"Hermione's Morning" was it's original title, however for some reason I decided to go an delete all my unfinished stories that I have written (... because I write stories think they are great ideas, share my ideas get bored with them and move on... it's a bad practice but it's one of the things on my new years resolution list.) and I discovered I had so many Hermione-Draco oneshots lying around that brilliant me decided to create ONE story that made sense, and so Welcome and I hope you enjoy it. This chapter happens to be dedicated to Indian Amazon, Gingham and Basil, and Skybrd who thought there could be more to it and said so in their reviews... However wish me luck I do have trouble with keeping my attention on one thing long enough to complete it!
Chapter One: From the Mouths of Babes
"It's my Birthday 'Mione!" Screamed a six year old as she ran through the halls at five o'clock on a beautiful August morning. The girl called " 'Mione " simply groaned and rolled over. The six year old turned into the unfortunate sixteen (but only barely as her birthday was in September) year old's room. Her blue eyes were alight with happiness as she took in her older cousin's bedroom. It might've been plain (in actual fact the six year old decided it was: there was lack on any real colour and nothing really interesting), the walls were white, the floors were wooden, no poster hung on the wall, the bed spread was a pale grey and the pillows slightly darker but everything seemed... well blank.
Except for the desk.
Beside the desk an old fashioned trunk lay, lid shut firmly tight and padlocked, that could've been interesting if the padlock hadn't been there.
On the desk, sat a computer - a laptop, that she'd recieved the birthday before, a long case that was roughly six inches long and a thick book. The six year old smirked as she pulled the chair to the desk, brushing back her sleek brown hair (that Hermione had missed out on) and grinned. Her fingers began to dare to open the book when-
"I can do magic without a wand you know." She jumped to see the muddy brown eyes of her elder cousin looking at her. Her hair stuck up at odd angles and she could see the hair tie that the girl usually used to tie the cursed hair up dangling pityfully at the end as if to say 'it's not my fault her magic works through her hair.' The six year old grinned.
"Helen. Stop it. You must have a good reason for waking me at five am." The six year old grinned again and jumped off the chair.
"It's MY BIRTHDAY 'MIONE" She shrieked and the sixteen year old groaned, grabbing Helen and pulling into bed with her, firmly pushing her against the wall.
"Night Helen." The six year old fumed.
"But-"
"No Buts."
"Oh! I want to see what you got me for my birthday… can you give it to me now? I'll look surprised when I open it again later when Hector wakes up. So… don't you want to give it to me now?"
"Not particularly."
"Oh." The little girl moaned and stared up at the very plain ceiling… it was very boring and she could just imagine a long crack in it that poured plaster all over her cousin, and unfortunately next door neighbour's head. The idea didn't have any merit and soon she was looking for something else to do.
"Can I see the photo of your friends again?" Hermione opened bloodshot mud brown eyes to glare at the nuisance.
"Merlin. Curse me not." She whispered swearing and let her hand trail under her bed. Eventually it came across a book, grabbing and hoping it wasn't the Monsterbook, she pulled it out and handed it to Helen. Helen giggled at the odd way of swearing 'Mione had picked up from the other world.
"Enjoy, let me enjoy three more hours at least." She muttered.
The girl nodded and opened the book. On the first page staring up at her was a buck toothed Hermione (still with unmanageable hair), and freckled redhead that her cousin called Ron and a boy with glasses that she called Harry. They were laughing and Helen thought they didn't look much older than her. Sighing the six year old turned the page from the waving people and the photo Hermione that was blowing kisses at her.
A group of waving people in red and gold met her eyes, the photo was labelled and under it in big black letter read: Gryffindor: MY CLASSMATES. Helen smiled back at the waving people and turned several more pages, eventually finding her class photos.
The class photo that met her eyes was that of Care of Magical Creatures, or so the label said (Hermione's neat precise handwriting never lied.)
