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Chapter Two
Hermione ducked into the alley, and hid behind a large green Dumpster. She heard Malfoy's scurried steps behind her, and then, she felt, rather than saw, Malfoy crouching down next to her, warmth radiating off him.
Hermione turned in the alley, grit rubbing under her shoes.
"Draco Malfoy," she said, and stopped, trying to collect her words together, to form a worthwhile sentence.
"What?" he asked innocently, practically batting his eyelashes.
Hermione gritted her teeth. She had been going to tell him off for insulting her, but it seemed trivial, now, in the dark of the Dumpster. "I..never mind, I'll explain later. However, there's a library in Hogsmeade, and I assume you don't know where it is?" Malfoy frowned mockingly, sneering. "Why would I keep track of wizarding libraries? I'm no nerd." He snorted, shaking his head, and Hermione resisted the urge to slap the smirk right off his face. It would feel so good….but she needed to control herself.
"Well," she said feverently, "It's a block to the North of Madam Puddifoot's, have you at least been there?" She raised an eyebrow. Malfoy gave her a sarcastic half smile. "Yes, Granger, I do have a love life, of course." He seemed to be blushing, a little.
Hermione grinned, finding a crack in his ego, then muttered under her breath, "If it's Puddifoot's, your love life is worse than mine." Malfoy heard her, and opened his mouth to retort, but she quickly straightened up. "We'll Apparate outside of Puddifoot's." Without the slightest warning, there was a loud crack and she disappeared.
Draco Apparated, not wanting to be seen crouching alone, behind a Dumpster.
Hot air hit his cheeks, and he started sweating immediately, fanning his shirt to generate a weak breeze. Hogsmeade had very extreme temperature fluxes, it must have been almost forty degrees; and very humid. (approx. 110-115 F) He turned to look at Hogsmeade, which stood brightly, nearly exactly the same as it was three years ago. Draco swivelled in a full circle, looking for her, and spotted Granger in the distance, striding away past Barnaby Square without a second thought. She stopped, and yelled across the square at him "Come on, Malfoy! Pick up the pace!"
Hermione turned back around and kept walking. She could see the library on the horizon, tall and darkly wooded, comforting. She heard Malfoy huffing up behind her, but didn't turn around.
"Granger, you really know how to make a man sweat!" puffed Malfoy, managing to smirk. Even in the sweltering heat of Hogsmeade, he still managed to be disgusting. Hermione tutted at him, scowling, and sprinted up the marble steps of the library. There was only one other person in sight, the holidays and the heat combined shut people in.
She threw open the dark oak doors. "C'mon, Malfoy, let's go- Malfoy?" For he was no longer beside her. Hermione turned to see him panting at the foot of the steps, panting like a dog. "Just...give...me...a...minute…" he wheezed.
Hermione grinned, and said, "Aguamenti!" A jet of water pummeled Malfoy in the face, drenching him. She heard Malfoy shout with surprise as she walked into the library, still grinning.
"Squibs….squibs..not squids, squibs!" Hermione ran her finger along the spines of the weathered, off-color books, looking for something specific.
"Aha! I thought it might still be here!" she said to Malfoy, who had dried himself off with his wand, and come inside to join her. Hermione pulled a large green book off the shelf, and plunked it on a low, wooden coffee table, which said, "Ouch!"
The silver, stamped title read, 'A Non-Chronological History of Squibs and How they Came to Be,'
Malfoy snorted weakly. "She's...not a Squib," he said, although he sounded unconvinced.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "If she is or isn't can be told in this book! I checked it out in sixth year for a bit of bedtime reading." Malfoy muttered, "Only the ever wise….and dull...Granger." Hermione ignored him, and opened the book to the first chapter.
In the 1600s, Isolt Sayre the famous founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry gave birth to a daughter whom she named Martha. Martha was named after her paternal grandmother and while her twin sister Rionach was magical, Martha was not. Martha was the only one in the family to be born a Squib, and because of that she considered her upbringing at Ilvermorny to be painful. Martha went on to marry and lived as a No-Maj.[4]
"So this narrows it down slightly. Squibs are uncommon, it's unrelated to the bloodline. We've never had any Squibs." Malfoy commented thoughtfully. Hermione raised her eyebrows, impressed. His critical thinking skills were refined, for such a git.
She turned to the next chapter, titled, Squibs are discernible. She exchanged a look with Malfoy. Hopefully, they were getting somewhere!
In addition to being born into magical rather than Muggle families, Squibs are different from Muggles by their knowledge of the wizarding world. They are able to see things that are hidden from the Muggles: certain magical objects and creatures that can help them. Argus Filch, ("Ahhh, the number of times that geezer got you in trouble was priceless," snarked Malfoy,) as well as Arabella Figg, have formed wizarding-like relationships with cats that, in the case of the latter, have been cross-bred with Kneazles.[7]
Squibs should also be contrasted with the Muggle relatives of witches and wizards. Muggle parents, siblings, spouses etc. are simply Muggles who happen to know about the magical world.
Despite the differences between Squibs and Muggles they usually have a stronger affinity with each other than with wizards. For obvious reasons, Squibs usually lead Muggle lifestyles, and are known to be sent to Muggle schools. Some voluntarily choose to cut themselves off from the wizarding world altogether. Isolt Sayre's Squib daughter Martha chose to distance herself from magic entirely. Others live as allies to wizardkind and others, living somewhere in the middle, choose to work with wizards but are not very neighbourly to them.
Hermione finished reading. "So, does Penelope have any particular attraction to cats?" she asked. Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "She has two cats, Inky and Blinky, (Hermione snorted, how very eleven-years-old of her to name cats Inky and Blinky) - but love of cats runs in the family, it's very possible that she's just a regular witch who...likes cats." he finished.
Hermione pondered this; she had Crookshanks, and was a witch, not everyone who liked cats was a Squib! She tried to dumb it down a bit. "Well, did she ever, like, bond with Inky and Blinky?" she asked. Malfoy shrugged. "Maybe you watch people's vats intently, but I don't," he said, sneering. The table, very quietly, said, 'Ooooooooooooh!" Hermione frowned at it, then turned to a different chapter, about how pureblood perceive Squibs.
Even families that are tolerant of Muggles and Muggle-borns seem to regard Squibs poorly. For example, the Weasley family seems embarrassed to have a Squib who works in the Muggle world as an accountant in the family[citation needed]. Also, many wizarding families are anxious to see early signs of magical ability and are upset by the prospect that a member might be a Squib. Neville Longbottom was thought to be a Squib by his relatives because of this, though he proved to be magical. Similarly, Merope Gaunt was called a Squib by her father Marvolo as a slur, due to her poor magical abilities, inhibited by her fear of her father and brother.[11] Some magical families would often blame any Muggle parents for a Squib's birth, as Orford Umbridge (Hermione shrieked with rage, causing the table to shush them,) and his witch daughter would blame his Muggle wife, Ellen Cracknell, for being the fault of the son being born a Squib. However, the wizarding world did set up at least one organisation to support Squibs, called Society for the Support of Squibs.
Hermione was still shaking with anger at that pig of a teacher's family being as bad as she was. She turned to Malfoy, to see his face was drained, and white.
"You know how my family is with Muggles," he said. "I've changed, look at me, wearing my Muggle clothes. And I know Penn is no blood traitor, the Malfoys are pure through and through. If my father thought...he'd throw her out. Burn her from the tapestry, Taboo her very name! You don't know my father, Granger. What matters to him most is blood."