Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N- So er, this is the beginning of their second year; thank you to all the reviews so far, for every review I get this chapter, I shall do a shout out :) thanks for the support and happy reading ;) oh and please no hate. If you don't like this story don't read it. N one is forcing you. At the end of the day i write this because I enjoy it. My story is already planned.
Hermione made her way onto the pitch, her Father was standing there clad in the most advanced looking gear, with a smug smile on his face.
"Who said my daughter can't become an amazing Quiditch player as well as the most intelligent?" He laughed gently. Behind him sat Hermione's mother. She had a book open on her lap and a cup of tea balanced on the arm on the bench.
"Right, first of all we will take position. I'm sure you were taught this already." He said climbing onto his broom grunting slightly as he moved into a reasonably comfortable position and moving at a speed, flew above her. "You coming darling?"
Biting down on her lip, she pulled her right leg over the broom so she now straddled the handle. This is so uncomfortable. she thought as she kicked off and made her way to meet her father. She moved as slow and careful as she could; her father glanced down at her hands that were holding on so tight they were going white.
"Hermione? It's only a broom and if you want to win any games, you are going to have to move a lot faster." He said matter-of-factly before explaining the concept of the game. Hermione wasn't really listening. In fact she was just trying to deal with the fact that she couldn't look down. Her hands had become numb and her stomach was swirling around. "Ok so first of all, if you look at the pitch below you can see that..."
That's all it took for Hermione, one glance at the floor, and everything started spinning. Her stomach churned and next thing she knew she had fallen off her broom. Like lightening, Nyx had now stood up and levitated her daughter gently to the floor.
"Baby girl are you okay?" She cried out, running over to the pith. Hermione's head was still spinning as her father landed next to them.
"I think she has what they call Vertigo..." Her father said, smiling gently as he lifted up Hermione into his arms and carried her inside. "Don't worry poppet, there is a potion that can easily cure that, I will have you flying perfectly in no time!."
As Hermione sat alone in her bedroom that night after dinner, her stomach was still swirling around her and she had a horrible sense of failure. Never before had she felt that she couldn't perfect something. She knew very well in her 'other' life that when she began to feel dizzy on the broom, she would just put it down and pretend she hadn't tried, then directed her thoughts back to her studies. She liked to tell herself she didn't have time for it and she would get better if she practised, but after today she wasn't too sure what to think. Overall, she just feels like a disappointment. Her parents may think they can just cure her vertigo but to Hermione, drinking a potion just makes her feel like she is cheating. I knew being in Slytherin would turn me into a dishonest person.
The days passed and soon enough Hermione woke on the day of Diagon Alley. Stretching and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she swung her legs over the side of her bed so that her feet landed on the cold floor. Getting dressed in a set of pale pink robes of which her mother had left her, she made her way to breakfast.
"Hermione!" Her father called over to her, laughing gently as she squealed in surprise when he pulled her into a hug.
"Dad...I can't ...breathe." She laughed as he put her down and her mother entered the room.
"Right, so first thing's first. I need to go into Borgin and Burkes, I know, I know.. but if we are going to brew this potion for Hermione I need some ingredients. It's only to make our little girl safe on the broom." She said gently. Hermione's eyes went wide, about to protest, but decided against it.
"That's fine sweet heart, I also need to go into Eyelops owl Emporium, as I need to pick up some treats for Thunder." Her father replied. Thunder was her fathers owl, he was large and pitch black. Hermione smiled awkwardly to herself, fidiling with her sleeves, before picking up a spoon and dug into her breakfast.
"Okay Ladies, I am afraid I need to go to Gingotts, business matters. Hermione, how about you go into Flourish and Blotts? That way you can go and get your books for school." Serianth said politely, kneeling down in front of his daughter. When she nodded, he handed over a few galleons as well as her book list.
"Well, if you don't mind, while everyone is busy, I think I shall take trip to madam Malkin's robes." her mother whispered to them before giving her daughter a quick kiss on her cheek before doing to same to her husband. Hermione stood for a moment in the street, watching her parents walk away before putting her things into the inside pocket of her robes. The wind blew languidly around her and soon enough she turned towards where all the noise was coming from.
Outside the bookshop, stood people of all different ages, cameras were flashing, letting out a purple smoke and constant chatter was sounding around her. Realising suddenly what all the fuss was she pushed her way into the bookshop. At the front stood Harry with Gilderoy Lockhart's arm wrapped around his shoulders. Hermione smiled sympathetically as pictures were taken and Harry's face practically screamed awkwardness. In the corner his most recent book was being displayed 'Magical Me' . Hermione once would have stood here with everyone else, practically swooning but not now. Not when she knows the truth about this coward.
A few places in front of her, she spotted Blaise with his Mother and at the front stood Mrs Weasley . She would have tried to get a closer view, but unfortunately the crowd was too big, all waiting in line to get their books signed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Harry, stepped into Flourish and Blott's this morning, to purchase my auto biography 'Magical Me' , which incidentally is currently celebrating it's 27th week atop the 'Daily Prophet's' best seller list; he had no idea, that he would in fact be leaving, with my entire collective works, free of charge." Lockhart announced to the audience before him, an almost annoying yet charming grin plastered on his face. The cameras started puffing out purple smoke one again and clapping and murmering continued through the crowd.
Hermione waited eagerly for the red head and raven haired boy to walk towards the door.
