Hey guys! I received quite a few reviews telling me to continue this story, of course I'm going to continue you silly reader! This story is going to be nothing like the other one I put on hiatus; I'm excited about finishing this one!

Is it rainy where you guys are? Because it has been nothing but rainy down where I am... It is always on the days that my class actually gets to go somewhere exciting... So much for a nice sunny zoo trip eh?

Disclaimer: Noooope... I only own what comes out of my over-active imagination, which does not include the world of Harry Potter.


Hermione jerked away from Malfoy so violently she toppled over and landed on the cold marble floor. Her fast paced breathing matched her rapidly beating heart. Malfoy looked shocked and raised his hands above his shoulders.

"Hey now, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was surprisingly gently and Hermione was confused. Doesn't he know that I tried to trick him? She thought worriedly, He must know, my reaction was so unusual. She looked at his face, which had returned to its usual stoic expression, and realized that he had begun to mutter to himself.

"It's technically not breaking the statute of secrecy if she's already a witch..." Hermione was more confused than ever. But what he said next cleared up everything.

Draco knelt down in front of her, "What you just saw is called apparation. It's kind of like, what I think muggles refer it as anyways, teleportation." He thought she was scared by his parent's display of magic! Of course he did, he thought that she knew nothing of the wizarding world ... She was practically a muggle. "This may sound crazy but you don't live in the world you think you do. We are surrounded by magic even if you haven't noticed it before. In fact, magic is why you can't remember anything about yourself." Hermione could only nod dumbly, unsure of what to say. "Your name is Hermione Granger and you helped the wizarding savior save the whole world. You know everything there is to know and everyone loves you." Hermione was shocked, Malfoy really thought that about her?

"Um... I did? I...Do?" She cursed how slow she sounded, but Malfoy seemed to find it normal and he started to walk up the stairs, gesturing for her to follow,

"Come on, let's go to the upper floor. I'll have the house elves serve us something to eat." Hermione bristled but refrained from giving her usual speech on the brutality of house elf slavery.

"Hmm." She grumbled instead, following him up the stairs. Despite how upset she was over how the Malfoy's 'employed' house elves, she couldn't help but marvel at all the beautiful antiques that were displayed throughout their hallways. And in a long row hung all over the wall there were portraits of Malfoy ancestors sneering down at her.

"What is this filth doing in our house, young Draco?" A pointy nosed witch growled as Malfoy passed by her.

"You can blame your son, grandmother; this is all his fault."

"Bah!" She scoffed, "Lucius would never defile his house like this! Stop talking nonsense you insolent whelp!"

"I'm always talking nonsense as far as you're concerned, that's why I never talk to you." Hermione heard him mumble and then strained her ears to catch what he said next, but couldn't make it out. The late Mrs. Malfoy seemed to have much better hearing, however, because her face morphed into a truly terrifying expression and, Hermione felt, would have turned an unattractive shade of purple if she was not, in fact, painted.

"Why, you little-" Both Hermione and Draco covered their ears before the pureblood portrait could start screaming at them. Her voice rivaled her sister in law, who was, unfortunately, still hanging loud and proud at Grimauld Place.

"Does she do this often?" Hermione yelled over the ruckus, thinking of Mrs. Blacks regular screaming fits.

Draco grimaced, "Only when I walk through this hallway."

"And how often is that?"

"Never, if I can help it." He said with a small smirk. He started walking again and Hermione followed; the screaming fading as they moved further and further away. Soon she couldn't hear the old portrait at all. It was then that Draco turned towards her.

"You don't seem very shocked to see a talking painting."

Oh shite! "Umm...I would think that, that would be a normal thing in a magical world. Is it not?"

"Well yes, it is, but I thought you would be more... Surprised." For a moment he almost looked put out.

"I just saw two people disappear into thin air. I don't think anything can surprise me anymore." Good thinking, Hermione! There's the improvisation you knew you had in you!

Draco smirked, "We'll see about that."


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