Chapter 9: Hermione's Temper
A/N: Disclaimer in first few chapters.
Hermione stormed out of the huge manor in a fierce temper. She was followed by the Malfoy clan, apart from Lucius who was struggling to put on his 50 Galleon coat.
"Hurry up, Dad," the platinum blonde man's son grumbled. "An angry witch is on the rampage here." Draco Malfoy would never admit but he adored a furious Hermione, when she wasn't mad at him of course. Her magic crackled around her, making her look more beautiful in his eyes. Silky curls flew around her heart shaped face and the witch's eyes, her best feature in the blonde's opinion, were like two pieces of fire. His mother's voice snapped him out of his reverie and he saw his father running to catch up with a panicked look on his face.
"Sweetheart?" Narcissa asked hesitantly. To be honest, the older woman was a tiny bit sacred of the young adult when she was in this state. Oh, yes. She had seen this witch behaving like this before. This was the third time she had been like this, to be exact. The first time had been when she had suspected that her red headed boyfriend was cheating in her. Her temper then had been one to rival her anger now. The second time the aristocratic woman had witnessed the witch in this type of temper was after that git of a man Ronald Weasely had made her choose between her career and his own personal baby making machine. Hermione had screamed, shouted, even wept in anger about the injustice. Narcissa had never seen her so mad, even now. Her anger now was nothing compared to the temper she had been in back then. Coming back down to earth, she looked at the witch in question.
"Yes, Cissa?" came the reply.
"May I ask where we are going?" Narcissa questioned nervously, starting a bit when the brunette's eyes flashed. Draco stared in awe at his mother. No one ever talked to Hermione Granger when she was like this.
"My flat," the angry gritted out. "Yes, I say my flat because Ronald Weasely will no longer be permitted onto that particular piece of property. Since I pay the rent for the buliding, I get to decide who comes in and out of this flat," she ranted, stumbling over her words in an effort to get them out. While she was in the middle of her rant, they had reached the flat she called her home. She took out a small golden key that matched the lock that was wielded into the green door. She inserted the key into the lock and turned it. it clicked. They were in.
A/N:Mwahahahaha! I feel so evil! Just to let you guys know, I am going to be heading away in the middle of January for five weeks. Unfortunately, I will be unable to bring my laptop with me. So, instead, I am going to give you five extra chappies along with my usual once a week chapter. Hope you all enjoyed this! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!