The Other Mudblood

Ginny had doubts to whether she should talk to Hermione. The thing was, she wasn't acting like herself ever since she went to the bathroom.

The reason? She wasn't the real Hermione.

So, Draco Malfoy tried his best to act and talk like Hermione Granger, and, he was having difficulties.

They arrived at the train station. His next problem was how to get to her house.

But wait, weren't her parents going to fetch her?

"Hermione! Hello! Is somebody there?" Harry said to 'Hermione' as he snapped a finger at 'her'.

Hermione, or shall we say, Draco, came back to his senses. "What? Oh. I'm fine Potter." He said almost too quickly.

Harry choked on his own saliva. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

Bloody hell! I forgot!

"I said I'm fine Harry." He lied to him, almost underlining the name Harry if he could.

Harry eyed her suspiciously. "Are you okay 'Mione? You've been acting kind of weird."

Draco waved 'her' hand. "I'm perfectly fine Harry." He said, almost gritting his teeth everytime he mentioned his name.

"Well… If you say so. Um, I'm going to stay with the Weasley's. Your parents are going to fetch you right?" Harry asked him.

In all honesty, Draco didn't know. He didn't know anything about the mudblood at all!

"Uh, maybe. Uh, yeah. I'll just wait for them!" He said, adding a big smile on his face.

Harry looked at him suspiciously again. He was as hell as sure that something was wrong with his best friend. She was acting all giddy like a little school girl and such. Then again, maybe she just misses her parents and is excited to be with them for the holidays.

Mr. Weasley's car arrived, driven by Mrs. Weasley of course, since Arthur was still at the Ministry.

Molly got out of the car briefly to greet Hermione.

"Hermione dear! How've you been?" Molly asked 'her'.

'Hermione' smiled. "I'm fine Weasley." He said, almost too quickly again. Ron and Harry turned their directions at her when they heard 'her' call Molly 'Weasley'.

Although Molly pretended that she didn't hear this, she couldn't help but think that there was something wrong with her son's best friend. "That's good to hear!" She said, as cheery like always. Molly summoned a bag, presumably a gift for Hermione, and handed it to her. "Here. Have a happy Christmas Hermione dear. We'll all be leaving now. Write to us, okay?" She told the young witch, "Okay M-Mrs. Weasley." Draco stuttered. Almost forgetting again that he couldn't call Potter 'Pothead' or 'Weasley' anymore. At least not for another week.

Molly, Harry, Ron and Ginny waved goodbye. As the first three got on the flying car, Ginny went back to Hermione and hugged her best friend one more time and bid her goodbye.

"Goodbye! Have a happy Christmas everyone!" Hermione, a.k.a. Draco, shouted to everyone, until Molly pushed the invisibility button and they were on the air.

Hermione, a.k.a. Draco, sat on the bench to wait for 'her' parents. Draco just observed everyone from his distance. He waited for certain bushy-haired parents, at least that was what he believed Hermione Granger's parents would look like.

Fifteen minutes passed. He almost fell asleep waiting, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to look to see who it was. The man certainly didn't have bushy-hair, but had the same chocolate brown eyes, just like the mudblood.

"Ready to go home, Hermione?" The man asked.

Must be Granger's father, Draco thought.

"Yeah." He replied, pointing the pieces of luggage on his left.

The man nodded and went to pick up her luggage as he motioned him to get inside the small green car not far from the train station.

Draco sat himself inside the green car. It was his very first time to see this thing called…?

"Get inside the car, and I'll follow with your belongings." The man said to him.

At first, Draco didn't know what he was talking about, and he did when the man pointed his finger to a thing not far from the train station.

"Okay."

A car. Yeah, that's it. Muggles/mudbloods call it a 'car'. Draco thought how clever muggles were. If magic was absent in their world, they could certainly make use of their hands.

The man didn't speak to him the whole time, until they reached a mansion that almost looked the same as Draco's mansion.

Draco got outside the car and looked at the surroundings.

It almost had the same feel as the Malfoy Mansion. Eerie, empty, sadness… It was like going home, except that he was going to be 'Granger' for six days more.

He then felt a presence behind him.

"Bloody hell! Don't scare me like that!" He scolded the man.

The man held out a small laugh. "Well, you'll get used to it."

Draco raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand what the man meant, but clearly, there were strings attached to his words.

"I forgot to tell you that your parents will not be around for the whole week. They sent their apologies to me to send to you. They'll be in Russia for the whole week." The man told her.

Draco didn't care. All he hoped for was to find something that could exploit the mudblood in any way he can.

Draco saw a servant approaching, and two more who got the luggage out of the thing they called a 'car'.

Was Granger this rich? He never thought of that before.

"Let's get inside already. Lunch will be served soon." The man told him.

"I'm afraid that it just has to be me and you for the whole week."

As Draco saw the man's grin, he couldn't help but ask why he felt that something bad was going to happen.

A/N: First of all, I'd like to apologize for having this chapter quite short. In a hurry actually, and... I never really intended for the previous chapter to be funny, but I'm happy that you found it funny anyway. :). Thanks to those who reviewed, I really appreciate it.

Please drop a review for this chapter too, if you can. :)