Chapter 2
Eleven years later.
Stretching sleepily, the girl sat up on the bed. The curtains in her room had already been opened by the house elf, and the sun was illuminating the entire space. Since her first night at the manor, the room has remained hers. The interior has only slightly changed. There are now more cabinets and a mirror. There is also more gray than emerald.
At sixteen, she has everything she could possibly want. She has a loving mother and a brother, whom she will have to marry according to the agreement of her father, who was put in Azkaban and died there.
Together with Narcissa, Hermione visited St. Mungo's Hospital, where her evidence of involvement in the magical world was confirmed. Despite her age, the girl turned out to be very smart and skilled in using many spells. Studying with Draco, she sometimes even surpassed him.
In Malfoy Manor, Hermione, in addition to a huge number of rooms, discovered a library where she enjoyed reading many interesting books. In the garden, she walked around the maze and rode horses from the stable. She also tried to learn how to fly on a broomstick, but unfortunately she did not succeed. Despite this, she continued to try and believed that one day she would succeed.
Later, the boys received their letters from Hogwarts. Hermione and Draco were so happy, and Lucius and Narcissa had a party in honor of this event. The next day, the guys couldn't wait to visit Diagon Alley to buy all the necessary supplies and uniforms, and the sticks were already there. Narcissa accompanied them, so they had to stop and wait for her to talk to friends they met.
Upon arrival at school, the boy asked her if he should try to get to know Harry Potter. "It's better to do it now than regret it later," she said. However, the acquaintance did not work out then. Hermione took Draco's hand and pulled him away from Potter. And let him just try to say something bad about the Malfoys. The year was just wonderful. Draco was making progress, and Hermione sometimes helped him when he got upset or couldn't cope with the task.
In the second year, he and his father were already buying the necessary supplies. Then an unpleasant situation occurred. Draco got angry at Harry Potter, and the girl did not have time to take his hand. Fortunately, my father appeared and helped resolve the conflict. Bad things were happening at school. Draco tried not to let his sister out of his sight and forbade her to go alone. Mom then wanted to take them home, but everything stopped abruptly. Once again, Harry Potter saved them.
In the third year, Draco was already more unlucky than she was. He climbed up to the animal himself and got a bruised arm. The girl was very worried about him and ordered him to visit Madam Pomfrey for bandages.
On the fourth, Hermione was jealous of Draco for Pansy, even though the girls had become friends then. And Draco was driving the arrogant guys from Durmstrang away from her.
On the fifth, Draco was on Umbridge's team. Hermione didn't support him. On the contrary, she asked me not to interfere in all this until my father was put in Azkaban, where he died a month later.
Then the family was in mourning. Everyone was sitting in their rooms, did not go anywhere and did not invite them to their place. Draco then shut himself in, crying. Only Hermione could be there, gently stroking his back and hair, holding his hand. Only she had seen his tears at such a conscious age.
Pushing aside the memories, Malfoy got out of bed and threw a black silk robe over her white shirt, then went out into the hallway, from where she headed to the bathroom. After locking the door with a spell, she dumped all her belongings on the floor and went into a warm shower. He calmed me down, put my thoughts in order. There have been too many of them lately.
After all the morning procedures in her room, she went to the full-length mirror and saw in the reflection a beautiful girl with long straight hair, a thin waist and big brown eyes. She started straightening her hair since she settled here.
"Nora!" Hermione called.
An elf in a white pillowcase and socks immediately appeared in front of her.
"Yes, madam, how can I help you?" she squeaked softly.
"As you know, Mom is hosting a reception in honor of the Dark Lord's arrival. I need a suitable outfit for today's ceremony."
Nora smiled kindly and snapped her fingers. An emerald dress made of silk, trimmed with emeralds and rubies, appeared in front of the girl. Hermione stood as if under a deafening spell and could not utter a word. At the same moment, she hugged her house elf.
"Thanks, Nora, you've helped me out a lot again."
"Everything is for you, madam. Mrs. Malfoy also asked me to give you this," a wide silver bracelet appeared in her thin pale palms, on which a snake was depicted. Nora looked sympathetically at her mistress, who pretended not to notice anything.
"Thanks, go ahead," said Hermione and took the gift, and the elf disappeared with a sharp pop.
Why is this happening? She didn't want to be who they thought she was. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she knew she was a Malfoy and had to live up to her last name.
It's time to go to breakfast. Wiping away her tears and putting aside her dress for the evening, Hermione put on her black casual and left the room.
