Well here we are, the start of the second series.

I want to thank all who left reviews last time on the last one and advice on what i should do in regards to my dilemma...I chose this way, thought it might have been easier to do plus it make's it better i think.

Anyhoo this is the very first in what i hope will be, detailed chapters but not to long as to bore some of my other readers but also not to short either...Like to try to keep you all happy.

Hope this is a good first start as i had some last minute comment's on my other saying they couldn't wait for this one to be up, whilst i'm glad you all enjoy it i'm more nervous now to hopefully do the this just as much justice as the first...Hopefully it will be .

Well lets get on with the second year, and happy reading :)

Disclaimer-I don't own anything of Harry Potter, if i did my changes would still be the same. Alas, they can only be in here.

"Come on get up!"

The wonderful dream Hermione was having about getting more sleep was cruelly yanked from her, much like the blanket that was harshly pulled back exposing her to the cold as she pulled up her legs to her stomach in an instant reaction. She opened her eyes bleakly before yawning and eyeing the only other person in the room and therefore the culprit and giving her them meanest stare she could muster before having her morning tea.

Minerva didn't pay attention to the half scowl being sent her way as she moved over to the indoor wardrobe and began mulling through the neatly hung clothes. Today was the mark of the last few days they had before school opened again and she had to make sure that they got everything they needed way before that normally she would have been content to wait a few more days but Albus had asked her to return two days earlier so that everything could be re-warded and that meant everything and seeing as they had practically wasted the last day or so she found herself in a hurry to get everything on the list now.

So here she was as she rifled through the clothes before pulling out a simple blue shirt and skirt before taking out a black cardigan and turning back to the younger girl before scowling. Hermione had eyed the older woman moving around like a house elf high on cleaning products and had fallen tired just watching her move it was far too early for all that and so, had snuck the cover back over her body.

Seeing her lying back in bed she had no time nor any inclination to mess around today so made her way over to the bed once more before grabbing hold of the corner and instead of pulling back right away, she held it above her body a little forcing her hand to sneak out in a bid to grab it before taking action.

Hermione felt the slight chill hit her body once more and still with her eyes closed, moved her hand around in order to cover the exposed area. A hand had her eyes snapping open before emitting a small squeal as a forceful tug saw her being pulled up right. Her top half of her body now chilly just as a handful of clothes where threw at her, they hit her face as she scrambled to pull them away so she could glare. But found the room empty denying her the chance.

Minerva smirked at the flustered look before turning and making her way out she had to go and inform Patches of what breakfast was but stopped at the door to shout back through.

"And hurry up; we need to get there at a suitable time." Before making her way down the hall chuckling at the muttered growling's she could hear, she was sat at the table reading the prophet and drinking her tea when Hermione made her appearance. She ambled through and sat down just as she turned the page. The small 'thank you' had her waiting a few more seconds before placing the paper down on the table.

Watching as Hermione smiled gratefully as the little elf presented her with much-needed tea before waiting until the little creature had disappeared smiling before turning her head, all traces of the smile gone and instead was replaced back with the scowl. Minerva looked on at the petulant stare and silently thinking she could be an excellent Auror, her mood seem the change so quickly she could have given mad eye a run for his money, or at the very least scare a good number of criminals with her interrogations with a good Auror, bad Auror persona.

Placing down her paper she looked at the little girl who was glaring daggers with her tea-cup in hand she wasn't intimidated, not in the slightest. Having taught children of all ages for so long one builds up an immunity to the harsh stares and loathing you got when giving punishments or handling out assignment's having one twelve-year-old who had been forced to wake before her appropriated time was nothing to her, and she showed it by returning the look with a smile.

"Anything the matter my dear"

Hermione's scowl deepened as she slowly lifted her tea-cup, her eyes never leaving that of the amused older woman before sipping carefully, she didn't let up until she had lowered her much-needed beverage before speaking.

"…..Why"

Minerva chuckled before reaching for her paper and lifted it back up, sinking into her seat and got back to the page was at before casually responding.

"Because we have mere days before we are to return and a routine structure will get you back into the habit of getting up early, angrily starting on her eggs the little girl pulled at the thought of getting up at the crack of dawn. She had been accustomed to getting lie in's and so having been dragged forcibly from her warm haven was something that did not agree with her, mumbling around her bite she carried on her tirade not that Minerva could understand her.

"And we need to have your thing ready before then. Merlin knows why I have left it this late." A little shake of her head wondering what had caused her to wait so long as Hermione rolled her eyes before deciding that it was still far too early for whatever rant her Mother was going into and so wisely placed a bit more of her egg in her mouth so that she could use it as an excuse if the older woman should ask her a question mid flow.

Sometime later and after some muttered 'Hmm's' and muffled 'Yes's' breakfast was done with as both moved from the room to get ready for their trip. Now that she had her morning pick me up, she was feeling a lot more awake and as her brain was now appeased with tea it was working properly allowing her to remember what Harry had written in his letter back to her, he had been excited for her to write to him and responded almost straight away.

He had been jealous of her trip abroad. She knew he was bound to be which was why she was so reluctant to talk about it she knew how horrible his Aunt and Uncle were. She may not have ever seen them before and frankly didn't think she could stop herself from attacking if she did, but he had told her one night when they had stayed awake and she had no reason not to trust him.

They had talked about other things. Both were excited for the start of the New Year, and he had teased her about how she couldn't wait for the beginning of lesson's she mocked anger but knew that it was true and so didn't take it to heart.

It was from that she remembered that he was going to Diagon Alley, what day she had no idea. But he mentioned something…..What was it?

For a while she tried to remember and as she threw her cloak around her shoulders musing it still eluded her, Minerva turned to her once they were at the door and saw her deep in thought. She also saw the buttons on the cloak done wrong and sighed before moving. Hermione was brought out of her thought by hand's quickly pulling the cloak undone. Looking down she watched silently as the older woman redid them just as quick as she pulled them apart before stepping back to admire her corrected work.

Hermione saw the fastenings now fixed and gave her a sheepish smile before shrugging and bounding closer to the outstretched hand before they disappeared from the hallway.

Coming out into the small Alley they always used when going to London. Hermione closed her eyes and stayed very still. She may have used this for countless trips and even tried mentally commanding herself to get used to it but no matter how much she may have prepared herself for it, the stomach want's what the stomach want's.

And right now it wanted to throw up her breakfast.

Breathing in deeply she exhaled before nodding and opening her eyes to see the other woman watching her carefully. "You Ok"

She nodded before moving to follow her out of the small passage as they made their way through the crowd. It baffled her how so many Muggle's had so many place's to be every minute of every day. She knew that the whole reason they were called Muggle's was because of the fact they didn't hold any magic. But she reckoned that if they just at least had the ability to travel by that dreaded Apparition then the path's would be a lot more clearer.

She was tired of getting her feet stood on and she couldn't even kick them back.

Finally they reached the familiar looking pub as Minerva pushed on the door and allowed he to go in first. Another thing that baffled her was why, when they all knew it was there did it always have the same haggard looking customer's as she gazed around the drably lit bar to see the occupant's ever perpetual expression as they sat by the sides talking quietly or brooding in their thoughts

"Ello, Professor!"

She lifted her head to see the bar owner, Tom smiling and waving cheerfully at them as the other woman turned and returned with her own tight-lipped one.

"You come to gather your things then?"

'No, we've come to sit in your charming establishment and partake in conversation with this cheerful bunch.' Hermione thought snidely as she looked at the man who had verbally stated the plain obvious.

"That is the idea, Tom" She replied as he grinned and carried on wiping the already clean glass with the rag. "Good luck to ya."

"Oh?" He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah got that….What's his name….Lockjoy?...Lockcharm –"

"Lockhart" He clicked his fingers and gave her a beaming smile.

"Yeah that was it he's here today, doing some sort of book thing in Flourish and Blott's." The new's caused a small groan of exasperation to erupt from her chest. She had heard of the man in passing. Won some award one time and then another in some small country, to be honest she didn't have the time nor the effort to care as she had things to do and classes to teach but had heard a number of the girls in her class gush about him.

And now he was here effectively ruining her already harried day he chuckled at her expression before she nodded to him slowly and thanked him for informing her as she turned and directed them out into the back yard before waiting as the wall parted to reveal the hidden street behind. Hermione smiled at the stores she knew all too well as they made their way to the first stop of the day, the bank.

She may have learnt her lesson from all those years ago but that didn't mean she was ever going to be ok being within the same space as them again. They still scared her, and she would deny it to her last day, but if needs must and seeing as they held pretty much all of her money. It was a pretty big must.

