A/N: (I wrote this on Sunday:) Well, my brother lost his game! He only won one today…but that's kinda good. They were just too tired. 12 hours they were playing and sitting around in that heat. Lol, it was kinda torture and until dinner at mickey d's I had only eaten a pop tart all day! Lol.
Apologize for the long update. Just the Virginia thing…a wedding…South Africa trip…Concert for Diana…OotP world premiere…Europe to visit the dad and fam…falling-for-best-friend crisis (don't ask unless you want the whole story) and sum acting stuff. Hope you enjoy it! (I'm nervous about this chapter!)
I must say it's really developing. This installment could break or make this story! Hopefully the latter!
**wait, Wait. I have one thing to say. I must have the BEST readers on portkey. I have never felt so much support and comfort like this before. I don't even know what to say. I'm so lucky to have such amazing people supporting me…you have no idea what it means to me. I can't thank you enough. You guys are truly the best. The most compassionate readers I've ever had reviews from. Thanks guys, I love ya!
Plus--Oh my god you're totally not going to believe this. I threw away a buncha my school stuff and accidentally threw away two incredible (if I do say so myself) chapters of this story. I loved them, they were long and emotional, but fun and magical…absolutely PERFECT! I'm sooo pissed right now I don't even remember what happened in them I wrote it so long ago. So bare with me and I swear I'll try to get it better.
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Hermione was finally ready. She had woken up that morning with a goal in mind. A goal to start learning magic.
At the moment, Hermione Granger was seated straight up on her bed, wand in hand, books flailed out over the queen sized bed she called her own.
She had decided to start with a simple spell. One that could easily be done by a newcomer such as herself. She focused mainly on the first book: Standard Book of Spells, Grade One.
"Wingardium leviosa." She said softly to herself. She moved her wand according to the detailed description next to the incantation.
Mulling over the incantation again and wand movements in her head, she got read to take the first plunge into magic.
Taking a deep breath, she chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" She got excited as the pen started to lift, but it easily fell back down.
Hermione groaned and slammed her wand down, feeling like a failure and looked down.
"You might need some visual," a voice sounded.
Hermione's head snapped dup and she saw her mother's figure in the doorway. "What?"
"You can't read wand movements. You have to be shown how to do it. Here," she took out her own wand.
Hermione watched intently. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Elizabeth said, waving her wand in a swish and flick motion. Hermione watched the pen on her bed rise and float by the movement of Elizabeth Granger's wand. Elizabeth slowly let it back down.
"It's called, `swish & flick'." Her mum informed her with a smiled.
"Swish & Flick," Hermione repeated.
"Good."
Hermione lifted her wand and said softly, "Wingardium leviosa," Moving her wand in the acquired swish and flick movement.
Enchanted, she watched the same pen float to her discretion and slowly let it down. She looked up at her mother leaning in the doorway, grinning and clapping for her.
"Mum! I did it!" Hermione squealed.
"You're a natural!" She laughed, stopping clapping.
Hermione grinned and said, "That was easy. I did magic! Magic! For the first time!"
"Well, on purpose, you had a lot of accidents as a child," She laughed. Hermione joined her chuckles but abruptly stopped.
The smile dropped from Hermione's face. "So, what are you doing home? Doesn't first class start soon?"
"I don't have that early of a class, but yes. Um, actually…I, I was wondering if you would like to, um, come to work, you know…to Hogwarts with me?" Elizabeth asked cautiously.
"Really?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"Well…" Elizabeth started nervously. "Emma is at Mrs. Codsworth's….and seeing as you got fired..." Hermione frowned. She had gotten fired by Madam Rosmerta a few days ago. She didn't blame her, too many accidents and no magic to clean it up. Well, Hermione wasn't really fired. She more…quit. Rosmerta had been kind of upset with her, but was not going to fire her, when Hermione kind of…volunteered herself. She knew she was slowing things down, and that Rosmerta didn't have the heart to fire her. So she did it herself. Her mum never did hear the whole story. "I was just wondering if you wanted to spend the day around Hogwarts. I know you always loved to read about it and see pictures," Elizabeth finished.
Hermione thought about it for a moment. She couldn't believe her mum. For once she wasn't rude, or angry or moody, and she wasn't being fake. Maybe she should take advantage of the situation and see where it got her. Besides, Hogwarts was a lovely place. She could walk around and maybe even convince McGonagall into giving her a few jobs to do…just to earn a bit of money again. "Sure…mum. Yeah, that'd be great."
