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CHAPTER 19.
Hermione awoke with the sun the next morning, to send another letter to Charlie, she truley missed having him to talk to. Their lessons didn't start back until tomorrow, so there was no need for uniform. Hermione had dressed in some light, hip hugging blue jeans, which clung to her every curve, and a pretty blue blouse, the colour of Charlie's eyes, she thout dreamily.
GET A GRIP GIRL. She then chided herself.
She walked the silent halls, not meeting a soul as she climbed the staircase to the school owlery. She quickly read over her letter, it outlined all that had happened since she had sent her letter yesterday, from slughorn, to the reaction to her Veela.
She had signed it with her love, and sprayed the parchment with her perfume, which while cliche, still seemed romantic to her. She kissed it, before fastening it to the leg of the school owl, and watching it dissapear into the distance.
Once the letter had gone, she debated for a moment on weather to go straight to breakfast, or wait for the others, her conundrum was solved however, when she ran into Ginny as she was leaving the owlery.
"Morning", they said at the same time, laughing.
"Letter to Mum." Ginny grunted, as Hermione said, "Letter to Charlie." they both laughed again.
"Breakfast?" Hermione questioned, Ginny nodded, "Lets go while it's quiet."
The great hall was empty, except for some teachers. Professor Mcgonagall, upon seeing their arrival, went to give them their new timetables.
"Morning Professor." The girls greeted their head of house.
"Morning Girls, how are you, I saw the situation last night? Nicley handeled by the way, Miss Granger." The scottish woman said proudly.
"I'm fine professor, i'm just going to have to get used to it, i suppose." Mcgonagall nodded approvingly.
"If there's any trouble, you know where to find me." Thanking her, they gathered their timetables and went to eat.
"You have a beautiful singing voice, my dear." mcgonagall called after Hermione, making her blush, and smile shyly in return.
The hall filled stedily over the next half an hour, and it was half past eight when they were joined by a grumpy looking Harry.
"What now?" was Ginny's tired greeting.
"Not only were Dean and Seamus in on that little pool yesterday, but so was Ron." Harry started darkly, raking his hands through his untidy black hair.
"Seamus also seems to think that Dumbledore is mental, and that i'm his lying puppet." He finished, a little loudly.
"Lavenders parents think so too." Hermione said, "About Dumbledore I mean, once they finally stopped comenting on every little thing that I did, they started on him." she said hoplessly.
"They'll come to their sences eventually, they'll have to." Ginny said soothingly, while piling bacon onto Harry's plate. She'd deffinatley learned how to charm 'the boy who isn't dead, again'.
"Hmmmmmm." was Hermione's response.
Neville and Luna both joined them for breakfast that morning.
Neville quickly started conversing with Harry about their dorm mates, whilst Luna leaned across the table, towards Ginny.
"I love your chain Ginny." Luna said, fingering the chain Hermione had made for her with wandless magic all those nights ago in Grimauld Place.
"Thanks. Hermione made it for me." Luna turned to hermione with wide eyes.
"Would you like one?" Hermione asked the younger girl kindly, Hermione had always had a soft spot for the eccentric Ravenclaw. Luna nodded, eyes wide, looking like an excited child.
Just like before, hermione conjured the blue flame in her hand, then stretched and shaped it, and finally encasing it with chrystal, before handing it to a beaming Luna.
"Thank you." she breathed, pulling it on, and running her pale fingers over it gently.
"Any time." Hermione said, ignoring the stares she was reciving from her table mates.
Once they had finished eating, they got up from the table, and decided to go for a walk about the grounds. Getting up, Hermione stretched, only to be greeted by moans from many boys in her general area, she quickly stopped, scowling. Really? She couldn't move without attracting attention.
She had just got up from the bench, when a tiny first year girl stopped in front of her, looking nervous, Hermione almost trampled her she was so quiet.
"Are you all right, sweetie?" Hermione asked kindly.
The girl nodded, gulping, and looking at the necklaces Ginny and Luna were sporting, catching on Hermione smiled widely.
"Would you like one?" The girl nodded enthusiastically.
Having drawn a lot of onlookers now, Hermione kneeled infront of the girl, causing many to stand up to see her better.
