CHAPTER 1
Deaths and Debts
Lying on her bed, Hermione frowned as she started to think of what to do with her life. The past couple of years have been very bad for her, starting with her parents' death. She sighed as memories of the event slowly flooded back to her. She sat up and grabbed her purse, extracting a pack of Marlboro Menthol Cigarettes; she got a stick and lighted it, savoring the smoke soothing her dried throat.
Both her parents died in a plane crash when they were having a vacation in the Bahamas, and they left Hermione with a zero bank account, a huge debt in the banks of London, a measly two-story house in the suburbs of Essex and a broken heart and future. From the day they died, Hermione had bad times after the other.
She has finally sold her house at a cheap amount, left the magical world, and started to live as a pure blood muggle. She worked various jobs already, as a hairstylist, runway and commercial model, choreographer, and a restaurant waitress, but she was fired in all these jobs because of her lack of concentration with the field she chose to work on. Her salary was good enough for her daily meals and rental payment for her apartment room. And now that she's fired again, she needs to look for a new job or else she wouldn't survive at all.
She finished her smoke and went to the bathroom. She stripped naked and jumped into the tub of warm water, still in deep thought.
All her jobs had left scars on her, and they were in the form of men. Every job she takes, she always meet men who proposed a good relationship for her, but all she got were depressions, disappointments and heartache.
She took a deep breath and grabbed her cigarette case for another smoke, and found it empty. She threw the case in the trash bin and missed it.
"Nice!" she shouted in a loud voice, "I ain't got a job, I ain't got a home, I ain't got a boyfriend, I ain't got no money, I ain't got no friends, and I don't even have a cigarette!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she stood up from the tub and went to the bedroom soaking wet.
She stopped in front of the door, naked and dripping wet, and stared at the room. It was a small cramped room with nothing in it but a bed, a dresser, and a small closet vomiting with clothes and underwear.
Hermione sighed and grabbed a towel. After changing to a decent shirt and a pair of jeans, she sat down and thought of her next move.
She looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it's almost eight in the evening.
"Dinner," she thought loudly.
She grabbed her coat and headed to her door. Slamming it shut behind her, she went out the cold air, wishing she'd find a thousand bucks on her way to a cheap restaurant.
While walking, she noticed an averagely attractive woman in her late twenties dressed in a thick coat, holding to the arm of an ugly looking old man who looks like more than 70 years old, slowly walking in the sidewalk.
"What a sweet little girl," she thought, "I wish my parents are still alive, even if they're as old as this man, I will still care for them." She thought sadly, but a small smile slowly broke in her lips.
As she continued to watch the father and daughter partner, she saw them coming near a million dollar worth white limousine. Hermione's eyes grew wide as she suddenly realized how rich the two were, and her jealousy for the woman grew.
But she wasn't ready for what she saw next.
The woman bent down on the old man and gave him a wet and sloppy kiss, while the old man's hands went to the butt of the woman.
Hermione paused, horrified and disgusted with what she saw. She walked faster and entered the restaurant where she always eats.
The good-hearted waiter behind the bar smiled at her.
"Hey there Hermee," he called out, "I just made a fresh batch of steaks, would you want one?" he asked with a huge toothy grin.
"Yes Marco," she answered back with a smile, "And roasted potatoes too please. Half rare for my steak Marco, you know my taste."
"Of course," Marco answered back just wait over your favorite table, I'll be with you in a moment." And he was gone to the kitchen.
Hermione's "favorite table" was a small table at the back of the restaurant, against a full glass window where she can sit down and simply relax while enjoying her meals.
As she sat down, she thought of the weird couple she just saw and shuddered. But suddenly…
She got an idea.
A perfect idea.
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"What the fuck does that mean mum?" Draco shouted at the top of his lungs, his mother sitting down and calm, simply watching his son's outrage. "I don't understand it! I am the only descendant of Lucius Malfoy, why can't I just get all his properties and estates and have this stupid deal taken care of?"
Narcisa Malfoy slowly stood up and walked toward the coffee table, and poured herself a hot cup of herbal tea, placed a few crepes on a saucer and went back to her seat.
