The Dark Lioness

Chapter 6

"God the holidays are ages away," Hermione groaned to her cat. All she got for an answer was a blink. "Very helpful Crooks. Now, where did I put that quill? I need to pen Fleur about my meeting... Maybe she would appreciate a bit of the more... sensual moments." Hermione giggled as she saw Crooks try to jump off the bed to reach the catnip. "I swear my cat is an addict," Hermione muttered as she rolled her eyes at the obese cat.

With the recently discovered quill, Hermione began to write to the french veela.

Dear Fleur,

The holidays are ages away, and I need something to take my mind off the time. So I thought of my favourite veela. Gabrielle. Don't look like that (Hermione could already see the glare forming on the blonde's face), you know you're my favourite. I honestly don't know what to do.

As you are aware from our previous correspondence I was set to meet with BB today. Well, it turns out she is the woman that has been haunting my dreams since I started Hogwarts. Oh, Fleur she is even more stunning in person than my dreams do justice to. She even asked about my friend or as she said 'not-so-little monster dormant in my pants.' She is amazing Fleur, you and her will have a blast.

As much as I could write about it, you don't have the time nor do I have that much parchment, so I shall get the reason for writing. Riddle wants to meet with me. I know what you're thinking, don't do it. Well, Máthair is a double agent loyal to him, I have continuous wet dreams about his most faithful and I mean I am quite dark. So I will meet with him and see what he has to say about his whole agenda.

I won't do anything stupid.

Love, Stallion

PS. Can you send the book I left at yours? There was a spell I read in my new book and I want to reference it.

Sighing, Hermione blew gently onto the ink to dry it fully before folding it into careful halves before stamping the envelope with a beautiful green wax seal. An otter elegantly swam through the wax on the seal. It had been a present from her Mathair. Lifting her bag up onto her shoulders, she left her sanctuary.

The library was silent as the sole occupant left towards their dormitory. Hermione had been researching a way to stop the itch of the freshly carved skin of her hand. 'Stupid blood quill.' Hermione seethed, for the past week she had been in detention with the pink blob. Her hand would forever have the line 'I must not talk back to my superiors' that was etched into her skin no matter how much essence of murtlap she used. Even though she and Harry were no longer friends she cared for the boy like she would a brother, which was why she had sent a bowl with Dobby to the naive Gryffindor.

Collecting her belongings putting her letter into her satchel and making her way towards the owlery.

The deserted stone hallways flickered as the magically lit torches danced with the chilled Scottish air creating shadows. Tired stone floors were discoloured and worn from thousands of feet in the thousands of years it has been in service. Magic swirled in the air giving life to the hallway as Hermione walked through the unused path. Absentmindedly she ran a delicate hand along the once lively hall. A small burst of magic left her palm and slowly embraced the dark stone. Empty classrooms littered both sides as glowing figures walked the once-abandoned hall. Laughter and chatter rang in the air and a small smile widened across Hermione's face. Figures in red, yellow, blue and green littered the hall as they waited or waked through towards their classes. Hermione weaved through the figures laughing along with some of the more animate figures. Hermione gave a wistful sigh as she reached the end of the hallway. Looking back at the figures she longed to have that. The halls she roams in the day are cold dark and hostile. Hate is spewed from all houses. There is no sense of family of loyalty. She doubts there will be. Even if the dark lord comes into power she wants there to be a sense of unity. Resting her forehead against the stone she whispered a silent thank you. The castle couldn't speak but she knew that it needed help.