They stepped back out once Minerva had settled her business one little girl happier than when she went in before pulling out her list from her pocket.

"Ok….Well, we went to Madam Malkin's last time. So shall we go there first again?" She asked looking up to see Minerva eyeing the street wearily, following her gaze she could see the the crowd outside the bookstore no doubt all waiting for the famed wizard to make his appearance. She took in the majority and noticed they were all girl's some she had seen in her year some others the year above.

She wasn't going as far to say she knew everything about a person. But she had been around a lot to say that by now she was a pretty good judge of character, after all she predicted that Harry and Ron where going to be bad for her health. And she was right. Getting sliced and diced by a transfigured pawn was not the best way to strengthen one's friendship, but she couldn't deny it was a challenge.

And now just by looking at their excited faces. The looks of adoration and utter infatuation and that was merely his picture. She could tell that he was going to be an idiot. One who was a showboating, egotistical, story-teller at best. Glancing at the picture that was winking at the passing girls who giggled each time she narrowed them in complete disdain.

Why did he have to be in the one place that if she could, she would move into. It was her sanctuary her one place of solitude, but now it was overrun by giggling flocks of sheep, vowing to stay as far away from her beloved book store until she really needed to. They made their way to the robe shop as they began the day shopping.

They made their way around the street religiously avoiding the shop that she so desperately wanted to go in but couldn't and so in a vain attempt at protest she took to glaring at the ignorant girls who were clamming around in the queue muttering under her breath before being moved on by an amused, but also just as annoyed Minerva. Finally they couldn't put it off any longer and so after they had gotten the hefty supply of cat food for the term. They made their way to the last stop.

Each step she took felt heavy as she took a look at the long line waiting outside unhappily,

"Do we have to wait in this?" She asked as Minerva looked up, she didn't know. All they wanted were the books she didn't even want to see the over puffed idiot. But she didn't know if the line was for them just waiting for him or could they just walk in? They stopped near the end of the line as she thought about it. She scowled at the stupidity of it all her day was being ruined by one man who she had no intention of ever seeing and yet even in his absence he was causing her ire.

Still musing Hermione faintly heard her name being called, she looked around the crowded part of the street and narrowed her eyes looking to see who it was that called her until a few people moved and then she saw Harry come running to her, she smiled widely as he stopped in front of her grinning just as widely back she took a few seconds to take him in after weeks of not seeing him and as she did her smile slowly faded.

"What happened to your glasses?"

His own grin lessened a little as she gazed at his broken, taped up glasses. He grimaced a little as she gave him one last look over and pursed her lips. She knew that she had to fix them but knowing that she wasn't allowed to use magic was a stickler she looked around to see where her Mother was so that she could get her to do it but couldn't see her anywhere she turned only to see the taller woman's back as she entered the shop, no doubt going to see if they could get the boos without having to see the circus that came with them.

That left them alone on the street. Something she had never been before and so didn't know what to make of it but knew that now she could at least fix his glasses. She just had to be really quick about it with one last look at the door she turned back to him and pulled out her wand, Harry watched her and moved back slightly when she brought it to his broken spectacles. He had no reason to distrust her as she was his best friend, but something about a magical wand being shoved in his face brought out the nervous side in him.

"Oculus Reparo."

He blinked in astonishment as no sooner as she spoke the words. The binding holding his glasses together vanished as he took his lenses off to inspect them as they now looked well not new but better than they was before as he slid them back on his nose and smiled gratefully at her,

"Need to remember that.

She smiled and nodded. "Aye, countless books later and it finally comes in handy" She looked to the doorway where her Mother went in

"So who are you with?" The dark-haired boy turned to see the long line before smiling and replying. "I'm with the Weasley's" Cocking her head curiously at him she frowns slightly, wasn't he meant to be with his Aunt and Uncle. As if hearing her thoughts he turned back to her, grin on face and carried on speaking.

"Come on let's go and I'll tell you about it." He grabbed her hand and tugged her into the shop. They made their way through the masses of crowded people in a bid to find the red-headed family who had broken him free. Whilst they did they stopped at seeing the formidable looking form of the Scottish witch as she stood towering over one of the employees of the store seemingly ranting about the ridiculousness of it all.

"Isn't that" He asked moving so he could see better as she grimly nodded.

