Chapter 20: Plans

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Voldemort's POV

I sat in my chair behind my desk. It was like a throne, one must show that he is above everyone else, like a king. I was thinking about Emma, and her future as the princess of evil when there was a knock at the door.

"Enter," I said.

Lucius Malfoy stepped in with his head bowed. In his hand were two pieces of parchment.

"My lord, I bring you two letters from my son. He has some upsetting news for you that I would just like you to be aware of before reading," He said seriously as he handed me the letters.

"I can read it myself, Malfoy," I said, I'm not a baby.

The first letter read:

'Dear Father,

I am sorry that I did not write to you about mine and the mistress's first day at school. To be quite honest, it went rather poorly. During potions class, she brought her snake and got into detention when she was caught. As soon as I found this out, I got myself detention so that I could watch her. When she was in detention, one of the Gryffindor girls found her lioness cub and her snake on her bed and sent a panic throughout the house. When she came back, she went into her room to see if her pets were safe and I heard that she spoke in parseltongue and her eyes began to look like those of the Dark Lord. Professor Dumbledore told everyone that it happened because of an accident in the potions lab and, I am assuming, gave her a spell to make sure that the eye thing does not happen again. As you read before, she is a Gryffindor and it turns out that the mistress is none other that the supposed Hermione Granger. Do not worry, though, I have kept up appearances while looking after her along with Zambini.

On another topic, she and her band from the summer will be playing for our school dance, which will be shared with a school from America. Her friends came from the school early so that they could prepare, but I have a feeling that Dumbledore knows about her true identity (A/N WOW that was soooooooooo corny!). I shall write to you soon.

Sincerely,

Draco

P.S. she has been wearing a patch on her left arm.'

I was upset that she brought the snake to class and got caught, but was pleased that the young Malfoy got himself in trouble so that he may look over her. The rest of the news was upsetting. I did not want it to get around that she was not adopted or that she was a parseltongue. I turned to look at the second letter.

It said:

'Dear Father,

Blaise Zambini and I followed your orders and followed the mistress around, but did it discretely. The dance did not go as planned, though. She was supposed to play with her friends and only come off stage for short breaks. During her breaks she danced with an older boy from the other school, which we shared the dance with. She and the boy met during the summer and she liked him. After the dance she caught him and one of her house members in a broom closet. I took points off the girl, sent the to the Gryffindor tower (but threatening that I would know if they made any stops), and told the headmaster from the other school. I shall inform you of what happens tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Draco'

I re-read the letter. My daughter's heart was broken? The boy and girl will pay. I sent Lucius away. An almond colored owl flew to my window. It had a letter in its beak. I made my way to the window and opened it. The owl flew into the room, dropped the letter neatly on my desk and flew off into the sky.

I opened the letter. It said:

'Dearest Father,

I am pleased to inform you that school has been lovely so far. My classes have been going well. For the "Back to School" dance my friends that I hung out with over the summer came with their school and we played (if you don't know, it means that we were the entertainment). I shall try to write frequently about how things are going so you do not get worried.

On a more serious note, I would appreciate it if you would tell Blaise Zambini and Draco Malfoy to leave me alone! They are taking away all of my privacy and butting into my business! They are nuisances, infuriating, little (and I really mean little...;-) ;-)) prats who should be forbidden to become death eaters and instead should be used as target practice!

Love,

Emma

P.S. if you are to contact me, please DO NOT DO IT THROUGH DRACO OR BLAISE! I have my own owl and I am sure that you have at least one hundred at your disposal.

KIZZ KIZZ

PMS ROX!'

I read and re-read the letter. The letter began respectful and serious, but ended as though she was writing to one of her teenaged friends! I looked out the window and thought about how she has the inner strength, energy, and etc. to take over after me, but is too reckless and too much of a free spirit. She will have to be taught discipline and respect.

"Emma, why do you feel like you must lie? You are the bright in my world of darkness."

Hermione's POV

I sat in the bed, looking out the window watching Aphrodite fly away. I knew that Malfoy was going to write to his father who would, in turn, tell my father and I didn't want him to think that anything was wrong. I turned away and saw Harry and Ron coming toward me. I didn't want them to be here. Harry probably told Ron about me being adopted and how the potion thing is a fake.

"Hey 'Mione," Ron said. He looked down at me with a big reassuring smile.

"Hey Ron, hi Harry," I responded. I looked down at my hands and started to play with my thumbs.

Harry sat next to me and Ron sat next to my feet. Harry put his hand on mine and gave it a tight squeeze. I looked up into his eyes, and then into Ron's. They both looked back at me. We just sat like that for what felt like forever (but was really 15 minutes) when Ron stood up.

"Well, if you will excuse me, I must visit the loo." He looked down at me and said with a mock smile and voice, "you'd think that I would know by now to not add chili peppers to my chili, I always end up drinking a million glasses of pumpkin juice."

