I WARNED YOU!!!!
"Draco, please come inside," Dumbledore greeted him. "Please, sit down." With a wave of his wand a chair popped up out on no were. And Draco took it. What was he doing here on the last day of his sixth year of Hogwarts? "Do you know why you are here?"
Draco shook his head.
"Well, most everyone thinks that a pure-blood and a muggle born can't get along. I want to prove them wrong," Draco simply nodded his head. He had no clue where this was going. "I want you to become friends with Hermione Granger."
"What!" Draco stood up so fast that the chair he was sitting in tipped over. "You can't do this! I would rather die than to become friends with that... that... mud-blood!"
Dumbledore sighed. "You're just proving their point. I would not ask you to do this if I didn't think you could."
"This is a lode of shit!"
"Why don't you think that you cannot accomplish this?"
Draco's mind was blank. This was the least thing he thought he was going to the headmaster's office for.
"Fine! Make my whole family a disgrace to wizard kind! See if I care!"
"Do you really want to turn out like your father? Do you, Draco Malfoy, want to be a Death Eater?"
Draco was in complete shock. How dare he talk about his father like that? He closed his mouth and thought about it.
"No."
"Don't you want to be better than him? To become your own person?"
"Yes."
"Good you will spend the summer with Miss Granger," his eyes twinkled.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but there was a light knock at the door.
"Come in," he said and Hermione walked in. "Draco, I would like it if you waited outside my office, thank you."
Draco walked over to the door pulled it open and slammed it as he walked out. He then slid down an over stuffed armchair. How was this happening to him?
Ten minutes later Hermione walked out of the door and sat down in the chair next to him.
"What do you want, Granger?" Draco sneered.
"Malfoy, you're staying at my house this summer. If you do one thing to upset my parents at all I will make sure Dumbledore knows about it."
"Stop it," Draco smirked. "You're flattering me."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. He was so inconsiderate.
"I'm honored," she said.
"Well, you should be. You get to have yours truly at your house for a whole two months."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop my beating hart," she put her right hand to her chest. "I just hope you know that I will pulling all the shots from now on."
"I'm so excited," he said sarcastically.
Hermione got up and went down the stairs. Why did Dombledore want her to do this? There where plenty of muggle born kids at this school; why her?
She went to the Gryffindor tower and stood in front of the Fat Lady.
"Password?"
"Exploding Snap."
The Fat Lady swung open. And she went through the hole. Harry and Ron came down the stairs with their trunks.
"Are you even packed yet?" Ron asked her as he struggled to keep the latch down.
"Yeah," Hermione said. "I just went to see Professor Dombledore."
"And..."
"I will tell you later. We have to get going," she went up the stairs and into her dorm.
She was suddenly glade that she had packed the night before. Hermione went back down the stairs. In one hand she dragged along her trunk and had Crookshanks tucked under her arm. She then walked to the train station as fast as she could. It took her nearly five minutes to find Harry and Ron. They where in a compartment with Ginny and Luna Lovegood.
Ginny looked up from the Daily Portrait. "Hey! It took you long enough!"
Hermione took the seat next to Ron and across from Luna.
"So, why where you at Dubledore's office?" Harry asked. Luna looked dreamily at her.
She looked around as if making sure that no one was there who was not supposed to. Hermione turned to look at Ron and Harry and told them the story and how Malfoy was staying at her house.
"No way!" Ron exclaimed once she was finished.
Hermione nodded her head.
"But why?" Harry asked.
"Dombledore wants people to belive that muggle borns and pure-bloods can get along."
"Fat chance," Ron muttered under his breath.
Hermione just looked out the window. She couldn't stop wondering why he had picked her to do this task.
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