"Uh – Huh" She cringed a little when it looked like the poor boy was about to pass out and so she pushed on his shoulder in the other direction. "Let's just keep going shall we"

They moved on as he told her all about the rescue mission and how they drove their dad's car all the way to his house. Her eyes widened when he told her about how they broke the gate from his window and how Vernon tried to pull him back in only to fall into the hedges underneath, she giggled before coming to a stop in front of the familiar bunch whose red hair was plainly visible for all to see.

"So you're dentists! Fascinating! I understand other Muggles quite fear you? Why is that?" She turned slightly to see two nervous looking people being somewhat cornered by the Weasley Patriarch. He seemed to be in his element talking to them and was all in good nature but she could tell that they looked scared. It made her giggle again just as Ron turned around and smiled when he saw her.

"Hermione! You made it!"

"Yes" She looked back to him as the rest of the family jostled in the line as Mrs Weasley tried to keep the twins from causing havoc. She turned at the sound of the youngest of the boys say her name and smiled on seeing her there. She had heard from the youngest Weasley boy when he got home all about his new friends; how he had two really good ones in Harry potter, something which shocked her at hearing that he was the one she had helped get on to the platform that day, but the second biggest shock came from when he told her about the young McGonagall.

She listened to him as he went on about how she was in the carriage that they went to because it was all full. The I'm better than you attitude she had, something which he took great pains to detail then how she made fun of the stupid spell, Fred taught him which did turn out to be fake. Before and he begrudgingly muttered it, defeating him when he pulled his wand on her.

She barely heard him say the last sentence as she was still getting over the fact that Minerva McGonagall, the Hogwarts Transfiguration Professor, her old Transfiguration teacher. And deputy. Had a child, it boggled the mind. Just when did this child come about? How hadn't anyone known about…The girl when she learnt that she was indeed a girl before greatly admiring her secret keeping skills as they were far better than any she had come across.

She had heard him rant about how she was the best at literally everything. She had to chuckle at that, she may have been a teachers kid but she doubted that even an eleven year old would be that good until he told her how when they weren't friends at first, she basically kicked the arse of everyone in class by changing her match first time and in less than ten minutes that had her speechless once more nobody was that good surely? Not even the esteemed Mistress herself.

Now getting to see the young girl up close and for the first time she eyed her carefully. She did seem to look the part. The 'I'm better then you' attitude pouring from her posture as she stood tall and straight. Her hair was immaculate. With its black/brown tight curls tumbling down her back her nose was perfectly straight and articulate on her very pale and clear skinned face and the harrowing green coloured seemingly shone brightly from her eyes, as she faced the older woman with almost cat-like stare's.

In truth, she very much did seem like the other woman's daughter. Very haughty and proper, but she was brought up to never judge until she got to know them and so made the first move.

"Hermione dear, it's so good to see you." She beamed happily at her, something which surprised her at first. She looked at the woman she had never seen before and gave her a keenly placed stare not taking notice of how the red-haired woman fidgeted slightly, before eventually guessing that Ron must have told her name and slowly returned the smile.

It's a pleasure to meet you to, Mrs Weasley."

Molly gave her a little nod but sighed when Hermione looked the other way. Something she was glad about. Definitely Minerva's daughter. Ginny, who was starting her first year at the school, ran up to the smiling wildly and rambling as she came to a stop in front of them.

"Mum! Mum. He's here. Gilderoy Lockhart's here!"

'Oh great' Hermione thought as she looked at the joyful younger girl 'Another brainless sheep.'

And turned her head to the side not having the interest to listen to her prattle on about some idiot until she heard the last few words.

"I mean, he's written almost the whole book list!"

'What!?'

Interest returned she spun back to stare at the smaller girl still babbling away as thoughts turned to her beloved book list and then to horror.

'No! Not the list'

Whilst Hermione's thought about the years curriculum going to wizard hell. Harry sideways stepped to Ron and muttered. "Who is this guy?"

The other boy shrugged. He had no clue who the man was. All he knew what that he looked like a Muppet and was not happy to be there soon there was a rush of feet and loud mutterings followed by intense clapping's as the man in charge of the shop proudly announced that the man they all came to see. Had finally arrived and he stepped back to allow him through. The curtain rose as a handsome faced, golden-haired wizard with stunning pearl-white teeth walks through.

He smiles, and winks to the many adorning female fans who sigh as he goes by. Hermione still was to lost in the thought of having to buy books with his face on them to take note that the actual man had arrived and was only snapped out of her nightmarish thoughts when a heavy hand placed itself on her shoulder.

