UFe: I do not own any of them. D: Anyways, new chapter, hope you enjoy it as much as I did, when I was writing it. Read and Review pwease. -Puppy eyes-
Chéfriser : che - coming from cheveux (hair) and éfriser coming from defriser (to straighten). Hehe, that's another one of the spells made up.
I hope this chapter isn't too bad and I'm sorry if it's short, promises to make it longer. RR Please!
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Chapter Two
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Hermione looked around the lovely house she had just bought. She had already moved in with her mate, and everything was already inside the house. Hermione commenced the arrangements of the furniture and what not. With her wand, she magically arranged and rearranged the furniture around the house. Hermione smiled, the living room was perfect; now for the other rooms. As she began to arrange the furniture in one of the bedrooms, she felt arms wrap around her waist. She smiled slightly, feeling soft lips caress against hers.
Hermione's eyes opened soon after their kiss ended. She stared deeply into his blue eyes, as he stared deeply into her hazel eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione smiled her arms around his neck.
"Mrs. Malfoy," Draco smirked, kissing her again.
Hermione woke up suddenly, after those last words Draco Malfoy had said in her dreams. Oh no, why dream about him now? It's never going to happen, and besides we hate each other. I mean - no - I love him. Hermione thought, staring at the ceiling of her four poster bed. No no no no no! Don't do this to yourself. To Draco you're a Mudblood. Do not fall for him.
Hermione lay there restlessly, waiting for the morning to swing by. The sun arose, it's rays of sunlight shining through the windows of the dormitory. Hermione sat up straight and got out of bed lazily. Reciting the spell to change her clothes with absolutely no hassle, her Gryffindor robes appeared on her. Hermione looked at the mirror she had up on a wall and sighed, looking at her pale face and bushy hair.
"Chéfriser," Hermione recited, her bushy hair magically straightening by itself. "Well it is better, isn't it?"
"Wow, Hermione nice hair," Ginny's voice came from behind her.
Startled, Hermione turned around, rosy in the cheeks. "Oh, I don't look like a bimbo, do I?"
"Of course not, Hermione," Ginny smiled. "One question, who are you trying to impress?"
"N-n-no one! Why would you ask that?" Hermione's cheeks turned a florescent red. She was trying to impress someone, Draco Malfoy.
"Okay then," Ginny replied, sarcastically, "Are you hungry? 'Cause I am."
Hermione giggled, "Sure, let's go."
The two girls departed the Gryffindor tower and continued through the revolving staircase. Entering the Great Hall, Hermione could feel someone was staring at her. Hermione figured that people would look at her, because of her 'bimbo-ish' hair, as Hermione would call it. Aside from the cat calls and the odd looks people gave her, she found one that was looking at her as if she was a normal human being. She immediately lost eye contact with the boy, for the fact that he was the Slytherin Head Boy and she was the Gryffindor smartie.
Hermione and Ginny sat next to each other, piling bacon, eggs and sausages onto their plates.
Ginny washed down her bacon and eggs with the orange juice she had in her goblet. "Loving the cat calls and the awkward stares you get from the boys?"
Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice. "Are you kidding me? It's quite superficial, don't you think?"
"Well, you're asking for it." Ginny replied, smirking.
"Gosh no!" Hermione shrieked.
"What you're asking for is a Death Eater to come after you, looking like that Mudblood you are," Draco said, harshly, from behind.
"Back off Malfoy," Ginny growled, "you're just jealous you can't get with a girl like Hermione."
"Weaslette, no one would get with a girl like Hermione even if she was a witch," Draco snarled.
Hermione shot a glare at Draco, her eyes starting to get watery. Two tear drops slid down her cheeks; she got up and stormed out of the Great Hall. Just then, with that teary Hermione, Draco was taken aback to his childhood once again: The feminine beauty and young Draco Malfoy were running around the playground on afternoon. They were playing tag and Draco had accidentally pushed her after trying to tag her. Feminine beauty had almost the same exact glare that Hermione had just given him. Her eyes were filled with anger and tears. She picked herself off from the ground and ran along to her mother.
Ginny had walked passed Draco, brushing shoulders angrily against each other. Draco rubbed his eyes, bringing himself back to reality.
"Draco, what was that about, you didn't insult her enough," Blaise rambled.
"Just having a rough day, if I didn't insult her enough, then why didn't you help insult her with me?" Draco snarled.
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"Oh Hermione, don't mind Malfoy," Ginny said, finding her friend in the girls' lavatory, curled up into a ball sobbing.
"But - he - went to - far - this time," Hermione took a breath after each word.
Ginny settled next to Hermione, putting an arm around her. She heard the bell ring for the end of breakfast and the start of classes. Ginny knew that Hermione didn't want to go to classes, in her state of being. Ginny decided to stay with Hermione until she felt better to move on for the rest of the day.
"Hermione, I don't get it," Ginny started, "You stopped caring about what Draco had to say, why the sudden change?"
"I - I dunno, that insult probably got to me," Hermione sighed.
It hurt her badly because Draco was the one who she always had that good friendship back in the day. She hasn't told anyone about this whole thing, but it seemed like she really needed someone to talk to about it. Though, Hermione had no idea who to tell. She knew exactly how everyone would react. Harry and Ron would've gone balistic, then laugh about it, for the fact that Hermione and Draco were close childhood friends. They would think that it was a joke. Then there was Ginny, she would be shocked for a moment, but then she would understand what she was going through. Frankly, she didn't know whether she should tell someone or not.
It made her scared to admit that she was friends with Draco when she was young. How was she ever going to tell someone the truth? Hermione didn't know what to do, this was confusing her way too much.
The two girls stayed in the bathroom for almost half of the day. Hermione insisted on using her Time Turner to get back to the classes they've failed to attend. Ginny agreed and they went back in time.