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Hermione was deeply thinking. She had just read the book she had been waiting for. Could it be that her dreams would come true. She would finally become a pure-blood She paced her chamber. Though she looked at the door. She knew that she had to go to potions class. Hermione quickly grabbed the book and sprang out the door.
In potions she has a few Gryffindors. though she was crowed by a fewing Slytherins. Snape loved Slytherins and sometimes you could see him handing the potions right to them, leaving the Gryffindors in the dust! Though Hermione was great at potion brewing, at least for a muggle. She easily finished her assignment and read some of her book in secrete.
"Just simply whisper 'Muggletof' and the spell shall be casted upon yourself," she read
"Muggletof," she whispered, thus she had turned herself un-cursed from being called a half-blood Though she nearly forgot about her target of memory erasing. With him of no knowlege then no one would remember. Her target was Draco Malfoy.
She read through the book, "A simple casting of the words 'Cerbrelly' will make your target unknown about you ever to be a muggle."
Hermione liked the idea of not having a racist Draco to bother her. She thought that maybe a new Draco would be for the better. Hermione, also thinking about Draco again, thought that maybe him and her could finally have a thing. The only barrier stopping them was her muggle essence.
"Cerbrelly," she casted to Draco.
The spell took effect quickly, though no one could really notice until class was over. Draco hadn't said a single word. The whole class period Draco was silent. Pansy was even getting suspicous. She approached him with her normal Slytherin attitude.
"We haven't heard you say a peep all day. What in the bloody hell is up with you today?" She persisted
"What is wrong with me? Your the one asking all the bloody questions. I was just being quiet that is all," Malfoy insisted
"Usually your rambling on about how much you hate muggles. With only one muggle in our class you didn't, as usual, humiliate her."
"Who? There are no muggles in our class. We only have pure-bloods. Have you gone bollocks?" Malfoy insisted
"Me. You act like I am the bonkers one. No, there IS a halfblood in our potions class. Don't you remember poor Hermione Granger?" Pansy puffed.
"You are bonkers. Ms. Granger is well pure blood. How could you be so intently rude to her? She has the skills to be a Slytherin and not some rotten Gryffindor, like Harry."
Malfoy had pushed Pansy out of the way and respectfully caught up with Hermione in the hallway. His pale skin was easily seen grabbing toward her soft hand and gripping it as they walked down the hall.
Hermione blushed a bit and walked with him. She knew she enjoyed his company, though her anger was mostly a muggle's weak spine. She was now a wizard and she had Draco Malfoy all to herself now.
Sorry for the short chapter. I saw some views and told myself 'Hey why not get three sort of chapters up so we can get more views.' Though I think the last chapter was way better than this one. I had lost my train of thought when I was reading another FanFic. You be the judge about that and make a review on what you want to be in this story. I will try to include it.