This is my first Dramoine! So please R&R and don't hesitate to share any ideas; I'm open to all!

Chapter 1

The sun blazed through Hermoine's curtains as it did any other late summer's morning. Normally, she would just throw a pillow over he head, squeeze her eyes shut, and doze back off to sleep. But this morning, there was no chance of that happening; not with Ron and Harry banging on her door, demanding her to wake up and make them more off her "deliciously strange muggle breakfast recipes", and and an owl pecking at her window waiting to be let in. Hermoine could live with making Ron and Harry wait, but she'd feel terrible making that poor owl wait outside the windows for her to open them and let it in. With more loud bangings on the door and another loud COO from the owl, Hermoine huffed and sat up in bed. Looking at her clock, she saw it only read 9:30AM.

"Ugh!" she groaned.

She hopped up and made her way to the window. The moment she unlatched it, the owl pushed through and flew around the room a couple times like a maniac and finally placed itself down on her bed. Hermoine walked over to it and took hold of an envelope half way sticking out of its beak.

"Curious," she muttered, not recognizing the owl.

She tugged at the envelope when it didn't let go right away and the owl snapped at her and swooped out of the room. Hermoine gasped and dropped the envelope addressed to her on her bed as she examined her finger; it was dripping a few droplets of blood. Another loud knock on the door erupted.

"C'mon Hermoine! Wake up already! Harry and I are hungry! Make us some of those wapples again! Those were good!"

"Ron! They're called 'waffles', not 'wapples'," Harry corrected.

"Whatever, Harry," Ron scoffed. "Hermoine, if you don't open the door in 5 seconds, we're coming in!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Hermoine muttered to herself.

"5, 4, 3, 2"

Before Ron could reach 1, a female voice popped up.

"Harry, Ron! Leave her alone! For all you know, she may be indecent. Would you really want to walk in on her then?" Ginny snapped at the boys.

"What?! No! Of course not!" Harry said, disturbed of the thought of walking in on his sisterly figure with the possibility of her being indecent.

There was no clear reply from Ronald though. Hermoine heard him stammer a few times and the awkward tension forming from the hallway outside the guest room she was staying at was practically paining her! With one more loud huff, Hermoine shoved her envelope under her pillow, tied her bushy brown hair in a ponytail, and opened the door to see Harry, Ginny, and a red-faced Ron standing outside her door pointing fingers and quietly snapping at each other.

When they noticed Hermoine with her eyebrows raised, they stopped immediately. Smiles broke upon all their faces, especially Ginny's- who pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"HERMOINE! OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"

"Ginny!" Hermoine exclaimed. "Can't. Breathe."

Ginny let go, relentlessly.

"I'm sorry! It's just that since I was gone in Bulgaria the for the past week in which you arrived, I haven't seen you! How are you? What have you been up to? Have you gone shopping recently? I just discovered this new store in Diagon Ally which has just the absolute BEST-"

"Ginny! Shut up!" Ron said, irritated with her rambling.

Ginny just replied with sticking her tongue out at her brother. Harry and Hermoine laughed at the brother and sister. Hermoine gave Ginny a light hug and said, "It's fine, Gin. I've been great! But what about you?! I mean, Bulgaria? That must've been amazing! You've got to tell me about it. I read read the other day in the Quibbler that there are new studies being done down there that can change everything we know about magical creatures as we know it! Oh, the theories were all so fascinating!"

"Oh, Hermoine, you haven't changed a bit since first year."

Blush began to sneak upon her cheeks and she glanced at the ground embarrassed.

"Ron, Harry, go away. Hermoine and I have to catch up!" Ginny said shooing away the boys.

Hermoine laughed thankfully at Ginny's actions as two of her best friends left pouting and sending daggers at Ginny.

"Just make sure to make our wapples!" Ron said when he was around the conner.

"Wapples!" Harry corrected.

Ginny and Hermoine laughed at Ron and Harry as they walked back to Hermoine's room and plopped down on her bed.

"So, really," Ginny said. "How've you been? Have your nightmares stopped yet?"

Hermoine looked down sullenly and then back up at Ginny, her eyes now holding tears.

"Oh, my dear!" Ginny exclaimed, wiping away the tears about to drip out of Hermoine's eyes.

"They're not as intolerable anymore, but they still surface every now and then," Hermoine said, lying through her teeth, trying to sound strong and make Ginny feel better.

The truth is, they've been getting worse. She'd been getting them about every other night or so. The only reason nobody has heard them when she was at home was because her parents were still in Austraila and now that she was here at the Weasley's, she had to place a silencing charm around her room. The last thing she'd want was to wake people up with her screams, making her sound vulnerable, weak, broken. Deep down though, that's exactly what she knew she was. But she could barely admit that to herself, much less Ginny, Harry, or Ron.

"Have you been getting much sleep, then?" Ginny asked, trying to sound sensitive.

Hermoine nodded, but Ginny knew her well enough to tell that she was lying then at least.

Chuckling, Ginny smiled sadly at Hermoine and whispered, "Liar."

Hermoine returned Ginny's sad smile and shrugged.

"Lay down," Ginny said.

Hermoine did as told, her face on her pillow, and she could feel Ginny scratching her back humming a peaceful tune to her.

"My mum used to sing this to me when I had nightmare's after the Chamber of Secrets. Just rest, hun."

Hermoine smiled to herself, wondering how she ended up with such an amazing friend. Suddenly, she remembered having stuck an envelope under her pillow. Trying to ignore it, curiosity got to her and she quietly slipped it out from under her. She glanced up and saw Ginny closing her eyes, rocking back and forth, still scratching her back, and humming that soft, kind melody. Hermoine took that time to open read the envelope which was entitled to a "Hermoine Jean Granger". After taking the small piece of parchment out from the envelope and setting it aside, she read it.

Hermoine Jean Mudblood Granger-

We're sure you and your little blood traitor friends feel better now; maybe safe even? Do you feel equal now? Don't. Don't get used to this, you filthy piece of dirt. You're no better than cockroach. And if you and your lot don't save yourselves now and disappear, we'll be glad to help you out. Take this as your only warning and leave our world. You don't belong and if you even try to go back to Hogwarts, you willbe sorry. And keep in mind, if you don't leave now, we will find you.

-Your superior

With a sharp intake of breath Hermoine panicked for a moment and then tried to hold her composure. No, this is not an actual threat. It's just another hate letter from another pure blood. It's meaningless, just like the others. There's no need to make a big deal out of this. It's nothing. Hermoine tried to reassure herself. But she couldn't ignore a pain feeling in her gut. Could this one be different?

"Hermoine? Are you okay?" Ginny asked, sensing Hermoine's sudden discomfort.

"Yes. I am. I'm actually feeling a lot better. Thank you, Gin."

"Awe, no problem, Sweetie. Tell you what, why don't you take a quick nap now and try to rest and I'll make those waffles for the guys. I think I saw the recipe in the kitchen."

With that, she left Hermoine in her room to sleep. But she didn't sleep, not for the next few days until she was on the Hogwarts express ready to complete her last year with her best friends. One year, that's all she had to get through, and then it would all truly feel over. But until then, she couldn't shake away what this last letter had said and who wrote it. Who did write it?