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Title: Heiress of the Dark Lord
Author: CJ Wellington
Rating: -M-
Genre: Romance/Drama/Tragedy
Summary: Ever since she was little, Hermione had known she was adopted. Her parents had told her early on that she wasn't their biological daughter, but they never treated her any different then if she was. But when a terrible accident leaves Hermione's parents dead, Hermione learns who her biological father is and it's the person that she least expected it to be.
Now known to the world as the Dark Lord's Daughter, Hermione is forced to choose between the two things she loves most: Her father or her friends. And when her friends turn their back on her, Hermione's tears a dried by the boy who has disgraced her for seven years.
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Chapter Ten: Confused
Hours had passed since dinner ended and Hermione sat on the floor outside of the Head's conjoined dorms. She didn't know the password yet so she was waiting for Draco to arrive. Soon she heard footsteps on the stone floor getting louder. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her head laid down on them as she waited for the feet to stop moving. But instead of the warm welcome that Hermione thought she would receive she just listened as Draco muttered the password and entered into the common room.
Hermione scrambled to her feet and followed him into the room. "Password is Fuzzy Peaches" Draco said in a flat tone before disappearing into his room. Hermione stood in the common room baffled by what had just happened. She was confused to why Draco was being so cold to her. He didn't even say hello to her. Frustrated Hermione walked over to his room and banged on the door. But she was answered with silence. Waiting a few more moments Hermione's shoulders dropped and she turned to walk to her own room. She slammed the door behind her to emphasis that she was pissed off.
Later that night Draco sat in his room staring at the door that led to a bathroom that he shared with Hermione. He was almost waiting for her to barge in and demand to know what was wrong; not that he would tell her anyways, he wasn't allowed to. He was on direct orders from Lord Voldemort to not speak to Hermione. Lord Voldemort didn't want anyone to be suspicious; he wanted the Order to think that they had won. Draco had tried to explain to him that this would just make Hermione mad but he wouldn't listen. Once things were set in place no one was allowed to question him. When he finally came to terms that Hermione wasn't going to walk through the door, he rolled over on his side and fell asleep to the sounds of the night outside his open window.
In the room next door Hermione stared out her window. Her room was a mess from her tantrum and she was still dressed in her uniform. Her hair had returned to the length it was before the summer had started, her bruises seemed almost non existent, and everything seemed to be back to normal. Back to the way it was supposed to be: Draco Malfoy ignoring her, Ron and Harry being dumb, and her being alone in her studies. Everything was back to normal.
'Perfect' Hermione said to herself while picking up her mess. She dragged her feet around her room picking up odds and ends. Her alarm clock read a quarter past midnight and Hermione was far from starting to go to bed. Lately she had been a night owl, staying up to almost the sun rise. There was too much going on in her head for her to be able to sleep so instead she got an early start on her classes. Pilling up her books on her bed she flipped open her Advanced Dark Arts book. 'How ironic' Hermione thought to herself, a smile crept onto her lips. It amazed her that she actually wished she was back in training with Belletrix rather than sitting in her room reading about it. She decided right then that she was pulling an all nighter.
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"Will you hurry up Ganger" Draco banged on the bathroom door, breakfast started in ten minutes and he didn't want to miss out on a good meal before classes. Hermione had been in the shower for almost thirty minutes. He cursed himself for not getting up earlier. Finally he heard the shower turn off and the door across the room open and close. Finally Draco thought to himself as his door unlocked magically.
When he was done showering and dressing for the day, Draco exited his room to find Hermione waiting for him in the common room. Her hair was pulled back in a braid and her uniform was neat and pressed. Typical book worm Draco snickered in his mind.
"What are you looking at Malfoy" Hermione snapped, placing her hands on her hips. If he was going to go back to the old ways so was she. "And if you've forgotten already, its Riddle now, NOT Granger" And with that she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room. Draco just shook his head and followed her out, he already wasn't looking forward to living with her if this was how it was going to be.
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Hermione was in the middle of writing notes in her Advanced Ancient Runes class when she felt a point in her side. She looked next to her to find Ginny. "Why are you here?" Hermione inquired, "You are a sixth year"
"I tested high on my O.W.L's and got to move up in some classes" Ginny smiled and flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder. Hermione nodded, she too had been allowed to advance in some classes last year. "I thought…maybe we could be study partners? I mean, you're like a braniac and some of this stuff is confusing already"
"I thought you got high scores on your O.W.L's why would you need my help?" Hermione raised an eye brow at her. Ginny just shook her head.
