Harry Potter - A harmione way of story

Chapter 22 : That Voice

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They were within twenty feet of Hagrid's house when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged. Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out.

"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!" And he strode away toward the castle.

After Lockhart had gone they knocked the door impatiently.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again - Whattsa matter wit im"- pointing at Chris.

"We will tell you later but, let us come inside first" Hermione said, urgently.

"Sorry about dat" and he moved out of the way.

"Hagrid could you get some cotton " and she herself took some antiseptic out from her robes.

"What is it Hermione?",Ron asked looking like he has seen the ghost.

"It's an antiseptic Ron. Used to disinfect the germs".

She can see that Ron hasn't understood a single thing from his looks.

"But do you happen to carry one with you always?", Harry asked her curiously mouth gaping.

"Yes, well, it's because of my brother . He happens to get wounds all the time " .

"That's my sister for you . Always thinking about the possibilities of future" . and sent a pride look towards her but in return he got a glare at him.

Soon Hermione was tending his wounds and appied the band-aid on his wounds and a cut on his lips. When he touched her hand for thanking her , she yanked her hand out of his.

"Hey! Now, what have I done wrong?"

"Have I told you to fight with him. Now, look who is in the problem?. If he went to one of the professors , then you will be in serious trouble Chris.", she said all of this her nervousness visible to all of them.

"Hey now! He will not do such a thing . His ego will stop him from telling others that he got beaten up by a mere first year boy. After all, some one should put him in his place right", Chris said to her encouragingly.

"So tell me," said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. "Who was he fightin with?"

"Malfoy called Hermione something - it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild."

"It was bad," said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking pale and sweaty. "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood,' Hagrid -"

"He didn'!" he growled at Hermione.

"He did," Harry said. "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course -"

"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards - like Malfoy's family - who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood."