A Midsummer Night's Dream
Chapter One
Miss Hermione Daniela Annalise Granger 17, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of witches & wizards, best friends with Harry & Ron, Ginevra best girl friend, an olive completion averaging 5'11 with chestnut brown hair with the red highlights cascading down her back in soft curls her body is filled with the proper curves but she conserves herself. Status – Single
… She was looking forward to the summer brake, hell she needed it. Another hectic year being part of the golden trio. After scarily coming out alive after being transported to Voldermort's Lair, on the last Hogsmeade trip of the 6th year. . .
. . . Remembering. . .
''Harry, Ron come on we should head back,'' Hermione cried out. ''But Mione we need help carrying all these bags,'' a desperate Ron said. ''Honestly are you guys wizards or not?'' with that Hermione giggled and preformed a shrinking charm. ''Aw, thanks Hermy!'' exclaimed Harry with a wink to Ron, knowing perfectly what would happen if they ever called Hermione 'Hermy'/ "HARRY JAMES POTTER!" bellowed Hermione before whispering in a deathly whisper which would have made anyone who was in 10 meters in hearing vanity to run. "You ever call me that again, I will send all the curses & hexes I know excluding the unforgivable curses. Do.
"Mione I swear on the Gryffindors crest & on Ron's red head & that Malfoy may turn into the bouncy ferret that I will never & I mean never call you HERMY!" "Great now lets go I am freezing" "Oi Mudblood you dropped something." "Sod off Malfoy" "Mione is that yours?" asked Ron pointing to a crystal snowflake. – where have I seen that before? Oh yea that shop but I never brought it – "Well Mione is it?" – argh why did I have to see Granger enter the shop & look at it like it was the house cup, now I have to do what father asks – "No, but I am going to give it back to the shop" answered Hermione after some consideration. All three of them went down to pick up the snowflake, when they felt the similar sensation, the tug of a portkey & a very distinctive scream of a girl.
. . . Forgetting. . .
. . .If only I didn't bend down to get the snowflake. NO this isn't my fault its all that Malfoy's. But why do I think I saw him there & him bending down & whispering sorry then kissing my forehead. Come to think of it ever since that day he hasn't called me Mudblood but then again I was unconscious most the time & when I did regain conscious I had my exams, but that still left 1 week. . .
. . . Remembering. . .
-Oh my Gosh, where is this place. As if someone read my mind, which they probably did I heard a- "Why Mudblood it's so good to see you here. Oh & you brought Potter & the Weasel. We only need you. Oh & dear welcome to my House." cackled Voldermort –Why do you need me. Before I could say anything spells where being shouted- "Crucio" aimed at Harry, Ron & I. –I blacked out before I could comprehend with anything that was going to-
"Oh dear, why hasn't she woken up yet?" cried Minerva "Now, now we all know that she is way stronger than Harry & Ron, so Tom put a way stronger crucio on her. She will awake in due time." Dumbledore reasoned "I'm awake." croaked out Hermione. After being fused over for quarter of an hour by Madam Pompfrey, Hermione was allowed to go to the headmaster's office.
. . . Forgetting. . .
"Hermione, dear are you alright you are a bit quiet," asked George Granger "Yea, dad I'm fine just a bit tired." "Okay honey, once we get home you can put your stuff away & eat some home made veggie soup then go to bed." "Thanks dad" - I looked around & noticed my mum not here, but she is always here, always- "Dad, where is mum?" "Pam is at – Oh, what do I tell Hermione I can't just say your mum is fucking someone else, and wants a divorce but I don't. She just won't understand- she is at some friend's house." –That's strange why did dad stop to think before he could say something, and mum & dad always had the same friends, didn't they?- "Okay dad."
. . . Remembering. . .
"Hey George, Wanna grab a bite?" asked Phil, one of George's workmates. "Can't do mate I got a call from my wife saying to get ready we are going to have a special night." "Alright, mate have a good one."
"Pam, dear, I'm home." When George opened the door he didn't see what he expected to see. Instead he saw his wife lap dancing, his enemy from Hogwarts.
. . . Forgetting. . .
"Dad, I'm going to go to sleep; now I can't wait forever for mum to come home"
That was the first of the two weeks I was at home, me & my dad bonding together, staying up late at night waiting for my 'mother' to come home. Argh-
Late One Night
"Pam, Hermione was home now for 2 weeks, you haven't even seen her or spoken to her." –Dad is fighting with mum? That hardly ever happens ever since I was 11 when I got accepted into Hogwarts- "So, I don't care about her-" "Or me, anymore I got it. Pam, where have you been since last January?" "Well, I have been working late." –mum never works late, she comes home & cooks, she always will do it in the morning, she would rather go early than late, right?- "Pam, you never work late & God damn it you work in the same place as me. Only Phil is there besides you." "You can't prove anything. I might have a second job." "What is it lap dancing Amos Diggory? I have pictures Pam; I know what you have been doing?" – Oh My Gosh, that's Cedric dad, but that would mean dads not a muggle but I mum knows him as well. Oh My Gosh I'm pureblood- "George I am leaving." "What, Wait, MUM? Mum, you can't just get up & leave what . . . what about dad & me. What about us, mum, don't you care." "Now Hermione dear I can do what I want & I will. I Pamela Louise Porskoff have no daughter or husband." When ever someone in the wizardry community says that, they disappear & the people or persons name mentioned will not be able to track or see that person.