"Duh, it's only happened like a million times," Harry said, also in a joking tone. "And just say John, or just bathroom, the loo sounds so formal."

"Mhm," Ron said, rolling his eyes and walking away. Three steps into his walk, he began to jog. By the time he was running, Harry and I were in tears.

"So how have you been Mione? I mean, I heard what happened with that Jake fellow." He looked deep into my eyes. "And about what Parvati claims to have seen. Ron and I both are confident in you to take care of yourself, but we're concerned about you. You have been changing a lot and you seem more distant."

I looked down. Even though I wasn't, I felt like I was lying to my best friends. Then again, that was exactly what I was doing, well, not telling them the complete truth, which is just as bad.

"Harry, I've always been able to confide in you before, but this time, it's just so..." I trailed off.

"What 'Mione? You know that you can always tell me," he said.

"It's just that it's so...complicated. I-I want to tell you, but I just don't want you to know, I'm afraid it will ruin everything that we have, and I'm also not ready to tell anyone."

"It's okay 'Mione, you can tell me anytime you feel ready." I loved Harry. He's just someone I can talk to or not, just like Draco, but Harry was more like a brother, and Draco has a shorter temper and is more protective, of himself and others.

"Y'know Harry, this is just like this summer, I had this friend who I could just talk to, he reminded me of you, (I began to feel tears flowing down my cheeks just thinking of Draco) but he was different, (I began to cry) and now he's mad at me. (I looked at my ring) He won't even talk to me." I leaned into Harry and cried. I missed Draco so much.

Harry began to rock me back and forth with his arms around me. I looked up into his deep, caring, compassionate, understanding (etc.) eyes. He looked down into mine.

I looked up at him. I was filled with so many emotions that I couldn't bear it. I looked deeper into his eyes and saw Draco. I lost control, I had to let out my feelings. I leaned in and kissed Harry.

WAIT! I JUST KISSED HARRY!

I pulled back quickly and looked down. So many feelings were rushing through me. Love for Draco. Sadness that he was mad at me. What happened with Jake. Loneliness because of what Parvati was doing. What was happening with me and to me, which made me feel like I was on an island all by myself...WAIT! DID I SAY LOVE!

"I'm sorry Harr..." I began, but he leant in and kissed me.

I pulled away and looked away (A/N we really need a thesaurus).

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to kiss you. The feelings were for another, and you remind me so much of him and I just had to let my feelings out and I lost control" I began to cry again. WHY WAS EVERYTHING HAPPENING TO ME?

Harry took me in his arms and began to rock back and forth again.

"I'm sorry 'Mione," he said. That was what I loved about Harry, he's always so understanding.

He stood up, letting go of me, turned, and began to walk away.

"I'll go find Ron, he's been gone for a while. We'll come back later." He walked out of the Infirmary giving my hand a tight squeeze before walking away.

Draco's POV

I walked to the infirmary to see if Emma was all right. WAIT! Did I just call her Emma? Her name is Hermione! Emma is just a phony who took advantage of her power. She is nothing but the daughter of the Dark Lord to me and will never be able to be anymore.

I looked back into the room and saw her lean in to kiss Potter. I looked away, but then looked back and saw Potter lean in to kiss her. I looked away. I don't know why, but it hurt. I felt a strong emotion go through me, but I didn't know what it was. I mustered up all of the courage and strength I could and stepped into the ward as Potter was walking out. He acted as though he didn't see me. I shook it off and walked over to the bed where Emma was looking out the window.

I placed her books on the nightstand next to her bed as she turned to face me, or, well, my general direction.

I looked down at her, disgust filled me, but I didn't let it show.

"Your books and homework, mistress," I said. It was hard not to show my disgust and pain.

She looked up at me, I could tell that she had been crying before and I couldn't help but feel a little pang in my heart. I slowly sat down in the seat beside the bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful. I looked into her eyes and reached for her hand, but she quickly pulled it away and looked out the window with sorrowful eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked. Her voice was hard, but cracked. She looked back at me with hard, cold eyes and stared into my eyes.

"I-I," I couldn't talk. My voice cracked as I looked at her. I saw that I had hurt her so much and it killed me.

"Just go away," she said, as she lowered her eyes.

"I-" I began.

"WHAT? DO YOU WANT TO INSULT ME? OR ADVISE ME? OR TRY TO GET ME COMMIT SUICIDE? WHA..." she began, but I leant in and kissed her. I couldn't help it or hold it in any longer. It was as though it was begging to come out forever. It was turning into a deep, passionate kiss when I realized that I was kissing the daughter of the Dark Lord, and the girl who lied to me all summer. I quickly pulled away and looked at her.

She looked at me with a surprised look, but it was a happy surprise, not an 'OH MY GOD YOU PERVERTED BITCH!' surprise. I cleared my throat, stood up, and walked away, right out of the Infirmary as though nothing had happened.