She looked up to see the withering stare of the older woman who had now come back from her heated argument with the shop employees. She glared angrily at the man now sitting down as a hand came up to her robe and tugged making her break focus and look down to see the almost panicked expression on the younger girl's face.

"…Almost every book."

Normally she would have joked about her tendency to over dramatize things and good-naturedly mock her about it but she looked back to the man who had caused her enough annoyance for a life time or certainly that week. She gave her that exception.

"I know…The ever so helpful man was telling me he's rather well-known around the world, his books can help, apparently." She snorted and dismissed the man in front of her as she folded her arms.

"He is nothing but a fool with a silver tongue" Hermione hummed her agreement before adding.

"Nothing worse than a storyteller with charm"

Glad they were both on the same train of thought. Because really, there would have been nothing more terrible. They watch as he preened and posed for the Camera. That was until he spots Harry standing innocently behind and all but launches himself at the stunned boy who is to shocked to move and so gets dragged up where he is plastered to his side as the photographer takes photo after photo.

"It's as if he has to stay in front of the camera to even function." The younger girl seethed as she watched Harry's face go red as Lockhart muttered to him. Minerva glared daggers at the man who seemed to be embarrassing the poor boy more with each picture.

"Can we leave?" She asked turning to her Mother after what seemed like the seventh million picture with them all cheering and clapping.

"In a minute."

"But it's making me sick." Minerva lifted her brow and looked down at her as she shook her head in earnest.

"Really like a two-way trip using Apparition." That had her laughing but nodded "Just wait until Harry gets back it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye."

Hermione sighed but turned back to the media spectacle as they had finally stopped taking pictures much to his relief but as he tried to sneak away, he was pulled back to his side as the other man started talking.

"He then goes on to announce something stupid or detrimental to Hermione's interest and rolls her eyes when he is given the entire set of books that they would have to get as Harry staggered back over to the rest of the Weasley's.

"Here you can have these" He says to Ginny who was watching in awe as they make their way over to tell them that they were just going to get the books then leave and was about to say goodbye when a voice cut into their conversation it was snarky, arrogant. Cruel and they all knew immediately who it belonged to.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." They all turn to see the sneering face of Draco as he makes his way down the stairs over to them as they all tense at his presence.

"Leave him alone! He didn't want all that" Ginny says stepping up to the blonde haired boy who looks at her like she is nothing. Before he smirks and looks back up.

"Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend" He remarks as Harry and Ron both tense. Hermione narrows her eyes at the unwelcome presence and pulls her nose like something bad just came to them as it had.

"Draco why didn't you do us all a favour and fall down the stairs." He turns to stare at her his blue eyes boring into her green as she sneers.

"That way we wouldn't have to put up with your grating voice….Plus it would have given us something to laugh at." He glares at her as Ron and the twins snigger, Minerva looks at her with wide eyes at the sudden outburst and pulled her back sharply until she was right next to her where she held onto her shoulder.

"Listen you little—"

He is halted by a long black, thin cane as it crosses his chest making him look down before to the owner as the older Malfoy makes his appearance.

"Silence, Draco haven't I taught to never say disrespect of a lady."

Draco snorts at this as Hermione bristled a little but is held tighter to her Mothers chest. As Lucius turns his attention to Harry.

"Ah... Mr. Potter. I don't believe we've met." He reaches out to shake his hand but is let waiting. They all watch as he pulls the boy closer before slowly running his hand over his forehead in a creepy way. The Weasley's all stand straighter at the contact but he is let go just as quickly.

"Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." At the mention of the castor of the curse Harry's face darkens. Hermione glares at the two blonde in front of her as Minerva very tensely watches the situation. She didn't know if Lucius had properly looked at Hermione yet and this whole scene was making her anxious with each second they spent in their presence. She had no idea if Snape managed to drug the older male Malfoy like he did Narcissa and her grip on the younger girl was almost to the point of pain making Hermione squirm causing her to loosen but not let go.

Never let go.

"He was a murderer." He spat as Lucius nodded slowly.

"Yes, a pity about your parents. Curious though that yourself should make it out with a mere flesh wound. Curious, too, that you speak of him in the past. Surely, you don't think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone forever." He asks slowly eyes never leaving Harry's who had his fist clenched. Hermione really wanted to hex him for the question. How insensitive could he be? Well if he had Draco for a son then not at all but still.