"Dad, what's going to happen?" "I don't know sweetie, I don't know."
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Mister Draco DeficioLuche Para La Malfoy, 18, Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witch & wizards, best friends with Blaise & Justin, white – silver locks falling into his eyes, well muscled, towering at a 6''11. Status – Single
Draco was looking foward to the summer break, hell he needed one – what with all the golden trio crap. Hell, that wasnt the real reason, he caused the pain, he brought people so much, all because of his father, the man he trys to please.
. . .Remembering. . .
"Father, you called," asked Draco "Yes son, our Lord has requested you for a duty." When Lucius said this Draco's heart stopped, he watched his father take a sip of his wine & he knew he had to keep the mask of indiffrence on. "You are required to do this for your own good."as he said this he pointed his wand threatnly at his son, but this didnt phase Draco out, the dark Lords plan does. "Draco, dear son the Dark Lord wants you yo lure that mudblood bitch down to his lair." – how could I do that, I hate working for the dark lord, but what do I do- "Father, you want ME to befriend a MUDBLOOD."Draco spat it out like it was filth. "Draco, you shall not question me or the Dark Lord & for that you shall be punished! CRUIO!" Excurtiaiting pain filled his body. After 5 minutes of bone breaking pain Lucius stopped. "But, son you do bring up a good point, I will ask the Dark Lord, if you can just buy something & drop it on the floor & make the mudblood pick it up, ofocurse after jinxing it." "Well done Luciusss" Voldermort hissed out "I was wondering if you figured out a way to get the mudblood with out Draco here having to touch her."
. . .Forgetting. . .
That was they day my world came crashing down, we spent more & more time planning & planning how to get Granger down here without me getting caught. They decided I had to get the golden trio to all bend down & touch it transporting them to The Riddles House. But what I couldn't comprehend is the fact why they wanted Granger instead of Potter of course I will never know, not yet at least, not yet. . .-
. . .Remembering. . .
'Ring Ring' Draco saw Hermione walk into Mystio, a shop filled with mis-fits & knick-knacks. He personally loved that shop himself, everything could be found in there you just have to look hard enough. He was going to leave when he heard his fathers voice come craashing down on him HARD !-"Draco, you better do this job it has taken you long enough we wanted the mudblood dead by chirstmas but there she is all fine & healthy & its a week to easter. At the hogsmeade trip you better get her. YOU.HEAR.ME. Crucio!"- He decided to follow her in the shop, but he maintained his distance. He saw her look admiringly at a beautiful sculpted piece of ice. Even he must say she had good taste. "Excuse me dear, would you need any help?" Greg the keeper of the shop asked. Hermione seemed to jump a little at the sound of his voice. "No, I'm fine, but can you please tell me how much that is."Hermione said pointing to the snowflake. "Well, my dear that is a very remarkable piece of work, dates back to the 18th century, it is usually 150 galleons but today for you my dear I will sell it for 125 galleons." -150 galleons this must have been a piece of work, 18th century amazing- "Thank you sir for your help, but I will not being buying this. Once again thank you." With that Hermione walked out the door quite creatfallen, but knowing what she wanted was enough to make Draco scared, very scared. "Afternoon Mister Mlafoy." "Afternoon Greg." "What will you like today sir?" "I am just going to look aorund if I see anything I will let you know." True to his word Draco looked around knowing how much trouble he will be in if he just went up & asked about the same piece of snowflake Granger looked at. "Greg."Draco called in a demanding voice. "Yes Mister Malfoy?" "Can I please have that." "Would you like me to pack it & send it to your room?" "No, just put these spells on it" Draco said pushing a piece of paper to him. "Well, certinatley just come around & pick it up before you leave back to school." "Thank you Greg."
. . .Forgetting. . .
I guess thats when is all started, well for me atleast, for me.- Just as Draco was about to reminisce about the fight he heard yellings, curses being thrown at each other, & an unmistakeable plea of a women, begging for what you couldn't hear.
"No, Lucius, you can't hes only 18, please wait till he is 21, like you promised." Begged Narissca "Shut up you stupid bitch, you kow nothing, the dark lord needs him. NOW!" And thats what was the start of the beating Lucius gave to Narissca each time you can hear her begging, beggining, beginning. . . "NO! STOP!" Draco yelled finally coming to a halt infront of the room, to be precise Lucius study. "Father, what areyou doing?" That was Draco's first mistake. "Never, boy are you to question me. DO.YOU.UNDERSTAND." "Yes" Draco awaited the pain, his body fully aware of what could happen, he knew how to handle it, but his mother. . . "CRUICO!" A blast of green came shooting out of the wand aimed at Narissca. "You filthy little bitch, you made him weak, for that you must leave. AVADA KEDERVA!" "My. . .son. . .don't. . .turn. . .into. . .Lucius. . .please" With that Narissca left the wiazadry & muggle world, forever. . .
"Mum, I promise, I promise." That night Draco held his mother whispering occasiongly I promise. His father left to go & do WORK. Yea, work, kissing the hem of Voldermorts rag.
He was getting up to leave & moving his mother to her bed, & changing her robes, when he felt a peculiar feeling, not knowing what hit him & taking it as a feeling of nausea, he left to have a bath.