11N / A: Hey guys, thank you very much to everyone's Favorite and followed my fic! As promised, today I am posting another chapter. Espero que vocês gostem. Hope you like it.
I would like to recall that this fic is labeled M, so if someone feels offended with sex, violence and bad language, please do not read this fic or skip the parts that do not like you.
I am Brazilian, so any occasional error, it is because of that. Desculpe. Excuse me. I can not say who will be the pair of Hermione, but I think you'll like it.
Anyway, the second chapter:
Umbridge was unbearable. The woman was driving her crazy. Every time Harry was returning from a detention her desire to kill her became bigger. Já And if it wasn't enouth, she was not teaching them still had to torture her best friend with a pen of blood! Merlin, she did not know how much more she could take.
The Dumbledore Armys had come like a good idea. Of course, at first she had proposed the group because all her classmates would do their OWLs. However, every new encounter she perceived as Dumbledore's Army was important. They had to protect themselves against Voldemort.
Dark times were coming. After the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry was back of the maze bringing the news that Voldemort had returned, she could see that soon, the world would no longer be the same. The prophet, though masked way, announced almost every week disappearances. She could not understand how some people still did not believe Harry. Many of his companions in DA did not believe. But she believed.
Being a Muggle-born and best friend of the Boy Who Lived, Hermione knew she would be in danger. More than she already was next to Harry and Ron to other years ... However, she would not leave him. Harry was her best friend and she would be there for him until the end. Even if it culminated her own death.
Glancing at the clock on the desk of his teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione sighed. Ainda faltavam trinta minutos para o término da aula. There were still thirty minutes to the end of the class. Looking at her book, she snorted.
Pathetic.
She had many adjectives to describe the book, but looking at its cover, a wizard moving happily his wand, she could not help but think about how pathetic the book was. Umbridge thought they were children.No. In fact, she knew very well that they were not children, and because of that, she was making they "learning" from this stupid book. The ministry did not want them to know how to fight. Why in merlin's pants they would want to take over the ministry? The idea was as funny as stupid.
Looking to her other two best friends, she snorted again. Honesty, she thought Harry would not want to annoy the woman further, but no! There was he and Ron, asleep, drooling on his books. Clearing her throat down, she woke them.
"What?" Questioned Ron, sleepy with a dry drop of drool glistening on his chin. Harry looked at her asking the same question.
"You two could at least pretend that you are paying attention" He whispered, looking over Parvati's head to see if Umbridge was watching them. "We can't go to you know what" she raised her eyebrow. "If you two are in detention."
"This class sucks" stated Ron angrily, turning his false attention to the book.
"Umbridge sucks" said Harry, also returning to his book.
The rest of the class went incredibly slowly for Hermione. She had read that book so many times that if someone asked to her to tell the subject of the book cover to cover, she was sure she could do it.
After Dumbledore's Army was started, she had started studying more defense. That had always been Harry's best subject in Hogwarts. She was good at spells, runes and Arithmancy, but defense has never been her best she was eleven years old and had received her letter, first she thought it was some kind of joke. Children are by nature mean with each other. She had never been the popular girl. Intelligent yes, but not popular. She was not that kind of kid who asked for anniversary a Barbie doll. No, she always asked for books. If she could not be the prettiest girl in school, it would be the when she got her Hogwarts letter, at first she thought it was just another trick of the children at her school who always liked to associate her to something weird. When McGonagall knocked on her door and shown her that she was wrong, she felt very glad to be wrong.
Reaching Hogwarts she wanted to show everyone that even if she had grown up in a world of Muggles, she would be as capable as those who had grown up in a wizarding world. Because of that, she had acquired the nickname know-it-all by her classmates. She did not feel sorry, though. She was also called the smartest witch of her age by the even so, she was not as good in knew the theory, of course, but lacked at the practice. Although she was always beside Harry as he, Ron and she faced a problem, it was always he who defended them, not her. Because of this, on a night lying in her bed, she had decided that from that day, she would defend all her friends.
For this reason she was in the library. She needed to study all the theoretical part before going to practice. In three hours she would have a meeting in DA, however, before she was going for it, she would put the little bit of theory that she learned into practice.
Every day now, she was going to a nearby abandoned room the charms room. Every day, after an hour of extensive reading in the library, she practiced. Although she was still not as good as Harry, she was improving. The spells came out more easily from her wand now.