A giant stood behind the class, petting what looked like a Griffin (or something like that… Hermione had said it was something like a hippopotamus but the six year old hadn't paid much attention to Hermione when she'd been speaking because there were far too many animals to remember) which contentedly nuzzled him. The glasses boy had his arm around Hermione and she had hers around Ron. All of them were laughing at some private joke. Helen sighed. Watching the photo's was fun. Almost like watching Saturday Cartoons without sound.
That's when she spotted him. The guy on the far left of the photo standing next to two muscle men.
" 'Mione?" She asked prodding her cousin.
"Mmmm." Was the intelligent reply.
"Who's the blonde guy?" She asked and Hermione groggly sat up.
"Blonde guy?" She asked confused and Helen nodded, pointing.
"Yeah. Him." Hermione'e eyes glanced over the photo and she groaned.
"Ignore that he's even there." She said and lay back down. Helen scowled at the picture and the guy scowled back. She remembered seeing him in other of the class pictures when she'd looked before.
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't want to be there." She muttered and Helen tilted her head.
"Why?"
"He's only doing it to bully Hagrid, that's the giant."
"Why?"
"Cause he's a sadistic, pessimistic, totally dickheaded, arrogant, spiteful bastard of a slytherin." Helen nodded processing all the words, and then reprocessing them the way her mother did when she was talking to Tor, her older brother.
"So you like him?" Hermione snorted.
"He wishes."
"So do you like him?" Helen prodded again and Hermione bit back a laugh or a shudder (she couldn't decide which) at the thought.
"I'd prefer Pig, the hyperactive minature owl, to him even if we were the last human beings on the planet." Helen nodded thoughtfully and sighed.
"Tor was right." At this Hermione sat up and looked at her younger cousin who grinned.
"What did Hector say?" She asked, her voice taking a dangerous tone and Helen laughed.
"Tor said that you really do need to get laid." The sixteen year old gasped and sat up hearing such words uttered from the mouth of a six-year old.
"He told you that?" Her voice now thunderous. Helen nodded obstinately and no sooner that one could say 'Pig the Hyperactive owl' she was out of bed and racing down the halls.
"HECTOR GRANGER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" She growled, and Helen could tell she was already thumping down the stairs and into Helen's house next door. It was six-thirty already and Tor… might be up… he usually was for a morning work out in the little gym station her parents had bought him. Helen sighed looking at the photo of the arrogant man, who smirked and gave her a purposeful wink. The six year old grinned.
"Hey, Spiteful Bastard of a Slytherin." The photo boy nodded in acknowledgement.
"Does Hermione need to get laid?" She asked quietly and it nodded its' head thunderously.
"Thought so. She's way to uptight about things." It nodded again and held up its' hand to indicate lots of other points.
"Yeah, about other things as well. Well SBoS I charge you with the mission. " The picture rolled it's eyes as if to say 'That nerd? Get a life. Make Potty do it.' Helen groaned and stared at the picture.
"Aw but-" It shook it's head vehementally.
"Aw. But Hermione really NEEDS A boyfriend." She said trying to reason with it.
"I do?" She spun to see the sixteen year old at the doorway, under her arm was a quickly turning blue Hector.
Helen nodded.
"Even at six." She sighed and Helen tilted her head.
"Serves me right thinking that it was just my family who missed the sex drive." She smirked uncharacteristically and knelt next to Helen.
"I don't need to get laid or have sex Helen." The six year old's eyes widened.
"Is that what getting laid is?" Hermione nodded and the six year old's face contorted.
"EWWWWW!" She screamed and ran out of the room. Hermione sighed and sat down. Letting go of Hector who took moments to regain himself before he elegantly departed… his gym shorts hanging at his knees revealing his lovely boxers that Aunt Dido had picked out for him… Hermione glanced at the photographic Malfoy who was leaning on Crabbe's shoulder. Laughing his head off.
"Shut up Prick." She whispered and slammed the book shut.
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