Author's Note: Thanks for those who read the first one and a bigger thanks to those who reviewed. I'm working steadily on the story, and have a good plot skeleton so even if it seems a little slow right now I promise it will pick up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...


Draco, back in the train station, looked again to the Departures board. He had to leave this town and he had no Muggle money to leave. He took a look around the station. Let's see if the Malfoy charm can work magic on Muggles, he thought to himself with a smirk.

Sliding the smirk smoothly off his face he noticed an old woman with a cane drop something. Perfect, he mused as he walked up to her.

"Miss, let me get that for you," Malfoy offered; he reached down for her ticket.

The elderly woman smiled warmly, "Well, thank you, sonny. Now I knew that there had to be some good young people still around. You know, you look like my grandson."

"Not a problem. You know you don't look old enough to have a grandson."

"Oh, you do know how to make an old woman young again!"

Draco just chuckled.

"I'm a lonely old woman. Are you in a hurry? Would you sit and talk to me while I wait for my train?"

Draco hid the triumph from his eyes seeing that this was the chance he was looking for, "I have some time to kill, sure" He led the woman to a bench.

"Now where are you headed today," she asked settling on the bench.

"Well," Draco paused and allowed a look of discomfort and pain wash over his face for a moment, before continuing, "I'm headed to Harrogate; to see my Grandfather."

"What's wrong there? Is it your grandpappy?"

"No, mam, it's my father," he crossed a hand over his eyes. He had to play this just right without over or under doing anything to get it. It was old hat to him, but it always got him nerves tingling, "He turned me out last night without a penny to my name. He was on another one of his drunken binges." Draco weaved a story sorrowfully, but not so much that he was pleading. Looking to the woman's eyes he knew he had her. Legimency was a God send seeing as how it didn't require real magic. It came in the genes. He managed to tell the story in not only the words out of his mouth but also in the facial expressions that had to show just the right amount of love and hate and disappointment of his father. The story was an easy story to tell because it was mostly true. Lucius wasn't an alcholic, but the feelings and actions of his father were almost dead on. He learned growing up that the best lie is the truth with a few embelishments.

"You poor thing. I have ten minutes to my train. Now I don't usually do these things, however you remind me so much of my grandson. Here is a 20 note, buy yourself a ticket and God bless," the old woman pressed the 20 note into the boy's hand.

Draco made a show of refusing and the woman just wouldn't hear of it. So the two said their goodbyes and Draco waited until the elderly lady had made it safely to her train and made his way to the ticket counter. He bought the ticket for Harrogate. When he had told the lady Harrogate, he new that was where he needed to be. That was where the search for Hermione Granger was going to start. With his change of 5.62 safe in his pocket he waited impatiently until the train got in.

The 12:28 train to Harrogate was on time arriving and Draco was only too glad to settle himself in his seat next to a window. He grimaced the fact that Muggles didn't have compartmented trains. It just seemed rather odd having everyone sit together in such a cramped atmosphere. He tried hes best to get comfortable in the tiny seat without cramming the person next to him. This turned out to be a harder task than it had first looked like.

As the train pulled out of the station, Draco pulled out the page he tore from the phonebook. Looking at the list of Grangers, he smiled seeing that four of the Grangers on the list resided in Harrogate. Merlin may very well be smiling on me, he thought. Harrogate had really been a whim, but a good whim.

The boy fell into a doze that wasn't really asleep nor awake. The hour and a half train ride wasn't eventful. Not long after they pulled away from the platform Draco began feeling claustrophobic. He felt that the person next to him was on top of him. There was no elbow room and if he were being followed he was trapped. He hated that there was nowhere to run, and no room to get a good hex thrown. By the time the train had made its stop at the Harrogate station Draco's mood was low. His stomach gave an audible lurch. He ignored the cramping of his stomach. The little bit of money he did have had to last and it'd be hard.

Malfoy made his way out of the station to begin the search of right Granger family. Unfortunately, he had only seen Know-It-All's parents once in the summer before second year, and at the time he wasn't willing to really look upon a Muggle. He didn't have any choice at the moment; he now had to be for all intents and purposes had to be a Muggle. Life had a funny way of going to hell when you wanted it least.

Once out of the station Draco crossed the street to what appeared to be a shopping district. It reminded him of Diagon Alley. This place was just as colorful and lively before the Dark Lord came back. The shop windows displayed fashions that were in, the hot new gadgets, jewelry of every metal and stone. The people on the street were going about their lives happily, as if there were no threat of death, destruction or an evil tyrant threatening to ruin their lives. Malfoy made his way to a store which window showing their stock of video cameras. He was surprised to find that they seemed to record his every move on a screen next to each of the cameras. It caught him off guard to see himself with brown hair and hazel eyes, he didn't even look like a Malfoy. He felt better with the knowledge that he wasn't a dead ringer for a Malfoy. That would surely be his downfall.

If Muggles were so inferior, how could they come up with half the things that they did, he asked himself.

He turned his attention to a few of the street performers. They had jars out in front of them, hoping to gain a bit of pocket change from the busy shoppers. Draco watched for a few minutes and sure enough every so often he could hear the clicking and jingling of change being tossed into the jars. The former Slytherin kept the sight of the street performers in the back of his mind while he walked down the road away from the hustle and bustle of the crowded shopping area. He had to check off at least one of the Grangers off the list before he gave thought to food, or what he was to do about his money situation.

Draco walked for what felt like hours before he stumbled upon the street of the second Granger on the list. There was a little boy playing out in the tiny yard with his young mother watching from the front step. It was common knowledge that Hermione Granger was an only child. At least that's one down. He sighed and stretched. This was definitely harder than what he had originally planned it would have been.

Draco made his way down the list there were two on the list that weren't home. He'd just have to come back at a later time to figure out if they were the indeed the right Grangers. Malfoy's temper climbed steadily as he realized how excruciating and repeative finding Hermione's family was going to be.

His hunger was really getting the wost of him about the time he was walking by little bakery. Deciding that staving to death was just as bad as being killed by a Death Eater, he stopped in. He bought five sausage rolls, staring blankly for ten seconds as the hot red hed behind the counter asked for 3.75 "quid", before realizing she meant money. He handed over the money and left. It was getting clearer that he had to pay more attention if he wanted blend in easier.

Malfoy slowed his pace to fully enjoy his food. He had to come up with a easier way find his classmate. Then the fact that he had no idea how he was going to sleep that night. His shoulders sagged. He found sad humor somewhere in the back of his mind with a memory of going to Diagon Alley right before his first year when his father had to keep reminding him that Malfoy's do not slouch.

He suddenly stopped half way into his third roll. In a huge green and gold sign read:

Granger and Granger D.D.S. Dentistry

This triggered a memory from his fourth year. Hermione was telling POtter and Weasley about both her parents being dentists after the teeth growing hex Parkinson or himself had put on the girl.

The urge to cry outwith triumph managed to stay in his lungs as he saw a man and woman lock up the door to the business. The woman said something to the man which caused laughter to reach Malfoy's ears. Draco smirked, it looked like Hermione inherited her mother's laugh and her father's bushy hair.