A/N I don't own anything. (This is my disclaimer for the whole story)

Prologue

'They're coming for her! Help me! We have to save her, she's my only daughter', cried Carina.
'We'll have to get rid of her. There's no other option. I know you wanted to bring up your daughter, but if the Dark Lord wants her, we have no choice but to dispose of her before the Dark Lord does so. It will be much less painful.' Replied Leo. 'Where is she? Where is she right now?'
'But she's my only daughter, you can't do this to me.'
'I can and I will, for both her and us. For the safety of everyone we love, you have to sacrifice her. Please try to understand.'
'But my daughter, our daughter. What if they find her? What will we, what can we do then?'
'We'll deal with that when the time comes, for now, we need to find her. Where is she? Tell me.'
'What about her destiny. If she's gone, then who will destroy the Dark Lord. We need her Leo, we all need her.'
'This is the only way to protect her. That's my final order. Now tell me where she is.'
'In Draco's bedroom. Her and Blaise are playing with their friends.'

'So Hermione, which of us are you going to marry?' asked Draco.
'I don't know Drake. We're only 7 you know, I have years to decide' replied Hermione.
'Oh, don't chicken out Mione, you have to pick. Be daring'
'I don't know, why do you think I would marry any of you?'
'But, Me Vince and Greg are the best. Why wouldn't you marry any of us?' he asked in honest surprise.
'Because there are lots of other guys in the world too Drake' she explained.
Draco put on his puppy dog face and tried to get Hermione's sympathy whilst Blaise looked on in annoyance.
'Are you doing the secret mind speaking thingy again? You know, Mummy said not to do it when I'm here. I can't hear what you're talking about. Are you saying something bad about me again?' asked Blaise irritably.
'Of course not Blaise, you're my brother. Why would I ever say anything bad about you? I love you remember.' She replied cheerily.
'Fine, I'll believe you for now, but can you stop now.'
'Sure, of course. I'll stop now.'
'Aw, you're so cute Drake. Fine, maybe I will marry you. Are you happy now?'
'I thought you said were gonna stop. Blaise is gonna get annoyed again.'
'Don't worry, he won't guess. And besides when we get married, he'll never have to know and we can do this telepathy thing, that's the real word for it, as much as we want.
'YAY! We're gonna have the best time ever! I promise. And I'm gonna...'

'Hermione, where are you?' her parents shouted whilst interrupting Draco.
Her parents ran in hurriedly. It seemed they had been searching for her. They quickly dragged her along and rushed her out.
'Come along Blaise, we need to go home now.'
Draco who seemed to have recovered from his surprise at the sudden appearance of her parents turned to ask them a question.
'When can Hermione come around again? Oh, and Blaise too.'
Carina chuckled at his question before she replied:
'I'm afraid Hermione's going on holiday from today. She's not going to be back for a while. But we'll drop Blaise off tomorrow. Is that okay honey?'
Draco nodded slowly before giving Hermione a hug.
'Have fun on holiday Mione, I'll miss you loads.'
'I'll miss you too Drake. I just wish I knew where I was going'
'Don't worry, you'll have a great time'
'I hope so too. See you when I get back'

Hermione and Blaise landed in their living room after having left Draco's house moments ago by side along apparation. She turned to face her parents to ask them where she was going on holiday and met Blaise's worried gaze. It seemed that he knew something that she didn't. She searched for her parents to find out what exactly what's going on and why her brother looked so upset when he faced her. She heard her mother crying and realised her parents must have been in the bedroom.
She walked in to find her Mum sobbing in her Dad's arms. The tears looked odd, almost out of place. Hermione had never seen her Mother break down so. Her usually, composed demeanour seemed to have collapsed under some grief greater than any Hermione could even begin to imagine.
'Mum, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Is everything alright?' asked Hermione worriedly.
She knew her Mother was upset and she did not want to make things any more difficult.
'Hermione, it's a good thing you're here,' replied her Father. 'We have something to tell you.'
'What is it? You know you can tell me anything Dad'
'Hermione look at me dear,' requested her Mother.
Hermione turned immediately to face her Mum.
'Please tell me what's wrong. I want to help'
'Just remember honey, we love you. We always have and always will. Never forget that.'
'But why, what's wrong, why are you telling me all of this?'
'Hermione, you're going on holiday for a while and you'll probably forget us but inside of you, I know there will be a part of you that always knows that we're here for you'
'But...'
'Obliviate.'

Draco heard the sound of Hermione and her family apparating into the entrance hall. He ran towards the front door, ready to hug his best friends.
He slowed down as he approached them. Realisation kicked in, Hermione was going on holiday, she wouldn't be back for a while. So he only had Blaise for company. Oh well, he thought. Better one than none. He stepped into the hall and realised from the look on Blaise's face that something was wrong. And Hermione wasn't there. Could something have happened to her? He refused to contemplate the idea as he ran to greet his best friend who had never looked more solemn.
'What happened Blaise, is everything alright? What about Hermione? She's alright, she's not...'
'Mione has gone. She's never coming back...'
Draco didn't even hear the rest of what Blaise had to say. It felt like the bottom of his world had fallen out and he didn't care about anything anymore. Hermione, his Hermione, the one with whom he'd been making wedding plans barely a week ago, was gone. And never coming back. Who would he have to talk to now? What was he going to do?

'Hermione, where are you?'

Hermione woke with a start. The first thought that crossed her mind was, I'm here. She didn't understand why she had thought of that first thing in the morning but she felt as if someone had been calling her. But as she looked around, she realised that there was no possible way she could have heard anyone calling her. Her room was completely soundproofed and she knew this worked because her parents had always had to come in to wake her up in the morning because she could never hear them. She sat up and looked around her room. She once again, felt the same thing she'd been feeling for the past 6 days when she first woke up. Although, the room was completely familiar, and she'd lived here her whole life, it still felt new. She felt as if she didn't belong. Not here, not at school, not even with her own parents. Why did she suddenly feel so insecure with her life.