A tentative smile returned to Elizabeth's lips. "Wonderful. Just…um, get whatever you need. We'll leave in a few minutes. We can apparate to the gates but from there we have to walk in."
"I know," Hermione sighed.
"That's right, my little girl knows everything," Elizabeth said without thinking. They both were silent for a moment before Elizabeth pushed herself off the door way. "Well, just um, I'll be in the parlor when your ready."
"Okay," Hermione replied.
Once her mother left, Hermione realized that she was wearing skin-tight holey light jeans and a form fitted white short sleeved shirt that exposed a sliver of her midriff. The shirt was fine, she supposed, but the jeans were probably too messy. `Oh, well,' Hermione thought. She didn't feel like changing and besides, most people passed tight, ripped jeans off as a style these days. She pulled her hair up loosely in a large clip, while one strand fell loose around her neck. She didn't care.
Stuffing her wand in her back pocket and slipping on her flip-flops, she walked out her bedroom door and closed it. Hermione walked into the parlor and met her mum.
"Ready to go?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah," Hermione smiled.
They walked out the door together and faced the bright sunlight as it beat down on the small village of Hogsmeade. There was not a cloud on the horizon as far as you could see. For the first time in months, smiling faces walked the sunny streets. For months, now, since the war had begun with Voldemort and the dark side, every day had seemed dark and dreary. Like it rained everyday; clouds always floated nearby.
But not today. Today was perfect. Maybe it was a sign; a sign that everything would be alright, a sign that things in her dark and cloudy life are starting to clear up. Maybe it was jut because of Hermione's cheery mood that had such a positive attitude on life, ever since learning that one spell this morning. She was extremely excited that she had finally done magic. It was a huge milestone in her life. Something she had only dreamed of trying to do. Never did she know that at age seventeen, she would accomplish her goal.
Before Hermione knew it, they had reached the gates of the castle, deciding to walk instead of apparate in light of the clear weather.
"McGonagall wants to see you this morning before we, or you, do anything." Elizabeth said.
"Okay," Hermione answered.
"She really likes you, you know."
"McGonagall?" Hermione inquired.
"Yes. She thinks you have a wonderful personality and a lot of potential," Elizabeth said.
Hermione blushed. "Don't be so humble," Elizabeth said. "You're a wonderful young woman, Hermione Jane."
"Thank you," Hermione softly told her.
They were silent until they reached McGonagall's office. Elizabeth knocked on the door softly. "Minerva?" she called.
"One moment, please," they heard on the other side of the door.
They patiently waited until the headmistress came to the door and answered it. "Ah!" Elizabeth, Hermione. So nice to see you. Please, do come in," McGonagall greeted.
"Hello, Minerva," Elizabeth greed her as they walked in.
"Hello," McGonagall said.
"Hello, Professor," Hermione greeted her as well.
"Good morning, Hermione. So nice to see you here today. Please, you two take a seat," the old professor invited them, taking a seat at her own desk.
Elizabeth and Hermione took their seats, in front of the headmistress's desk. "Good morning to you as well. How are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"Oh, alright," Minerva said. "Dealing with the students is never easy in the morning. I was just about to go into the dining hall, actually. And you?"
"We're well," Elizabeth said. "Hermione actually did her first spell this morning!"
"Mum…" Hermione blushed in embarrassment at her mother's enthusiasm.
"That's magnificent, Miss Granger! I knew you had potential, I could tell you were a natural from our first meeting!" McGonagall exclaimed.
Hermione was quite embarrassed with all the attention she was receiving. But it was kind of nice to hear her mother gloating about her.
Elizabeth, however, was feeling somewhat brilliant about her daughter's accomplishment. Underneath, she had so many secret about her and Hermione's past, but for once, she wasn't worried about revealing them. Hermione seemed fairly content with heir growing relationship and Elizabeth didn't want to shake things up by telling her daughter the biggest secret she had ever held. She hadn't thought about it in months, but now, she was forcing herself to push it in the back of her mind again.
"Well, it is real nice to see you this morning. I'm so happy you chose to come today, Miss Granger. What were you planning on doing?" The Headmistress's voice brought Elizabeth out of her stupor.
"I was planning on walking around, touring the castle and maybe sitting in on one of my mother's classes…" Hermione said.