Once again she created a chain, of fire in chrystal, but this time, she made it with golden and red flames, for griffyndor, and placed it around the girls neck. The girl beamed, and threw her arms around Hermione, almost knocking her flat.
Chuckling, hermione ruffled the girls hair, before straitening up, watching her run back to her friends. Hermione noticed several people looking at her with fond smiles, she had a feeling that she would be making many wandless chains in the comon room that night.
Scrutenizing the staff table, she saw that all of her professors, not unlike the students where staring at her, open mouthed. Hermione cought Dumbledore's eye, he winked at her, making her smile in return.
Over the next few day's the chains by Hermione spread throughout the school, from year to year, then through the houses, even some teachers. Hermione had now perfected diffrent colours, flames of red and gold, water for blue, or flowers for other colours. It seemed that she couldn't go anywhere without a girl asking for one, or a boy staring open mouthed. In fact she couldn't get used to the way the boys were treating her at all.
Boys now held open the door for her when she passed, having never done so before. It irked her, she had always thought they just lacked manners, but she now learned that their manners where fine if they were bestowing them upon someone they deemed pretty enough.
Hordes of boys had taken to hanging out in the Library, holding their books upside down and gaping at her. She was forcibly reminded of Viktor and his fan girls in her fourth year, she had a whole new level of respect and sympathy for him, and Harry.
She had been walking from the library one afteroon, with Ginny and Luna, when she had collided with Draco Malfoy, dropping her books.
She had been waiting for him to blow up in her face, calling her every foul name under the sun, but he didn't.
Instead, seeing who it was, he stooped, and collected Hermione's books for her, the handed them back to her, a charming smile transforming his face. Even Hermione had to grudgingly admit that he was extreemly handsome when he wasn't being an arrogant pig.
The three girls were all rendered speechless, they's never seen him polite, let alone charming.
He took Hermione's hand in his, and kissed the back of it gallantly, before walking away, leaving the girls gaping after him.
"Blimey." Luna had said, sounding less dreamy than she usually did.
"Bloody Hell." Hermione breathed.
"Smooth." Ginny intoned lowly, the others secretly agreed.
Hermione was walking out of the Great hall with Harry and Ginny, down the center isle, after dinner one evening, only to be cut off by the massive hulking frame of Cormac Mcglaggen, who appeeared to have started his job as pain in her arse sooner that expected.
She stepped back, looking up, and up, and up. Bloody hell he was tall. Taller than Harry who had passed six foot over the summer. The top of Hermione's head barley reached mcglaggen's armpit, even with her new hight.
"Can I help you Mcglaggen?" Harry asked cooly from next to her, whilst Ginny moved to Hermione's other side.
Cormac looked at Harry briefly, before turning back to Hermione, leering down at her.
"Old sluggy's having a party." He drawled, his eyes never once raising high enough to look at her face, she stiffened.
"No thanks." she said simply, before side stepping him, and continuing back to her dorm, that is, until she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She froze, and slowly turned her head to look at Cormac pointedly. He didn't remove his hand.
Harry was laughing by this point, "I'd move your hand if I were you Mcglaggen." Harry warned, having seen Hermione in training with Sirius, and knowing full well what she was capable of.
Cormac snorted, actually snorted. So Hermione took great delight in utelising one of the moves Sirius helped her perfect.
Quickly, she reached up and grasped Cormac's wrist firmly in her two hands, she then spun fluidly, twisting under her arms, to end up facing Mcglaggen, who's arms where now trapped, twisted painfully in front of him.
"Keep your hands to yourself." Hermione enunciated clearly, letting the message wash through the hall. She then let go of him, turned on her heel, and walked calmly away.
"I'll have you witch." He called after her, not exactly threatning, but not nicley either, It was clear that he thought the chase was on. She could feel his eyes on her backside as she walked away.
She contemplated going back and breaking his nose, but was saved the trouble, when he was mysteriously hit with a jelly leggs jinx, much the the amusement of the great hall's occupants. Hermione smiled at a very inocent looking Neville as she passed on her way out of the hall, winking at him in thanks.
"Oh dear, it will stop eventually i'm sure." She heared professor Sprout call to cormac from the head table, where all the teachers where studiouly ignoring his predicament. Hermione stifeled her laughter, biting her lip.