneaking glances out the shop window, waiting for when the coast was clear.
"Well, well, well. I thought I'd never see the day when Draco Malfoy was looking at sappy wizarding romance novels. Say Malfoy, why aren't you with your girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. I would've thought you'd like to be called 'Draky Poo' or all the other cute little nicknames she's made up for you," Hermione half sneered, half laughed.
Malfoy spun around to see who had insulted him.
"For your information Mudblood she's not my bloody girlfriend. She's like a bloody vulture," Malfoy finished smirking. He finally noticed that someone else was with her, "who's this? Your new play mate?"
Mike advanced to pummel Draco but Hermione put her arms out to stop him.
"It's ok," Hermione whispered.
"But…"
"No, buts Mike"
Malfoy smirked as her saw her stop Mike from coming any closer.
"Really, Malfoy is that all you can come up with? It's been what? About four years going on five. Honestly you could have come up with something a lot better by now. How you managed to get to sixth year I'll never know. Oh, that's right, daddy buys your way into each grade. Silly me," Hermione said mockingly putting her hand up to cheek to pretend that she was shocked.
Malfoy's smirk vanished.
"He did not buy my way into sixth year, I earned it, Granger," He sneered, "When your grades drop and I take you're place at leased you'll have Potty, Weasel, and you're new little boyfriend to keep you company," he smirked at the horror on her face.
"Eww, that's disgusting. And for your information, this is my brother so back off you 'fairy'."
"There you go with the abbreviations again. What's gotten into you today? Mike asked quietly from behind her.
'I've gotten into her, buthead' Brett yelled in her head.
'Stop insulting my brother, beavus. If you should call anyone buthead it should be Malfoy so you can be Beavus.'
'Hey I take offence to that.'
'Good, you fairy'
'You do know that if you tell Malfoy what that means then he'll kill you when he gets a chance at school.'
'Chicken'
'What?
'You're. A. Chicken.'
'Am not'
'Are too'
'Am bloody not'
'Are bloody too'
You're the dead meat'
'Stop changing the subject you chicken'
'Ok, I'm going to ignore you know'
'Chicken, chicken, chicken' Hermione thought sang
'I can't hear you' Brett said stuffing his fingers in his ears
'Fine'
'Good'
'I'll just sing louder'
'Malfoy's staring at you'
'What are you talking about?'
'Malfoy. He's staring at you as though your insane'
'No he's not'
'Take a look for your self. You've been talking to me for the past five minutes.'
'What?'
"That's it. Grangers finally lost it."
"I have not lost it, Ferret," Hermione sneered coming out of her little daze.
"Now, hear I was thinking you were smart enough to think up a different insult, Granger."
"Oh. I have. You just haven't realised it yet. Come on Mike," Hermione started heading out of the shop.
"Your pathetic Granger," Draco yelled after her.
"No, your pathetic, you stupid 'fairy'," Hermione yelled back as she exited the shop and into the crowded streets.
"Hey Mione, wait up," Mike finally caught up to her, out of breathe, "I was wondering, what did you mean by the 'fairy' insult?"
"Don't worry you'll find out," Hermione said darkly.
"Ok, I don't know what you did with the old Hermione but I think I'm starting to like this new one, although she does scare me."
"Thanks Mike. We better get home…"
Hermione and Mike caught the Knight Bus home and dumped all of the clothes, books, and other things they had bought onto their beds.