"Yes but I want to make sure that I keep a good grade" Ginny was pressing for Hermione to say yes. Hermione eyed Ginny for a moment as she turned back to her notes. She knew Ginny was a smart girl, so why would she nee her help? There was something more to it but she couldn't quiet put her finger on it.
"Let's see how the semester goes first before we set up any study groups. I am going to have my hands full with Head Girl duties so I don't know if I will have time" She was sketchy to trust Ginny after what she had said at dinner the previous night.
Ginny sighed and nodded her head; it obviously wasn't the answer that she was hoping for. "Fine"
Hermione smiled and returned to her notes. She wasn't about to give in that easily. Finally the dismissal bell tolled and Hermione gathered up her things and walked briskly to the Grand Hall for lunch. She as starving by then and immediately filled her plate and cup. Flipping through her book on wandless magic that she had picked up from the library, Hermione ignored her surroundings and immersed her self in the history of the skill. She didn't notice people file in behind her and take seats on either side until someone snatched the book from her fingers. "What are you reading 'Mione?" Ron's voice was filled with suspicion.
"It's nothing" Hermione tried to get the book back but Ron was almost foot taller than her.
"Why would you need to know about wandless magic?" Ron accused.
"I don't…I just thought it was interesting. You know how much a bookworm I am…"Hermione tried to think of an excuse. It was well known that wandless magic was an extension of the dark arts.
"Ya but still…"Ron trailed off and lowered the book back into Hermione's hand.
"It's just some light reading. You have nothing to worry about" Hermione was lying through her teeth but Ron seemed to take the bait and nodded his head.
Hermione quickly took her book back and placed it back in her book bag, she didn't want to cause problems. When lunch was over Hermione found herself walking towards Advanced Dark Arts alone. A lot of students were boycotting the class because if you took it, it seemed like you were favoring Lord Voldemort and the Dark Side. And though Hermione understood people's opinions she enjoyed the course and the information she provided. She believed that in order to defeat something you must completely understand them. But to each their own, she didn't expect to see anyone who took the side of the Ministry in the classroom and her thoughts were correct when she pushed open the heavy wood door. Inside the classroom sat Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and other individuals that she had seen during the ball over the summer. It wasn't until the class had already started did the door open again revealing Harry and Ron.
Seriously? Hermione thought to herself, Can I not get away from them?
She watched Ron and Harry take their seats in the back of the classroom. They exchanged glances to each other and then both looked towards Hermione as if to ask if she as going to come back and sit with them. Hermione answered them promptly by turned to face the teacher, her answer was no. She sat in the middle of the classroom, Draco and Pansy sitting at the table next to her, Blaise sat at a table alone, and the rest of the students were scattered about the room. As Hermione took her notes her eyes trailed to where Pansy and Draco were sitting. They were sitting close to one another, almost touching. This bothered Hermione. She knew that they were only friends but that was her secret to keep, to the world they were going to be engaged and just having that image in her mind bothered her.
Draco must have felt eyes on him because he turned his head suddenly catching Hermione off guard. She quickly felt her cheeks burn from being caught staring. Draco stared at her for a second their eyes connecting. Hermione felt her stomach drop as she tried to break away from his gaze. He was hypnotizing. Hermione forced herself to break away when her quill fell off of her table and landed on the stone floor loudly. Hermione quickly picked it back up and returned to her notes.
When class was over Hermione was glad to return to the Head's dorm to relax for the rest of the evening. She tossed her books onto the couch when the portrait opened up behind her. She watched Draco entered in and walked straight to his room. "Draco" Hermione called out his name but he didn't turn around, "DRACO" she yelled louder following him across the room. But just as she reached his room he slammed the door in her face. What the hell? Hermione thought to herself. She was getting frustrated.
Inside Draco's room he sat on his bed staring at his bedroom door. He felt bad for slamming the door in Hermione's face but he just couldn't get over how he felt when they made eye contact earlier that day. His heart skipped a beat when he had seen her blush at being caught staring. He wanted to smile at her but he knew he couldn't. His orders were to ignore her but it was harder than he thought it was. He didn't want to hurt her.
He heard Hermione slam her bedroom door. No matter how much he hated it…things were going as planned.
A/N –sorry this was a slow chapter, I promise it will get up and running faster soon. Please bare with me!! CJ Wellington