"I heard you got fired from your job..." Hermione shot her mother a dark look that Elizabeth shrugged off. "And I'll be willing to pay you a generous amount for odd jobs around the castle. Your mother did say you liked to earn you way," Minerva said.
"I believe in hard work," Hermione replied.
"Very respectable," McGonagall commented. Hermione smiled. "You may see Filch, our grounds keeper; he should find some work for you."
"Oh, my. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me."
McGonagall laughed. "Refreshing. Absolute wonderful daughter you have here, Elizabeth, "McGonagall stood, as did they. "You should be very prod."
"That I am," Elizabeth shook the headmistress's hand. "I must be off. I would like to introduce Hermione to one of my friends. DO you mind if I steal her away for now, she'll come back later for, the uh, job."
"Of course. I'll see you shortly," Minerva said.
"Goodbye, Minerva," Elizabeth walked to the door.
"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall," Hermione turned and waved as she walked out the door.
"Goodbye, child," She waved.
When both Elizabeth and Hermione left, McGonagall leaned against her desk.
"Lovely Girl," She sighed.
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"This way," Elizabeth instructed her daughter. She guided her to a large classroom in the castle and led her in.
"Lilly?" Elizabeth called. "Lilly?"
"Elizabeth is that you?" a tall, read headed woman stepped from behind the blackboard.
"Yes, Lilly, it's me." Elizabeth called back, laughing. `I though I'd bring my daughter by to meet you."
"Oh!" Lilly smiled genuinely. "Wonderful. I've heard so much about you!"
Elizabeth chuckled. "Hermione, this is Professor Lilly Potter. She teaches Charms. Lilly, this is my daughter, Hermione Granger."
"So you're what all the fuss is about," Lilly said, shaking Hermione's hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Professor Potter," Hermione greeted her.
"Oh, darling, do call me Lilly. It's not as if you're one of my students, anyways," She smiled. Hermione couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. They were a brilliant color of emerald green that was enchanting. She realized they were exactly the same as Harry's.
It was in that moment that she actually remembered that she was talking to Lilly potter, Harry's mother. It was somewhat fascinating to Hermione that people such as Lilly and Harry, who had suffered so much loss in their lives, could still be so lovely. Sure, Hermione had suffered so much loss in their lives, could still be so lovely. Sure, Hermione had suffered a lot in her life, but not much death, and she didn't find herself lovely all anyway.
"Of Course," Hermione smiled shyly.
"You know-" Elizabeth started.
"Professor Granger?" a voice carried from the classroom entrance.
The three turned around to face a very intimidated first year boy.
"Oh, excuse me," Elizabeth said. "I must go. I'll see you two later. Hermione, will you be
alright?"
"Yes, mum," Hermione answered.
"Alright, goodbye," Elizabeth walked out.
"Have you met my son Harry?" Lilly asked, not waning to mention that she already knew she had. She did not want to get into why she knew. Too many questions.
"Oh yes," Hermione smiled. "He's very nice."
"Eh, he's alright," Lilly joked.
Hermione laughed. "No really, he's great. One of the first friends I made here…him and Lillian Fairchild."
"Oh, yes, Lillian is an interesting person. But nothing compared to our dear Luna Lovegood."
"She's a bit out there, I will admit," Hermione chuckled.
"Wow, Hermione, you have been around, you know more people than I thought you did!" Lilly exclaimed.
"Well, all because of Harry and Lillian," Hermione told her.
"Right," Lilly said. A few students started walking in loudly and Lilly checked her watch.
"I guess I should go…"Hermione started.
"Yes, I have my first class…but I have a group of seven years right after lunch, mostly Gryffindor, and Slytherin, but if you want to…you could come back in and sit in," Lilly said.
"I'd love to," Hermione's face brightened
"Great. I'll see you then, "Lilly bad her goodbye.
"Bye," Hermione smiled, walking out the door.
"Settle down class!" Lilly called. "Let's get started…please turn to page-"
Hermione closed the door behind her politely and found McGonagall again. The headmistresses led her to Filch, who was more than happy to arrange a few jobs for her to do.
About an hour later, Hermione was mopping the floors. She knew she was lucky to be doing the job. The headmistress could have assigned the job to detention students, or charmed a mop to do it itself, but she took a bit of pity on Hermione, she supposed. And I some ways, Hermione was glad. She liked to earn her own money and she needed it; her family had never been rich…they needed what they could get.