"Hermione!" Harry said surprised yet welcoming. "I'm sorry I didn't reply to your letter, it had only just arrived this morning, how have your holidays been? He asked as Ron stood awkwardly behind him.
"Great thanks Harry." She replied, soon enough the other weasley's had joined behind them.
Draco had been stading on the balcony overlooking the events. Re-watching everything had become boring and in fact, he had decided it was time to spice thins up a little. His Father had given clear instructions today and he knew if he didn't do as he was told it would not end well. Strutting down the stair case, he watched Granger talk to the red head clan and noticed how awkward she looked. He smirked slightly at situation before continuing the steps.
"I bet you loved that, didn't you Potter." He said in a bored tone. "Famous Harry Potter, I mean I can't even go to a book shop without having to see you surrounded by cameras." He said before drifting past them to stand beside Hermione. Unexpectedly, Ginny stepped forward.
"Leave hm alone." She said in a slightly pathetically threatening voice.
"Oh don't worry I'm only messing around, aren't I Hermione. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend?" He said smirking slightly. Hermione took a few deep breaths.
"Yeah, you just have a stupid way of showing it." She said quietly. At this Harry let out a small laugh even though anyone could see the red tint growing across his face.
Suddenly Draco felt a hard pressure hit his shoulder, his fathers Cane. Flinching slightly at what he now assumed was a bruised shoulder he moved away from the white haired man.
"Now, now Draco...play nicely. ah Mr. Potter. Lucius Malfoy." He man said with a silky voice, extending an arm to the boy in front of him. "We meet at last." Harry hesitantly shook the mans hand, never breaking eye contact.
"Forgive me." He stated pulling the boy closer to examine the scar on is forehead. "Te scar is legend." Draco took a step backwards but couldn't take his eyes off of his father. "As of course, the wizard who gave it to you." The man said, mimicking his son's smirk.
"Voldemort killed my parents." Harry stated darkly. Anger obviously rising. "He was nothing more than a murderer." At the use of the name, Draco could feel goosebumps form on his upper arms. He again, took a step back.
"Hmm, you must be very brave to mention his name." Lucius stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes, " Or very foolish." Suddenly Hermione spoke.
"Fear of the name, only increases fear of the thing itself." She whispered, not realising everyone could hear her. Draco drew in a sharp breath, clenching his teeth as his father turned to her.
"Ah, you must be Miss. Granger , I know a lot about your parents." He said calmly, giving a small smile. "A very bright Witch indeed. I assume you are here with Draco." he stated, turning towards the Slytherin boy. Draco nodded once, before exchanging a glance with Hermione for the first time since they arrived. "Well i can assure you, you aer just as beautiful as your mother."
"So, let me see who you two have been messing with. Red hair, Vacant expressions, a secondhand book." He stated, taking the text book out of Ginnys cauldron and examining it. "You must be the Weasley's." He stated, turning towards the two Slytherins, smirking.
approached the group and put a protective arm around his youngest. "Come on guys, lets go outside, it is getting rather mad in here." He muttered to the group before looking towards Lucius.
"Ah, Weasley Senior."
"Lucius."
"What's the use of putting a disgrace to the name of wizard, if they don't even pay you well for it." He said spitefully. Draco saw Hermione step back this time.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy." The red headed man said just a strongly, not letting his composure falter.
"Clearly." Lucius snarled before placing back two books into Ginny's cauldron.
Hermione was standing beside Draco, practically screaming inside, yet she knew it would do no good to retaliate.
"I'll see you at work." Malfoy Senior said darkly, before turning on his heel and moving out of the shop. Hermione let out a sharp sigh.
"What is his problem?" Ginny said quietly as the others regained their composure. Draco didn't say a word but was just staring at the floor.
"We should get going Hermione." Draco said quietly and she nodded.
"I'm really sorry, ." Hermione said in a sad tone before glancing at Harry and Ron. "See you at school." The two boys nodded at her.
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault. Lets just hope you friends doesn't turn out just like him." Ron muttered. Hermione though she heard Draco say something but brushed it off.
The slytherin boy left the shop and she was about to do the same when the two books caught her attention. "Oh, er it looks like Lucius misplace on of his books with yours." She said pointing to Ginny's cauldron.
"Oh yes, so it does. Surprising to see him carry around something not quite as extravagant as he always talks about." Mr weasley joked. Hermione laughed softly.
"Shall i go and give it back to him, i am sure i will have to see him later." She said and when he nodded, she took the book from the cauldron.
"See you later Hermione." She heard Harry call from behind her as she made her way through the door and back onto the street, still covered in a large crowed. Puting the book into her cloak pocket, she looked around. Finally she could see her Mother and Father, talking to Lucius and Narcissa outside Slug and Jiggaers Apothecary. Walking towards them she noticed Draco leaning against the brick wall next to them.
"Ah, there's my little unicorn." said, bending down to embrace his daughter. "Narcissa, Lucius this is my daughter, Hermione."
"Yes, infact we just met. Very beautiful this one." Lucius said, smiling at the other two adults. Bending down towards her he placed a hand out towards her. "I'm sorry we didn't formally meet. I'm Draco's father, Lucius. He has told me so much about you." He said. Hermione looked at his hand then back towards his face. She was scared to shake it. This hand had caused so many deaths and she hated the idea of even talking to him. Gritting her teeth she shook it which caused his to sile even wider.
"This one has a lot of potential I feel", he laughed happily to the others. Hermione glanced over at Draco who was just looking at her. Not glaring or smirking or anything else, just looking.