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Chapter 2: Remember me?
Draco had come back after a few years and didn't appreciate her. She still dressed as a mudblood and nerd that his father always thought of her. Since honor was definitely more important for Draco he turned his back to him. He hadn't once come to see him.He had once told one of his friends about Hermione in France, he had called today and asked if he met her yet. He just said, "Why? She's a mudblood, completely and utterly useless. She is good for nothing except for doing some fancy spells and that's it."
Hermione had come to visit him but he just shut the door and left her to walk alone in the pouring rain.
Hermione woke up with a start. That was just a dream, she thought, Thank God. But will Draco be so different after we see each other again? He has been living with all those purebloods. NO! I shouldn't think like that, Draco is always Draco. Anyways, I don't really care any more. With that thought she went back to sleep having peaceful dreams of her reading wizard books near a deep blue lake.
Over the next couple of years Hermione had lost contact with Draco due to all the studying they had to do for their OWLS and their normal exams. Hermione studied two months in advance.
The only time they contacted each other was when Draco sent her a letter telling him that his father was dead in a flying incident. Although his father was very strict and ruthless on him, he was his father and he loved him. His mother now a widow would never stop crying. His mother was paying for his fancy French school now but he said that he might not be coming to Hogwarts because it was very expensive and they had to travel the muggle way, by plane. It was probably better that he graduate in France because his father had paid for all of his schooling whether he stayed there until seventh year or until graduation. He could get a good job in London so he was able to support himself and eventually his mother. She was going to be able to survive forever with the loads of money his father had had.
After reading the letter, Hermione had been felt truly sorry for Draco, she sent him a letter by owl but he never answered it.
After that dream Hermione realized that there was more to life than books and studying.
It was the summer before sixth year and Hermione was at home about to call her muggle friends over. She thought it would be a fun experience since her only close friends had been Harry and Ron, occasionally Ginny for a long time. Today she felt like being normal, non magical and not super smart. Even in her muggle school she was top in the class at everything.
Her friends had arrived and they were playing a game of truth or dare when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" shouted Hermione and rushed to answer the door.
There stood a mailman with a parcel wrapped in brown paper holding out a sheet for her to sign. After signing, she took the paper and went to the T.V. room where her friends were.
Curiously, she opened it and found a picture of Mrs. Malfoy and her house. Her mother had always been good friends with her. Thinking the parcel was for her, she climbed up the stairs and out fell a letter in beautiful cursive handwriting.
Turning she read the letter, she realized it was from Malfoy.
Hermione,
I'm in London right now. I'll come to my house in a little while then I'll see you, I'm shopping with my mom, she insisted. Anyways, can't wait to see ya!
Draco Malfoy
Hermione screamed in joy and jumped up and down, Draco was finally coming! She couldn't wait. Her friends began to look at her curiously.
"Hermione, you ok?" asked Linnet, she lived next door and knew her since she was in this house which was her whole life.
"I'm fine," she answered, embarrassed from head to toe.
"I know something's up. The last time you got so excited was when you were with that guy. What's his name? Dray something?"
"Draco Malfoy," she said firmly, "Yes, he's back from France from his boarding school and is in London. I can't wait to see him!" she had always hidden the magic from them, she sometimes felt guilty when they shared their deepest secrets with her.
"Hermione that's great! You just need a bit of a cut and straightening for your hair. You need some new clothes."
Hermione turned away embarrassed, she had never done these sorts of things. She felt odd, she was too caught up in her studies to busy herself
with childish things such as this. What's the harm? she thought.
They went to the mall and bought her new clothes, gave her a hair cut and straightening.
Hermione, afraid to look in the mirror saw a couple of her friends looking shocked as if they didn't know her. Hermione, curious turned around to look in the full length mirror and her jaw dropped all the way to the floor.
She didn't recognize herself!! She had straight, shiny light brown hair in steps reaching down until half of her back. It was no longer bushy. She was wearing her new clothes, a dark blue skirt with flip flops and a black shirt. This was a lot different than they way she was used to dressing. Her friends also made her buy a black necklace and silver earrings. She was too stunned for words. A while later, she began to walk home.
She looked at the time and saw that it was way after her curphew so she ran down the street with speed close to an Olympic athlete. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into a tall man wearing dark jeans.
She felt really embarrassed. "I'm so sorry sir, I was watching where I.." she shut up immediately when she saw the silver grey eyes of his which were visible even in the dark.
Hehe.. I wonder who that could be. Please review and tell me if you have any ideas. Please ask any questions if you have any. Thank you to every single person who reviewed. If you think I would like your story please tell me. :D :D.. Review, the sooner I'll put up another chapter.
