Family
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IMPORTANT: This story takes place in third year right before Harry finds out that Sirius Black is his Godfather.
"I hope business is good!" said the Minister of Magic.
"It would be better if the Ministry wasn't sending dementors into my pub every other night!" exclaimed Madame Rosemerta while waving her hammer around.
"We have a killer on the loose, we have to!" The Minister said in his defense.
"Sirius Black, in Hogsmead? What would bring him here?" questioned the bar tender.
The minister whispered "Harry Potter," in her ear.
"Harry Potter?" said the witch loudly enough for the three Gryffendors to over hear.
Madame Rosemerta got shushed into the pub.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and threw the clock over them and hurried into the pub after the adults.
I fallowed them into the pub, but got yelled at to leave.
I sighed. I'm always left behind with a pat on my head, and some lie about them not wanting me to get hurt. What bull!
I made my way through the snow back to the shrieking shack. It took me a few minutes to get there, but it was better to be alone here, then back where everyone could see me.
I sat on the big rock when I heard footsteps coming toward me.
"Got ditched again, eh Granger?" smirked Malfoy.
"Shove off Malfoy," I said in a bored tone. I turned around, so I didn't have to look at him.
I really don't need this now.
"Ahh not very friendly are we Granger?" I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
At this point I was really upset. Harry and Ron left me. Malfoy is tormenting me. I'm all alone, well mostly alone.
"Shut up Malfoy, I'm really not in the mood! Harry and Ron left me, yet again! You decide to annoy the hell out of me, only because I have muggle parents! Did you even think about the fact that I didn't have a say in who my family is!" I yelled at him.
He must have been surprised I said what I did, because he didn't say anything after that.
"I'm sorry Gran-Hermione, I shouldn't have… I'm sorry," he said.
I turned around shock that the Slytherin Prince actually apologized.
"Its ok," I said quietly, I'm not even sure he heard me.
I watched him stare at his feet. He didn't say anything, didn't leave. We stayed like that, quietly watching, for what felt like forever.
"My family isn't perfect either. My father hates me, I see it in his eyes every time were together. My mother only wants me around, so she can show me off to all her friends. How pathetic is that?" he said.
He looked up at me with his stormy grey eyes. He had his hands in his pockets, and the wind was blowing his hair around.
"I'm really not in a position to pick on any one for their family," he said watching me.
I didn't know what to say. I felt bad that his parents don't really care about him, but at the same time he's called me so many hurtful names, that part of me screams to use this against him.
"How does your family treat you?" he asked.
"Well, they write to me twice a week, and always end the letter with; we love you, can't wait to see you on break," I told him.
He was quite for a while, probably thinking about what I just told him.
"I'm not going home for holiday," he said.
"All that's going to be going on there is the Malfoy Ball, I haven't gone in two years," he said quietly.
"What goes on at the ball?" I asked.
"Mostly, the old Pureblood family's go. They talk about the old ways, and how the muggleborns and halfbloods are ruining the magical world," he said almost spitting.
I'm guessing he doesn't hate Muggleborns as much as he says he does. I wonder what changed his mind.
"If you don't like it there why don't you stay at a friend's house?" I asked him.
"What friends, the ones that pretend to like me, or the ones that I have to pretend around to not get beat when I get home from what they told my family?" he asked.
I saw something in his eyes that looked a lot like desperation.
"I would offer to let you stay with me during the holidays but…," I said trailing off.
"You would let me," he said.
He looked extremely hopeful. I hadn't thought in a million years that he would take me up on my offer!
"You would want to stay with me, in the muggle world for a week?" I said surprised.
"It would be a lot better then staying here alone, and I wouldn't mind," he said.
"I don't know why not I'll have to ask my parents…," I told him
"I wonder where Hermione is?" said a voice from a little ways off.
"I'll owl you," I said.
I ran up the small hill towards Harry and Ron. I felt his eyes on my, but I didn't turn around to look.
"Where were you?" said Ron.
"Oh you know here, and there what did you find out?" I asked them.
I wrapped my arms around the red head and boy who lived, and steered them in the opposite direction of my new blonde friend.
The two boys started to go off on all the things they heard, and saw in extreme exaggeration.
I thought about what Mal-Draco said, and I realized he deserved a second chance. If he was able to be this kind, and open I should be able to do the same. I mean I have less to loose then he does, but I doubt anyone would believe me.
What could I possibly loose in letting him come home with me?
I looked behind me looking for the blonde, but was disappointed to not have found him.
A/N ok So I dont know where I'm going with this, but i need at least five reviews if im going to contiue this story!