She read the parchment with shaking hands. Her grandmother was a witch. Her heritage was wizarding. Pureblood wizard heritage. Her parents were the biggest squibs in the United Kingdom, and had been obliviated at the age of 11, ensuring they no longer knew about the wizarding world.
Which left her next in the line of inheritance: her paternal grandmother had left her the deeds to the Mansion -
50 acres of land just out of Hogsmeade with Mansion attatched. She bit her lip and absent-mindedly stroked the black and white owl that had delivered her grandmothers will. But the catch was, that she had to join the circle.
"What did you get Mione?" Ron's voice broke through her reverie. She shoved the parchment into her bag, trying not to look guilty.
"Erm, Nothing. I'm going to class." Hermione hefted her bag and left the hall, leaving her very confused best friends behind her.
Hermione's feet led her to the library. It was the one place that Hermione could be alone and could always be comfortable. She kneeled on the window seat, her head hanging out the open window and looked out over the lake.
She sighed. She knew about the circle. She had read about it, purely objectively. But now….now it was different. Now she had the chance to not only be in the sect, but to be the leader. It was an inherited position, and because her mother was a squib, the circle had been broken. It only took a generation. Now, she would be the restorer of the circle. She would have more power than she could imagine.
'HOLD UP, Myne.' Screamed the little voice inside her. 'You're Harry Potter's best friend and you want to run off and practise dark magic, just because you inherited it?!' She shook herself mentally. I'm turning into a bloody Malfoy.
Speak of the devil.
"You want a push, Granger?" Came the Malfoy drawl from somewhere behind her.
Hermione quickly moved away from the window. "What do you want, ferret-face?" She growled, in no mood to be trifled with given the recent revelations. Even if he was extemely good eye-candy. Hermione cringed slightly at her own thoughts.
'EWWW! Hermione! Don't you DARE think such thoughts!' yelled her inner voice.
'What? He IS!'
'SHUT UP ALL OF YOU. I have to listen to what he's saying so I can come up with a retort!!' Under pain of losing a match of verbal sparring, both voices quieted.
"What do I want?" He took a step closer, gaze raking her form shamlessly. "Well, I have to say that seeing you naked would be pretty high on my list."
"Don't aim so high." She ground out between clenched teeth. "Why are you here. Now."
"Oh. I was just going to shag some sense into an annoyingly hot mudblood bitch." He leered at her.
Hermione smiled sweetly. "And she finds this romantic? You two deserve each other then, Good Luck." She started to walk past Draco only to be slammed backwards into a set of shelves. "I suggest," She murmured in a cold voice that in no way resembled her own. "That you think twice before doing anything you might regret. In light of recent revelations. I believe you have enough Blood Feuds in your family."
Draco Malfoy paled slightly but, to his credit, kept his composure and managed a sneer. "And what would these 'revelations' be?" He asked in an indulgent tone.
Hermione leaned forward conspiratorially, "Wouldn't you like to know?" she whispered and with that was gone without a trace. Draco Malfoy frowned as he noticed he was now pinning thin air to the bookcase. "What in the Seven Hells?!!" and with that, a fuming Malfoy whirled around, looking for the errant Gryffindor and stormed out of the completely desserted library to his first class.