"His name is Voldemort." A multitude of shocked gasps go around, Hermione remained indifferent to the name she didn't see why saying his name should effect how people acted? It didn't stop what he did, it couldn't stop what he did and by not saying his name in the future was hardly going, when he came back. Stop him then was it.

"You must be very brave, Mr. Potter, to dare speak his name. Or foolish."

Before Minerva could reaffirm her grip, Hermione smoothly slid from her and made to stand by her friend. She looked lazily at the man in front of her, disdain clear in her pretty features before she with a feigned bored tone that only came to those like the Malfoy's she spoke up.

"What's to fear"

Lucius slid his cold, steel orbs to find hers as he looks at her for the first time properly since the conversation began. Minerva's heart is in her throat which in itself is as dry as the desert. Why did she have to move? She silently prayed to whoever was listening that the older blonde did not notice her in any way as they engaged.

"It's not like he's going to come back is he."

Harry and Ron both look at her with confusion. Did they hear her right? She was there when they stopped him last year….Right?

"Oh." She nods

"Yeah…He's dead and gone. Never to return." She smirked at his slight hardness in his gaze.

"To think. This one wizard, who thought he was the greatest thing since Merlin. Went about bragging about how he was the best. Only to be felled by a mere baby,"

She grinned maliciously at his twitch as she spoke of his master so blatantly. "Not sure what you think but to me that doesn't make him out to be all that he thought….Does it,"

She turned to Harry who was still giving her a weird look and very pointedly glared at him before turning back.

"And what I find so amusing." She could have laughed at his look.

"Is how he managed to convince all those pureblood nobles. The ones who classed themselves the best. To go around doing his bidding like sniveling little lapdog's."

Harry, now having caught on joined in her full-blown smirk and looked back to the man who looked like he wanted to hex her right there and nodded.

"How he must have had a laugh at your—" She stopped herself with a non to innocent gasp and fake apologetic look.

"I meant. Other family's expense. To have those who so-called ruled the wizard world, following his every move….To do what he wanted them….To put so much faith into one who had fallen so easily,"

Her mocking grin had faded as she gave the older man a death glare to which he readily returned. His hand was over his cane and was at any minute. Ready to pull it on her but was aware of the people around him.

"Kind of hard to come back from a scandal like that don't you think."

She was pulled away by Minerva who had, now the good sense to grab hold of her and move her behind her body as she faced her old student as he sent murderous looks to her daughter who did nothing to hide her victorious smirk.

"Lucius"

He lift his hardened glare to face the older woman as he fights to regain his composure before addressing her

"Minerva" He looks back down to Hermione who she was covering before looking back up.

"So this is the well-kept hidden secret that you managed to hide so well." He chances another glance at the small girl, she was a pretty little thing. Straight delicate regal sort of nose, the cheekbones that were held high on her face the clear green eyes that lit up her pale, porcelain skin. Too bad she was an insolent little brat who openly mocked the demise of his master, not to mention she was the child of one of his less than favourable professor's

She would have made a very good bride for his Draco.

"So this is the one I take it who has come first in every exam they had last year:" He asks not very happy that the fact his son had been beaten at every turn as she nods proudly from under her arm.

"Aye. And again this year," She were pushed further back with a harsh nudge from the older woman. He gave a forced chuckle but gripped his cane tighter

"Well, it's always nice to have a little healthy competition." The snort had Minerva closing her eyes

"If you can call him that." Before she was once and for all pushed to the back next to the older Weasley's by Harry who went with her at having seen the looks on all three of the others faces. Ron muttered something and followed suit as Minerva looked back at him. Draco was beside himself at having been humiliated and in front of his father and all, it should have been him mocking the Weasley's why did she have to be here?

Soon his attention turned to Arthur who took up the mantle as Minerva excused herself and made her way to the back where Hermione stood with the others she turned to see the look of fury on her Mothers face and knew that it was going to be an awkward trip from then on. Ron and Harry both excused themselves and said if they didn't see her later than they would on the train before running off rather facing Draco and his older ferret father then McGonagall's wrath.

"You just had to antagonize didn't you" She hissed/whispered as she took hold of her shoulder and pushed her onward away from the Malfoy's and on with the rest of the trip, none of it having gone how she expected and right now one near heart attack was enough. She just wanted to get the stuff and get back home. With not having to worry until they got back to school.

Hope you all enjoyed.