In the meetings of Dumbledore's Army, Harry was teaching everyone how to launch a patron. She could not launch it first, however, after some lonely training sessions, she was able to finally launch it. It was an otter. Smiling, Hermione released her patron. A silver otter came out of her wand and ran through the empty library lightly. Though her patron was a body patron, it had not reached its full potential. She was not a happy memory enough.
Not that she was not happy. She never had a sad childhood equal to Harry, or past difficulties as Ron. However, even after arriving at Hogwarts and make friends with Harry and Ron, she had no memory that she could look deep in it and think "Now yes, today is the happiest day of my life." But she knew this day would come.
Getting up from her usual seat in the library, Hermione left the place toward the abandoned room for your training. Once there she sat up a chair and pulled out his pen, putting it on the table in front of herTaking a deep breath, she put her wand aside and concentrated on the pen. Raising her right hand, she thought to herself:
" Wingardium leviosa"
Nothing.
She knew wandless magic would be difficult, but she had not thought it would be so much. She had read in "growing a magic core: no wand." By Bill Nigelius that in order to make its core worked at best the person should practice wandless magic. Of course, wasnt every one who could no that. In fact, there were few that could make any kind of wandless magic, but she believed that she was able o do that.
Sighing, she relaxed against the chair, wondering why she could not at least make your pen move. She was trying for weeks! Merlin, she enable to do that? What was she doing wrong?
The movement!
Of course! For weeks she had just reached out and thought of the spell, but it was clear that she should make the wand movement in her hand! Blushing and looking around the room to make sure no one was watching - she had really made a stupid mistake, for the love of Merlin - she reached out and this time made the move to think of the spell.
"Wingardium leviosa"
Smiling, she watched in triumph as his pen went up to the room ceiling. She felt so stupid! How didnt she think that before?
Suddenly she felt a fatigue. Decentralizing the penalty, she took a deep breath as the penalty fell under his desk. Wandless magic, even if a first year of magic, had left her exhausted, even more than she had done it nonverbally. She was not proficient at it yet. Looking for an old clock that rested above the table, she saw that he still had an hour and a half until the time of DA of the meeting. Resting her head on her arms under the table, Hermione decided to take a nap. After all, she couldn't event get up even if she tried. The fatigue was so great ...
Her family did not understand. She hated having to behave like the perfect daughter thoroughbred great Abhazar Ravenclaw. Her daily life was filled with the doings thing that she though were completely useless, such as playing harp and learn domestic spells, but to her family, it was exactly what she, a lady of society, should be doing. She was being training to be a housewife, like her mother.
They could do all that they wanted. Eles eram homens afinal. They were men after all. While she was locked in her room being a virgin girl that she should be, her brothers were out there, venturing into the unknown.
As a child she had promised herself that once she completed seventeen years she would leave her family and find a place where she truly belong. But there was she, already eighteen and being promised a lord wich lives in front of her family's house.
Of course eighteen years was a very old age for a young lady as she was still single. However, she managed to scare away all other suitors that her parents had arranged. However, Lord Spellius Malfoy had not given up on her. This had not impressed. She did not want to be a wife Malfoy.
And she would not.
They were successed. With just twenty-one years old, her three friends and she managed to open Hogwarts. She was so elated!At first, everyone around her said that their school would be just another wizard educational institution. But there was Hogwarts, imposing on the highest hills of Scotland.
Hogwarts was beautiful. As she watched the main table for their students, she smiled to see them all happy. They had did it! Hogwarts was the safest school from all over the wizarding world and also offer the best education.
She no longer needed her family. They had dispatched her when she abandoned Spellius on the wedding. She would not live the rest of her life as a Malfoy. She was a free woman. She would draw her own destiny.
Sally was welcomed with open arms in his home. They were friends ever since she could remember. Not only him, but Godric and Helga too. And together they embarked on a new adventure: to build Hogwarts. And now, looking Helga laughing at a joke not so funny told by one of the teachers, and feel Salazar put his hand on her thigh under the table while talking to Godric, she realized that at that moment, she felt complete. PFor the first time in twenty-one years, Rowena Ravenclaw felt entirely happy.
With a thud, Hermione woke up from her nap. This was already becoming common. Since the beginning of this year, she was having dreams related to Rowena Ravenclaw. At first, they were only flashes of her childhood, but now they were becoming increasingly realistic. Why was I dreaming this? Does her obsession with "Hogwarts, a history" be an influence to those dreams? Confused, Hermione got up from her wallet and looked at the watch. it was five minutes before the DA starts. She had to hurry, she would think about these dreams later.
She was exhausted. The meeting had drained much of its magic. In fact it was probably just the wandless spell and nonverbal practiced by her earlier. Maybe she should take a break in the practice and let your body had fallen behind, once he would meet with Cho did not understand what he saw in her ... she mean, yes, Cho was a beautiful girl, however, she was not good enouth to Harry.
Shrugging to feel uncomfortable with the situation, Hermione looked at Ron who had slept in his books. Some things never change, she thought smiling looking at the redhead.
Saying goodbye to a sleeping Ron, Hermione followed into to her bedroom.. It had been a tiring day, he thought. Entering the bathroom of his room and removing her clothes, she stopped in front of the mirror and sighed. When compared to the rest of the female population of his age, Hermione could be considered as a boy. She did not think anyone would look any differently and that she looked like a little boy with small breasts and an ass nor attractive.
No. She could not think about that now. She had her OWLs at the end of the year, a lot of practice in defense against the dark arts, she was barely able to sleep palm the beginning of the school year due to the dreams of Rowena Ravenclaw .. she could not add a problem with self-esteem your list.
Sighing, Hermione stepped into the shower, washed and went to his bed, wondering if dreams with one of the founders of Hogwarts would fill. Só havia um jeito de descobrir. There was only one way to find out. Hermione waited until suddenly, she fell asleep.
She woke up the next day fully rested. There were months since she could remember sleeping so well. Probably the fact that she had stopped to think about the dream had caused his brain to stop processing them. Anyway, Hermione was glad. She felt as if she could do anything now that she was renewed.
After getting ready for the day, Hermione went downstairs to her bedroom only to find Harry sitting on the couch of the Gryffindor common room.
"Good morning Harry" greeted the girl.
"Hermione" He smiled as he adjusted his glasses to get up. "I was waiting for you"
"Oh, why?" She asked, walking over to be looking at him in the eye.
"I want to ask you a thing" he said awkwardly "You know I ... Well, I had never kissed another girl before Cho, right?".
"Yes ..." she said through uncertain about the nature of matter.
"Well ... It's just, ah, you know ...".
"Spit it out Harry" Buddy said laughing nervously.
"I do not know, I think Cho want something more serious, you know?" He smiled embarrassed. "And how do you come out with Krum last year and apparently went to his home on holiday ..."
"What?" She asked blushing "Viktor and I are just friends! I told you, we did not have what to talk I did not go to his house in the summer! Where did you get that ?! "questioned the girl.
"You did not? Ron said you were a couple and probably had, er, done something, you know? "
"Honestly Harry" She snorted "How many times do have I told you not to listen to Ron?" She asked exasperated. "Viktor and I have not done anything" She blushed again. "And you do not think er, is not too early for you and Cho ... consummate?"
"I do not know!" He said running his hand behind his head "I mean, have sex with her ..." She blushed looking at her best friend "I mean, Consummate would be great. Perfect actually "He said" She has such great breasts ... "He stopped in mid-sentence, looking at Hermione awkwardly" I mean, she is very beautiful "He Finished, looking at her expectantly.
"I do not know what to tell you "This conversation was bothering her. A lot, actually." You are the only one who must decide. Look, I have to go, "she said headed to the door" I have some books I would like to pick up before going to breakfast. See you later " she finished reaching the door.
"Hermione, wait!" Shouted Harry. Ela parou porem sem se virar. She stopped however without turning around. "Desculpe-me conversar sobre isso com você, é que você é minha melhor amiga...". "Excuse me for talking about it with you, you're my best friend ...".
"Sem problemas Harry. "No Harry problems. É para isso que servem os amigos" Sorriu "Mas eu realmente tenho que ir. That's what friends are for " she smiled" But I really have to go. Depois te encontro" I see you later".
The day went smoothly. On Thursdays she had no defense class, so do not have class with Umbridge was a relief. For always being early, she hadn't any job to do, so Hermione decided to take a day off. On that day, she would not revise any theoretical defense against the dark arts, or would practice wandless and nonverbal. She would not read any book, unless it were nonfiction. She would rest.
