Hello my peeps, this is unbeta'd, so bear with me on the spelling/grammer mistakes. I know the last chapter was kinda random, but i'm a random person, and well, if you don't like it, then there really isn't anything i can do about it.
Anywhoo, i'll see you lovely people on the other side.
She could feel his eyes, she could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, and then she felt his intense gaze leave her, probably to examine Jason, or to sweep the area. For some reason his stare did not make her uncomfortable, but rather she felt safe, one of her Blood Brothers was watching for her and her small kin, she was being protected.
Jason enjoyed the sunlight; the sparkling water of the lake was stretched out before them, its surface shining like diamonds were embedded into the deep green-black plane. Not a ripple distorted the vision; Hermione felt the unreasonable urge to jump in, to swim, to feel the water sliding past her long, strong, scaled bulk, to peer through the translucent water with eyes protected by clear lenses, to pursue fish to her hearts delight, to wrestle the giant squid, to…
Hermione shook her head like a dog trying to get water out of its ears, she was endeavoring to shake these thoughts out of her brain; she really needed to talk to Malfoy soon. “Let’s head on in”she called to Jason, deciding that getting away from the water would help, it had to.
Together the went in, Hermione sending the stuff up to their dorms with a wave of her wand before taking Jason to the Owlery, she still hadn’t sent her letter to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Taking a quill and sheet of parchment from the box of writing supplies by the door, Hermione sank down to the dirty straw covered floor. Jason watched the sleeping owls with interest, most of then were back from their evening excursions, but as he watched, one very late owl swooped in with half a rat in its beak. “Pick one out for me please.” Hermione called from her spot against the wall, chewing on the tip of her quill, before remembering that theses were charmed to never need to be refilled with ink. Spitting the nasty black liquid out, Hermione began writing again, resolving to never forget that particular fact ever again.
“This one” Jason cooed, pointing to a beautiful black owl with an iridescent blue-green shimmer to its feathers.
Hermione signed the letter with a flourish, and glanced at the large owl perched above her cousin. “Sure” she sealed the letter with some of the cheap whitish wax provided, scrawling her initials into the soft wax with her quill tip. “Hold this please young sir” she handed him the sealed scroll, making him giggle with her formal tone and words.
With gentle words she coaxed the bird down onto her arm and with Jason’s help, attached the scroll to its leg. “Harry Potter” she told the owl, “He’s probably at the home of Arthur Weasly.” She looked into the owls sharp eyes, making sure it understood her.
The owl took off with a low hoot, on silent wing it swept out of one of the glassless tower windows. “What makes it so quite?” Jason asked as they trudged back down the steps, this castle has way too many flights of stairs; they seriously need an elevator or something.Hermione thought privately, but out loud she answered.
“The edges of their wings are covered with the softest feathers you’ve ever dreamed about touching. The underside’s the same way you see.” (A/N I’m pretty sure this is true, but if anyone knows otherwise, tell me so I can correct it, I don’t like false facts.).
“Oh” Jason nodded seriously, before firing off on another round of questions, “Can I watch a movie?”
“Erm,” she was thrown off balance, but came back quick, “sure, I need to do something anyway.”
“Talk to Draco?”
“As a matter of fact yes, I do need to talk to-” she paused, unsure of what to call her fellow head, “him” she finished, not willing to call him by his first, or his last name, she sidestepped that minefield.
“Ah, what about?”
“What kinda stuff?”
“Grown up stuff”
“What kinda grown up stuff?”
Hermione sighed, “You know this summer when I got my blood switched up?” she hadn’t been able to explain to him that she had had a bone marrow transplant. I mean how to you tell a kid that you have the core of some magical creature’s bones in your bone, and that blood is made there? How do you explain the basics of anatomy to a four year old?
So instead she had just said her blood got switched out, which was true in a really basic, dumbed down way. “Yeah” he answered slowly.
“Well the same thing happened to-” drat, there’s his name again, “-to our room mate, and I need to ask him some stuff about it.” Well, that’s pretty much it…
“Ohh” he drew the single syllable out, “So can my eyes turn orange?”
Shoot, how’d he pick up on that? He’s gonna be a quick one, well he already is, but when he’s my age. Hermione shuddered internally, but smiled down at him, “Maybe some day, but not until you’re older.”
“Aww” but I wanna be like you an Draco, an all those others-“
“You listened last night.” Her voice was sharp.
Jason nodded, “You weren’t comin to bed, an I was scared.”
“Oh baby.” Hermione scooped Jason up, holding him tight, “You should have waited up there, “I don’t know if Malfoy wants you to know some of that stuff.”
“Is it innportant?” He asked, replacing the M with an N in his distress.
“To me yes, but you don’t need to know it.” Hermione knew that if she made a big deal out of it he would be more likely to remember it than if she just shrugged it off. “I’ll ask Malfoy, while you watch a movie, and no more eavesdropping.”
“Eavesdropping is when you listen to stuff you’re not supposed to.”
“Oh, what’s the Dragon’s Court?”
“Erg” Hermione knew the kid loved dragons; he had to if he wanted to live with Jamie. Of course he would pick up on the Court. She decided to be truthful, “I don’t really know, that’s somthin I need to ask about.”
“Oh, can I listen?”
“To the Dragon’s Court.”
“What about it?”
“Auntie” he complained.
“I don’t’ know, I’ll explain it when I find out some more.”
“Fine, I promise, if” she stopped him in the middle of the hall and spun him around to face her, holding up one finger, “if you swear you won’t tell a soul.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” He recited the simple rhyme that sealed promises.
“Pinky” Hermione held up her pinky finger.
Jason reached up his own pinky finger and linked it with hers, giving it a squeeze to seal the deal. “Promise”
“Good, now come on scamp.” She ruffled his head and together they continued down the hall, toward the common room, and the answers they sought.
Okaay, so thats it, tell me whatcha think.