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Chapter 2:

Hermione got on the train and took the nearest empty cabin to her, opening up the silk bag she let Crookshanks out who just sounded like a geezer coughing up dirt from the bag and watched the trees go by things hadn't changed on the Hogwarts express that much besides the fact that there were less gum globs stuck under the seat and not many engravings had been etched into the side panels by anxious first years.

As Hermione settled into the back of the seat and Crookshanks skittered up on top of the bag rack the door to the compartment slid open with a grunt and Hermione drew her wand out poised at the sudden intruder

"what the... Hermione it's me!"

Hermiones heart leapt 'what in Merlins name...' She looked closely at the intruders face to find it was the person she least wanted to be around

"Malfoy...?"

with a snarl like grin Draco brushed his hair aside with his hand. Crookshanks hair stood on end as he growled being woken from his snooze.

"what are you doing here Malfoy? Better yet how did you get here?" Malfoy glared at the cat who backed away and smirked

"Dumbo sent me... apparently I could be of some use to keep Voldy at hand"

handing Hermione a envelope with similar blue inked loopy writing Hermione lifted her right eyebrow and gingerly removed her wand from where she was stabbing Malfoy in the cheek with.

Dear Hermione,

I know this is of short notice but as it seems you might need some sort of friendly face with you i've taken the task of sending Mr. Draco Malfoy to be of your acquaintance Mr. Malfoy's name will be Mr. Dracov Black whom will take on the role of a surviving heir of a disowned branch of the Black's whom died while saying the wrong spell as they were being burnt at the stake being accused of sorcerers instead of experiencing the tickling sensation they made the flames stick to their bodies sad but believable story, never reveal either of you secrets whether of Dracov or yourself Hermione we don't want a time relapse

Take care

Dumbledore.

"WHAT A TWAT!"

Hermione hissed with anger as she scrunched up the letter in a ball chucking it onto the floor only to hear Crookshanks leaping of the squeaky bag rack to catch this papery culprit. Draco just grinned and slung his bag in Crookshanks previous spot

"look Granger as much as I's love to say 'i enjoy spending the rest of my very successfully long life with a mudblood like you' I as you don't want to be here".

Hermione stiffened

"Look ferret I don't want to hear your voice for the rest of the trip and as this old fart Dumbledore has landed me with a 'pureblooded' vermin like you I wish for you to stay out of my face".

Red faced Hermione grabbed her robes from the trunk which by now had enlargened to its original size taking out a black plain Hogwarts dress along with a woollen jumper and white blouse hearing a cough behind her Hermione whirled with flaming eyes to face the prat Draco "by the way Hermione did I say that your boobs have filled out in the past year since I saw you last?" Drawing her wand Hermione threw a hex at Draco

"PUSSMUSBLISTO"

and Draco shrieked covering his face with his hands his perfect aligned hair matting.

Draco looked up to find a satisfied look on Hermione's face who now held a mirror out for him "Next time Dracov keep your pretty little mouth shut or it won't be just puss next time" dreading what Draco thought he'd see next he looked into the mirror to find his face had been covered by large golf ball sized pimples oozing with Puss and becoming extremely painful by the minute

"BITCH!"

Oooooooo 2 Hours later- Hermione has been at the supporting gates on the outside of the train feeling the breeze go past and calming her brain down she's set some goals of what to achieve in her mind and mentally spent 5 minutes pimp slapping Dumbledore on the face. ooooooooO

Hermione after changing into her new Hogwarts uniform tying her hair up into a rough bun walked back towards the cabin and the slid the groaning door aside to find Crookshanks curled up and sleeping on Draco who evidently had fallen asleep too.

Hermione wasn't that mean the hex she threw only last for 30 or so minutes depending upon how much the recipient freaked out about it the more they tried to get rid of it with spells the worser it would get.

Draco looked calm and peaceful that aweful grin he usually wore now turned into a dozed face his chest rising up and down up sending Crookshanks in a similar patter. Hermione didn't know what she was getting herself into but maybe with someone like Draco rooting her down she could maybe stay sane enough for what she was about to do.

Hermione had decided though as she had been outside that if worse comes to worse with no other choices left she will kill Voldemort as he had killed so many with that same retched curse that Hermione had heard when she had came running home that one endless night.

Images of that night when she saw her parents going through the crucious curse the mangled bodies and bloody faces, her mother's beautiful soft brown hair matted with dried blood and the whites of her eyes showing, her shrieking as she felt the pain when her eyes came in contact with the Hermione' who stood at a door with no walls holding it up,

"Help! HELP ME!"

those words that Hermione couldn't do anything about.

The endless dread of unhelpfulness she felt Hermione hid in the bushes just outside the door and watched on her mouth frozen in horror and agony. Hermione's father was missing a bloodied piece from his shoulder and to Hermione's horror she found Nagina wrapping herself contently around his body hissing like a spluttering drain pipe.

That day the innocent Hermione had died, the one who once cared about saving house elves and watching quiditch matches was no more. She'd become something more, someone who had lost everything if she hadn't gotten late as she came back from the convenience store trying to find that five cent coin wedged into her wallet she would have found the same fate as her parents, a piece of her had died that night in the most unforgivable way possible.

Shaking her head Hermione shook the flashing thoughts out of her mind and as she looked out the window she saw the peeks of the towers she once was gleeful to see all those years her eyes yearned to see those towers at the beginning of every 'back to school' day. But now her heart sank and she fisted her skirt with her hands staring at the ground and taking a deep breath

"Ferret wake up! It's show time".

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