chapter one of my second Draco/ Hermione fic. This one has no relation to Lost Souls what so ever. And if you like the first chapter, you can check out chaps. 1-6 at www.fanfiction.net look under Mirioux.

so ch 4 has been waiting to validate for 10 days now, still waiting.

Their week of torture is over, how did they handle going back to civilization? Read and find out. Sorry this has taken so long to get up, I'm bouncing between two stories, but please enjoy! ~ Mirioux

“Yes, but not just that, it means that you are a pureblood’ Grimm’s do not marry out side of pureblood families, they have too much to lose. Its not just about the pride they have in their name, and the social status, its the money, the power, the respect, and the fact that besides Potter, the Grimms are the only family the dark lord fears having on the ministry’s side.” He explained. “Mostly they live in Ireland and Scotland now, but the few that live here, are for the most part neutral, but the dark lord would flee if he knew even one Grimm was on the ministry’s side,”

For the rest of the week Hermione, Blaise, Lylan, and Draco would meet after dinner until it was time for Ron’s detention. They spent their time remembering the way things used to be, and Hermione got the chance to learn what her Aunt Aurora was like and how close her father, her aunt, and her uncle had been before her aunt’s marriage into the Zabini clan. “Hermione, do you know why your father left the wizarding world for Muggles, and even went as far as to change his name?” Lylan asked hoping to better explain what had happened to the family.

What had Malfoy done for her? Saved her miserable mud blood self from the raging Hawaiian sea? Well Ron would have if he had known, he was prepared to die for her, would Malfoy sacrifice himself for her, he thought not. ‘How dare he try to steal my Hermione?’ he thought to himself as he climbed the stairs to the tower. ‘He will pay for ruining my life as he has,’ he clenched his fists so hard for so long that his knuckles were now white with numbness.

This chapters quite a bit shorter than the rest. I hope to get chapter fourteen up ASAP but I haven't had a descent brain spark in a while so please have patience, and check out Lady Eclypse. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd that Ron has been ‘secretly’ spying on us, being in nearly all the same places as us at nearly the same time, yet he’s not here quarantined with us?” Hermione questioned, after silently thinking about it for a few moments.