It was only then that she felt someone bump into her hard, making her slip on the wet floors and fall hard to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry," a sneering voice said sarcastically. "Did I knock you down, servant
girl?"
"I am not a servant girl; and you know very well that you did," Hermione spat.
"Oooo…" Hermione heard a few of his friends behind him sing.
"You got a bit of bite, slave, and a lot of nerve," The boy said.
"I'm not a slave," Hermione snapped.
"Like a house elf," He added, ignoring her last comment.
"I believe house elves should be free. And paid," Hermione stuck up her nose, though still on the floor.
He just laughed. "Get up," He kicked her sharply in the side.
Hermione winced and instinctively stood up, almost fearful of not.
"Oooo…we have an obedient one. What's your name, servant girl?" he asked.
"My name is Hermione Granger," She spat at him.
"Well, I'm Michael Ferris," he smirked. "And you, miss Granger have some very tight clothes on," Michael took a step closer to her.
(*A/N: NOT a descriptive rape scene, I swear it. Keep going…*)
Hermione took a step back in fear, and he followed her back.
"Get way from me!" She ordered.
He slapped her across the face. "Don't talk to me like that! You aren't worthy of it. I've had a bad day…I need to take It out one somebody." He almost said it like he was amused, which he probably was.
Hermione put a hand to her cheek and winced in pain. Flashbacks of her past ran through her mind and she knew exactly what was happening. The bad thing was Hermione wasn't strong enough yet to fight back, spiritually or mentally.
Michael continued to hit her and whenever she pushed his hands away as they ran down her body, he hit her again. She was gasping in pain and he shoved her hard against the wall. He let his friends join in and they just kept kicking her and hitting her.
As Hermione closed her eyes, she expected another punch in the abdomen, but when nothing happened she opened them just in time to see Ferris flipped around and shoved against the wall by none other than Harry Potter in a flash.
"What exactly did you think you were doing, Ferris?" He sneered.
"Just having a little fun with the servant girl...it was an off day," Michael said, amused.
Harry glanced at Hermione, whom he had recognized while he, Draco, and Ron were taking a short cut to class being beaten up. She had slid down the wall on the ground, looking absolutely scared to death. "You leave her alone," he warned. "Ron," He signaled to Ron, who held Michael in place while Harry walked to Hermione. Meanwhile, Draco was having some fun with Michael's new friends, and his own old friends…Crabbe and Goyle. Ever since Malfoy had started dating Ginny…he had abandoned his abusive and ignorant friends and they had to find a new leader.
Harry knelt in front of her. "Hermione, what are you doing here?"
"My mum wanted me to…come to work, with her. McGonagall game some things to do around the castle for money so…and then-" Hermione was shaking.
"Merlin, Hermione," he mumbled. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
She nodded. "I guess I'm just a little shaken up…I'll be okay."
"Are you sure? No…you're not… you should go see Madam Pomfrey…she'll clear these up for you…" Harry concluded.
"No!" Hermione almost shouted. Harry looked taken aback. "I mean…I just don't want to go to a doctor…"
Harry sighed. "Please, Hermione. You need to. These need to get healed. Don't think Ferris isn't going to pay for what he did. I'll talk to the Headmistress about it. But you need to see her. Come with me, will you?"
"Y-yes," She said, choking back a sob. He must really care about her if he's going to all this trouble for just a stupid girl like herself. It made her wonder if she actually had a real friend now.
He closed his eyes, trying to subside his anger. This poor girl had gone through seven years of abuse and now she was on the edge of it again.
"Oh, Hermione." He said, taking her in his arms as she choked back sobs. She let him hold her, and shook a little in his arms. He held her now, the main thought entering his mind was that this was the first time she had ever let him touch her. Every time he had touched her arm or bumped into her on accident in Hogsmeade she would shudder and freak out, usually finding some excuse to disappear. And now, he held her, she was broken and torn. He had no idea what to do.
Then, looking down at her terrified face, and body, he held her tighter and silently swore to himself that he would never again let anymore hurt this girl. They would have to kill him first.
He let her go unwillingly, and returned to Michael. Ron backed away as Harry shoved him against the stone wall. "You lay another finger on her, Ferris, I'll kill you." Michael's face hardened. He got the picture. "You touch her. YOU die." He hit once for pleasure and pushed him away. Michael and his friends scurried away.
"Who is that?" Hermione asked, as Draco helped her up. She was a little scared of him touching her but he was a friend of Harry's, and she trusted Harry.