Draco stared at his mother angrily and helplessly.
"Speak up mum!" he roared. "I want my money now! You already got your share right? What's the trouble now?"
Narcisa took a deep breath before speaking.
"We have something important to talk about Draco," she said softly, carefully choosing words that wouldn't enrage her son. "There is a small problem concerning your father's lat will and testament."
"What now?" Draco went off again.
"I would tell you the complete detail if you will stop interrupting me," Narcisa answered, starting to lose her temper too. The Malfoys are quite famous for their temper tantrums. "Sit down and have a cup of tea with me, and I will tell you in the process."
"I'm not in the mood to have tea," Draco answered, "And besides, I still have a meeting with the wedding planner. Pansy's gonna kill me if I'm going to be late."
"Just take a cup of tea Draco," his mother insisted, "It will help you cool you temper down."
Draco threw his hands in the air helplessly and stood up. After making himself a cup of tea, he sat down in front of his mother.
"Shoot," he said.
The older Malfoy laid her cup on the table and stared at her son for a while before explaining the situation.
"After the fall of Voldemort and all his disciples," she started, "That includes me and you father, we all decided to bury everything dark in our past. Every death eater turned out survivor agreed on this plan, except for your father. He wasn't-"
"I said I haven't much time mother," Draco groaned, "I still need to meet with Pansy for our wedding plans. Just cut the story short and get to the point why I can't get my part from dad's will yet!"
Mrs. Malfoy took a deep breath again.
"Stop interrupting me son," she said coolly.
"But I told you-" Draco started.
"The wedding must not take place." Narisa blurted out.
Draco was taken aback with his mother's statement. His mind was turning to a big blurr as he tried to understand what he just heard.
"What?" was all Draco could muster to say.
"I told you to sit back down and let me explain every detail," his mother said once again.
"But what is my inheritance going to do with my wedding?" Draco boomed out, standing up again.
This time, his mother did the same.
"I said sit down listen to me!" she shouted, causing Draco to get shocked. "Your wedding will never happen, if you want to know why, sit your ass back down and listen to me. If you want to get your share of the inheritance, do what I tell you. If you want to work for you living from this day on, then get out of my sight and go to your fiancé!"
Draco frowned and paused. He never heard his mother talk that way before, and he was still in shock. Shocked about the wedding part, and at the same time shocked about his mother's attitude.
Finally, as his mother sat down, he did too as well.
"as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by my own son," she said with a small smile, "Your father wasn't willing to turn himself into a new leaf, so he started planning a new way for darkness to conquer the magical world. He started to research and make an experiment about magical blood. He traced all of our ancestors from the the four Greatest Witches and Wizards; Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. And a new idea came to him.
"He started to test Slytherin's failed experiment of breeding another type of magical beings. And it all came down to one result. If successful enough, this new breed of wizard or witch can conquer any magical person existing now. But came another problem, the power of this new breed witch will only have her powers controlled by herself, by her own will. Meaning he or she will either be good or evil, whatever the result of the child's upbringing is.
"Your father told me about this on the day of his death. But he never told me that you; Draco will be a part of this. Since he failed to supervise this experiment, he wants you to be the one to fulfill this for him. And he also wanted to make sure that the new breed of wizards and witches must be evil."
Draco listened intently, and he gets more and more confused as he continued to listen to his mother's story.
"What does it have to do with my marriage with Pansy?" Draco asked as he fnally found his voice to answer. "I still don't understand."
Narcisa closed her eyes for a moment, fearing this moment to come.
"Pansy is a pure blood," she simply said.
"Yes," Draco agreed, "And I'm sure that this is what father wants right? Me marrying a pure blood and from us comes the new breed of wizard right?"
"No son," Narcisa answered, as the truth comes near to be unveiled, she became more and more uneasy.
"What then?" Draco asked impatiently, "What does father want me to do?"
The older Malfoy took a deep breath.
"The other ingredient of making the New Breed Witch a success," she started, "Is blood of a pure muggle who's practicing magic. Draco, you have to marry a muggle born."