It was a sunny day. As her classes were over early, she would have the rest of the afternoon to rest. Opting for lunch in the kitchen, she headed the way of the common room Hufflepuff until you find the familiar pear knob. Making tickle her, she entered the kitchen.
She did not like to see the house elves working in such an abusive manner. Reason that made she creates SPEW. the kitchen, she expected to be greeted by elves, after all, she only wanted the best for them, however, it seemed like they just wanted to be away from her.
"Miss Hermione!" Exclaimed a well-known elf, which was wearing different socks on each feet "Dobby is very happy to see you" He smiled with his big yellow teeth.
"Hey Dobby" she smiled "I was thinking about lunch here today."
"Dobby feels a great pleasure to be able to help the Great Harry Potter's best friend" said the little creature. ""What Dobby can bring to Miss Granger eat? O que você quiser Dobby cozinha!" Whatever you want Dobby cook!"
"I think I would want a peach tea and a treacle tart, please"Said Hemrione, giving a nice smile to the elf.
Rushing to meet it, Dobby was preparing its returning, she tasted the snack and fired the elf. She would come back later to talk to the other elves. She would like to understand better from them because they did not care to be enslaved and why they were ignoring the socks made for her.
To better enjoy the day, Hermione decided she would sit on the grass in front of the dark lake while enjoying a beautiful novel nonfiction that her mother sent of home. As she walked, she thought she could not get enough to say how Hogwarts was beautiful. Not only just for aesthetics, but Hogwarts was magnificent for its grandeur. Walking inside it made her calm. She felt safe.
Not that Hogwarts was safe these days, she thought after looking at the new rules pinned to the wall next to the main hall made by Umbridge. In fact, since she had entered the revered school of magic, she was in constant , she could not help but feel safe. Placing her right hand on the wall she felt the warm magic emanating as if it was trying to seduce her.
If she were not one hundred percent certain that Hogwarts was not a school of dark arts, she would think that the school was full of black magic because the seduction emanating from the walls when she touched them. She felt warm, as if nothing in this world could affect her.
She remembered the first time she had touched the walls. She was sad that his housemates did not socialize with her. Ela estava tão triste! She was so sad! She thought that going to Hogwarts she would finally cease to be overlooked, but that had not occurred. Equal in her backpack school, her companions exclude her.
For a moment she though to send a letter to her parents and ask them is she could go back home, but only for a moment. Just before going to send the letter, she felt the magic asking for her by the walls, and then, she touched it. She remembered feeling very calm. Suddenly nothing else mattered, she just wanted to be there, feeling the comforting magic. It was like if Hogwarts was telling her that in the end, everything would be fine.
Looking at the walls and feeling the surprisingly hot marble in her hands, she smiled.
"Strange," said a voice startling.
"Who's there?" She asked scared. She saw no one in the bright hallway and there was no secret passages there. It would be some student in another invisibility cloak?
"You can fell it, can't you?" Said the voice. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of her, staring at her with complete curiosity. "How is this possible?"
"Who are you?" Asked Hermione looking at the woman. There was something different about her.
"I am the woman that everyone knows, but never see." Said her.
"You are Helena. Helena Ravenclaw. The ghost of Ravenclaw Tower "said Hermione automatically. The woman nodded.
"And you are the girl who can feel the castle. How? "Helena asked to Hermione with her wide eyes watching her.
"Everyone can, right?" Inquired the girl, confused.
"What's your name?" He asked the ghost ignoring her previous question.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger "said in a whisper. She was feeling a little scared.
"Strange," said Helena again. ""Very strange" And then, looking again at her, she disappeared.
"Wait!" she shouted to nowhere. "What is strange? And what's wrong to feel the castle? Helena?!"
"Tsc , tsc"
Umbridge. Umbridge.
"I want to know.." she began the woman looking at her with contempt "What you, Miss Granger is shouting for no one in the middle of corridors instead being a good student and making all your homeworks? I'm sure, a girl like you that isn't a witch from a good family, has a lot to catch on" Laughed the woman "So miss Granger, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, Professor Umbridge" she said looking at the woman, making her best to not jump in her neck and punch the horrible woman. Merlin, how she hated her.
"Like Potter, I have the impression Miss Granger, that you're lying to me and I must say that I do not like lies" said Umbridge "Detention in my room at 19:00!" And then the woman turned and continued walking down the hall. However, she did not care to the detention at that moment.
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Kisses,
Julia.