"Michael Ferris. Seventh Year Slytherin," Harry said.
"Wanna be Malfoy." Ron added.
"Future Death Eater," Malfoy commented.
"Ironic, coming from you," Ron shot back.
"Shut it Weasley," Draco said.
"Why don't you make me, Malfoy?" Ron challenged.
"Boys! This is hardly the time! Get off of each other. You know better than that." Hermione exclaimed, gaining back a bit of strength. Harry was amazed at her sense to take control so suddenly. Ron and Draco were a bit surprised to but broke apart anyway.
Harry shook his head and pulled out his wand, cleaning the mess made.
That reminded Hermione of something. "Harry?"
"Yeah?" He looked up.
"I did a spell today. This morning," Hermione told him, a smile actually returning to her face.
She saw a smile on his now too. "That's great. I'm sure you're brilliant at it."
"It was only levitating," She added.
He nodded. "Ah," He looked down and looked back up grinning. "Want to learn another?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow curiously.
"C'mere," He guided her hand with her wand in it and pointed down at a spill of loose water. "Scourgify," He said.
She gasped in surprise as the water disappeared.
He smiled just at her smile. "Try it."
She hesitated but did, after a few trys, and she got it. "Scourgify," She finally made the water disappear this time.
"But they will get a lot harder," Harry said.
"Would you teach me?" Hermione asked curiously.
He was taken aback by her question. "I…I suppose"
She smiled. "When?"
He thought for a moment. "Tomorrow. Here, in the room of requirement its-"
"I know what it is. I know everything about this place." Hermione said.
He looked at her, trying to read her. And he realized there was much more to Hermione Granger than on the surface. He already knew she was beautiful and probably brilliant…she was hurt and torn; but she had her own hidden secrets and talents.
She saw him scanning her face, as if he was trying to study her. She had never felt so much care from anyone; not even her own mother and certainly not her father. The only other people who had ever cared about her at all were her sister, and Remus Lupin. She had been terrified at the possibility of Michael seriously hurting her, but Harry had shown up just in time. Now she could only confirm that what she had here was indeed a friendship. It felt strong to her. Like it would take the Jaws of Life to break. It was a new feeling, something she had never experienced before. At school as a younger child, no one liked her. She was the smart, know-it-all, little girl in the front, raising her hand at every question the teacher asked. "T-Thank you," She suddenly said.
He stared at her. "Of course." He whispered. "No one should hurt you. No one will ever hurt you again." He hadn't meant to say that, as she could probably read into the fact that he knew about her father, but it was out in the open now.
She narrowed her eyes at him a bit, trying to decipher what he knew. Could that mean something? Did he know something about her past? Hermione forced herself to push into the back of her mind for now. She finally looked behind him, to where Draco and Ron were standing, who had been studying them the entire time silently.
"C'mon, let's go to Madam Pomfrey's…" Harry led her to the infirmary, as Draco and Ron just went to class, at Hermione's descriptive orders to them.
Madam Pomfrey healed all her wounds and pain. She asked many questions but Harry had demanded several times they do this without questions, to Hermione's request. Finally, they got out of there.
"I-I am supposed to be about to head off to Charms right now," He said. "But…if you don't want to be alone, I can stay with you."
"No. No! Go to class! You've already missed one class and lunch. You will not miss another, Harry," She nagged at him.
"Are you sure?" He asked her.
"Yes, yes, yes. And besides, if you are going to Charms, then I'm going with you. I met your mum this morning. She told me I could drop by after lunch for that class today and I told her I would." Hermione told him.
"Oh, Okay then," Harry said, turning around.
Hermione smiled and laughed to herself, watching as he walked away. Then it occurred to her that he might just be walking away from her. Maybe she had sounded too much like his mother…or said something….
She saw him turn around, smiling. "You coming or what?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled, walking to catch up with him. They walked into the Charms classroom and Lilly noticed her the second she pranced through the doors. "Hermione! Oh, it's lovely to see you've come. And dragged my son to class, as well." She finished sternly. "I heard you missed a class and weren't at lunch, Harry Potter, you better have a good excuse."
"It was my-" Hermione started, but Harry cut her off.
"I'll tell you all about it later, mum. But something happened and I had to take care of it," Harry said, signaling to his mother with his eyes that it was about Hermione and he really would tell her later, just not now.
"Well, okay then. Take your seats. Hermione, I'm so glad you made it." She concluded, with a sigh.
