"Fine," she cried, it's not like she had any other choice. "I - I'll tell my secrets, but I'm saying this now - some are not for me to tell." They walked back up to the Manor together.


Hermione the Mudblood Princess chapter 7

Draco let his mother and father know that he had found Hermione wandering the Manor gardens. Lucius gave her a look of disgust, Narcissa a look of concern.

"What exactly did you say to get her to come back, Draco?" Narcissa asked sternly.

"I told her if she didn't tell us, I'd report her to the Dark Lord. She agreed to, but she said some secrets are not for her to tell," was his reply.

"You didn't have to threaten her like that. You shouldn't have - "

"It doesn't matter how he did it Narcissa. As long as it worked, she won't do it again." Came Lucius' input.

"Lucius! How - why would you say something like that? This isn't working," Narcissa said. "She's scared enough as it is! She's lost her friends, family, and now the Dark Lord has taken over."

"You can stop talking about me as if I weren't here," Hermione said, her voice without emotion. The three turned around, looking at the witch, each with mixed emotions.

"It's time for you to tell what you're keeping from us, Miss Granger," Malfoy Senior spoke, not looking at her. Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself. He offered a chair for her, and she sat down.

"Hermione, please don't be nervous. We won't harm you," Narcissa promised. She could only believe her words, and nodded at the older witch.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Hermione asked with a cool, calm voice.

"I have one. Who was the real Heir of Slytherin in our second year at Hogwarts? Surely, Potter would've told you," Draco barked at her.

"Of course, well it wasn't Harry, if that's what you're trying to get at. No, it was Tom Riddle, also known as the mad man you're working for!" Hermione lost her temper. "What else?"

"What else can you tell us?" Narcissa asked kindly, which didn't go unnoticed by her husband and son. Hermione noticed as well, and tried to calm down a little.

"Well, the boys and I, back in second year, we were trying to figure out who the Heir really was. It was before Harry went into the Chamber. I, uh, brewed a Polyjuice Potion, and - "

"What, in the name of Merlin, would you need to brew such an advanced potion as Polyjuice for, Granger?" Draco spoke up.

"I was getting to that. Harry and Ron became Crabbe and Goyle, after I dosed a couple of sweets with sleeping potion. It was all to be sure we were on the right track. Ginny was taken, then I was Petrified by the Basilisk, but the boys figured it out." As she finished, Draco remembered that night Crabbe and Goyle were acting stranger than normal.

"That was Pothead and Weaselbee I let into the Slytherin Common Room that night?!" Hermione nodded slowly, he flipped out even more. "And what about you? What happened to you that night?"

"I would really rather not say . . . it's quite embarrassing." Came her reply.

"What else is there?" Lucius asked.

"Third year, Harry and I let Buckbeak the Hippogriff free. It was the same day I punched Draco in the nose," Hermione continued. "Fifth year, I was in Dumbledore's Army, because Umbridge was no where near a great Dark Arts teacher like Harry and Lupin. Sixth year, Harry was obsessed with this potions book, which had notes written by Snape when he was a student. It was the only way he succeeded in Potions that year."

"Is this all, Hermione?" Narcissa asked with concern.

"Yes, there's nothing else." She answered, sounding defeated.