On the way, she heard voices and, going to the door of her brother-in-law's bedroom, saw an unpleasant picture through the crack. Draco was kissing some blonde girl who was sitting on his lap. Malfoy wandered his hands over her body, and the girl responded to his caresses.
Hermione was surprised and upset by her brother's behavior. She didn't know how to react to this situation, but she needed to collect her thoughts. However, she couldn't do it... tears kept rolling down her cheeks. In her bedroom, she could let loose her tears.
Suddenly the door opened and Mom came in. Only she knew how hard it was for Hermione. Sitting down on the bed, the woman stroked her back, soothing her.
"Mom, why is he doing this to me? What did I do to him? I love him, though not in the right way."
"Hermione, honey, he's a man, and that says it all. He hasn't figured himself out yet. It's hard for him now too. Draco lost his father and had to accept the Dark Lord's mark. Which you'll have to accept," Mrs. Malfoy said slowly.
"Mom, I can't take it anymore. I'm used to him, but he's not used to me. How long can this go on? A year? And then the wedding, I don't want to live with him knowing that he's cheating on me."
"I could, and you can. Never let yourself be weak, darling. Never! Now go wash up and come down for breakfast. Niki made your favorite sour cream cheesecakes. Remember, the reception starts at seven."
Narcissa went out, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts and feelings that she could not understand.
Hermione didn't notice how quickly time flew by. The clock was already showing six o'clock, and it was time for her to get ready. The same dress for the reception, black high-heeled shoes. Thanks to Narcissa for making sure that Hermione could wear them. She put a gift bracelet on her right hand. The last one remains. Pointing her wand at her hair, Hermione cast a spell.
"Kolovari," after which she became a platinum blonde.
***
"Draco, get moving, come on! You're like a garden gnome, ha ha ha."
"Am I a garden gnome? A dwarf?" The boy looked at his sister in surprise.
She collapsed on the grass, clutching her stomach with laughter. Draco had almost caught up with her.
"Come on, just a little more…"
"Hermione," he drawled sweetly behind her back and, grabbing her in his arms, ran to the river, where he jumped with her.
"What are you doing, Draco! Stop it!" She screamed.
He scooped up sand from the bottom and threw it right at her, which caused Hermione's entire head to be in the sand. Now she looked like a swamp witch.
"So who's the dwarf?"
She glared angrily and threw a large lump of dirt at him.
"You! A nasty, little, trashy girl. What's wrong with my hair?" Draco said in shock. "I repeat, what's wrong with my hair?"
And she just watched as his hair began to turn purple from this dirt.
"Oh, it's time to run," she quickly swam out of the river with loud screams. "Mom, Mom! Draco is a garden gnome with purple hair!"
Narcissa ran out and saw her son, then looked at Hermione and immediately burst into a ringing laugh, the children looked at her as if she were crazy.
"Mom, is everything okay?" Draco asked, startled, and immediately turned his gaze to the girl, whose hair was bright green.
"Ha ha ha, witch! That's for you!"
Narcissa hugged both grimy children and took them into the house.
It was late in the evening when the children were sitting on the same bed and listening to a fairy tale, from which their eyes slowly began to close. Hermione fell asleep first, followed by Draco.
The room is quiet, only the breathing of small tired children and the quiet whisper of the mother can be heard.
"I love you."
***
Hermione Malfoy's entries in her personal diary at the age of 8.
I guess I'm a little confused. I think I like Draco, but he's so arrogant and mean! Maybe I'm wrong after all? Today he gave Pansy a flower, but I didn't, and that made me feel somehow unpleasant and offended. He knew that my favorite flowers were daisies, and he gave one to Pansy anyway. And how am I worse than her? By what? Just because I'm his sister.
I decided to take revenge. I went up to them and saw Zabini, Draco's friend. I don't know why I did it, but I took Blaze's hand and spent the whole day with him, even though I don't like him. We were just walking around the stable.
Draco Malfoy's entries in his personal diary at the age of 9.
How could she do that? That damn girl. How? Although, why am I surprised? I'm not like Zabini, not so cute and funny. These thoughts make it even worse. I like her, but there's nothing I can do. Did I upset her in some way? Dad said it was feminine, although I still didn't understand what it was. We should find out.
I went to her room. When I opened the door, I saw that she was already asleep, holding a daisy in her hands. Her face was red from crying, and I understood why! The next morning I brought her lots and lots of daisies. I picked every single one of them in our garden and brought them to her.
When Hermione saw the bouquet, she was very happy. And I just told her, "Don't cry anymore, now all the daisies are yours."