"Thank you, Lilly." Hermione smiled.
Harry smiled inwardly at hearing Hermione called his mother by her first name. His mum must really like this girl if she's so open to her. Yes, Lilly Potter was kind to everyone. But usually a little distant. To Hermione, it almost seemed like they shared a connection. Maybe it was their somewhat similar personalities, or maybe Lilly just felt like she knew the deep soul of the young girl in front of her. Whatever it was, Harry knew it was something new.
Harry joined where Ron, Draco and Lillian were in the third row and offered Hermione the seat next to Lillian, as he sat beside Hermione.
"Hermione! What are you doing in class? Ron and Draco told me what happened…" Harry narrowed his eyes at his two sheepish best friends, but Hermione put a hand on his arm, still looking at Lillian, to let him know it was okay.
"Yes, well, Li-Professor Potter offered me a place in her class today…to sit in. So I figured I would. My mum brought me with her today." Hermione said.
Just as Lillian was about to answer, a beautiful blonde haired girl made her appearance and sat down casually next to Harry. "Hi, Harry," She greeted.
"Oh, hi." Harry smiled.
"Hello, Madeleine." Lillian said, obviously despising this girl. "Have you met Hermione?"
"No, I haven't. Harry, who's this?" She asked.
"This is my friend Hermione. Hermione Granger. Her mother's a professor here. I could have sworn I told you about her," Harry introduced them.
Madeleine shrugged. "Must've forgotten. I'm Madeleine Bernadotte." She said to Hermione. "How well do you know Harry, Hermione?"
"I-" Hermione started.
"Len, she's a really good friend of mine." Harry answered for her. "I'm sure you'll get to know her later."
When Hermione smiled secretly at Harry for his answer, Lillian leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Sorry about her. She's Harry's girlfriend. She's a bit of a slut. Only dating Harry because of what he is. Harry's just blinded by her beauty. Don't worry though; Harry won't let her get in the way." Lillian smirked. Hermione really didn't know what the last part meant but smiled gratefully at Lillian and turned towards the front of the class to Lilly, who was now beginning class.
"Now, remember that last week, we talked about…" Lilly started.
Hermione pulled out her notebook she had brought with her and began to take notes just as Lillian had, listening intently to everything The Professor said.
As class rambled on, Harry eyes were not on the blonde haired beauty draping her arm around him, but the brunette witch sitting next to him. He watched her poised figure sit straight up and listen to hi smother, jotting down notes about things Hermione had probably read about her entire life.
There was something about her, her hair that was loosely put up, her smile that dazzled him, making him happy just to see her happy, her chocolate brown eyes that always showed a different emotion. He didn't want to give her up. Not ever. She was a friend of his now, and he already felt a connection with her. He felt the need to protect her because of her past. Maybe it wasn't fair, but he didn't care. It was what he was going to do. She needed him, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't need her in his life.
He didn't care if they just met a few weeks ago, he was closer with her than any other friend he'd ever had.
Lilly Potter continued her message, smiling, as she noticed that her son wasn't paying a lot of attention to her, but his eyes were staring at that lovely Hermione Granger.
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A/N: Whew, 8 pages plus a little on the ninth. Longest I've ever done! Lol. You guys deserved it though. I'm sorry it's taken so long. I'll let you in on a secret when I say this is my favorite story. With Caribbean Cruising, I'm following the book's plot a bit, but here…I love it.
It's a bit difficult to write because the characters I made in chapter one, must grow. Draco couldn't be the bad guy if I had already made him the good guy. So bear with me as I create a new world.
Madeleine came out of nowhere as I was writing in my notebook, but I like her character. Adds a bit of steam. It sounds weird, but her name came from my mother. I needed a name and I wrote down Madeleine. It was my mum's name and I had been thinking a lot about her lately, since her memorial service. Her friends called her Len. Don't get me wrong, my mum was NOT Like the character in this story. She just has the same name and physical features. Other than that, the personality and the sluttyness…that was def. NOT my mum. Lol!
Love ya! Review! Please! It gives me fire and passion for this story!
**Next Chapter***
~Lilly/Harry talk
~Hermione discovers the Harry/Lillian mystery.
~Hermione learns some more MAGIC! This is what this story is mostly about, mind you! Lol. Its just gotten off to a different start. I intended it to be completely different, but once you start writing, the little muse inside your head takes over!
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