The Parchment

Chapter four: Unraveling the Secrets

Hermione woke to a start. She glanced over to her small watch chained to one of the curtains of her bed.

"Oh no! I'm late" she said

"You would be, if it weren't a Saturday" came Lavander's voice from behind the curtains of her four-poster.

"Oh." breathed Hermione as she fell back on to her bed.

"Hermione, um. would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks with Parvati and me later on?" asked Lavander.

"Of Course."

"Great. I'll just take a bath for a minute and meet you and Parvati out in the Great Hall,"

"O.K."

Hermione slipped out of bed and then got in to the shower. She dressed up quickly and headed down to the Great Hall. It was particularly blank today. People were probably too tired to get up this morning after a night of. 'Pleasure'. Hermione didn't think so, the fact that Ron might still hate her for standing him up in front of everyone made her morning a bad time to look forward to the 'new day'. She sat at the Gryffindor table alone except for some fifth years, and waited for Lavander and Parvati.

"Hermione" Lavander's voice echoed through the hall. She approached the table together with Parvati.

"So, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go"

With that they made their way out of the hall and on their way to Hogsmaede.

The Three Broomsticks was also quite empty. No one was practically there except for Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan and some other Ravenclaws. They took a seat next to a window and ordered some butter beers.

"The Yule Ball was exciting wasn't it?" started Parvati.

"Yeah, and I believe that the Gryffindors had the finest attire, do you agree" said Lavander.

"I absolutely do" alleged Hermione.

"And you Parvati?"

"Not entirely, you must admit Draco Malfoy was rather gorgeous last night too, well that is only of the Slytherins of course." retorted Parvati.

"Oh, Of course," assumed Lavander. "I guess that elegant black robe was somewhat stunning, and lets not forget his silvery blond hair. I think it was the brightest thing that shown last night, don't you concur Hermione?"

Hermione wasn't listening. She was busy staring at the figure that just entered the shop. Lavander and Parvati looked at her perplexingly.

"Hermione?" said Parvati as she waved her hand in front of her face.

"Huh?. What?"

"Oh nothing, do you even remember what we were talking about?"

"Not Really, Sorry."

"Anyway we were talking about Malfoy" interrupted Lavander "and how his hair was the brightest thing at the Yule Ball"

"You mean that hair?" Hermione directed their gaze to the door. Surely enough there was Draco Malfoy in his usual brilliance with one of his trademark smirks plastered on his face.

"Yes Hermione, that hair." said Lavander and Parvati simultaneously.

Hermione directed her attention back to her butterbeer and stirred it sighingly.

"You know Hermione, some boys ridicule girls because they like them," suggested Parvati jokingly. "And maybe."

"Don't even say it Parvati. This is Malfoy we're talking about, he ridicules me because to him I'm nothing but a filthy mudblood and nothing more. I'm sure Lavander would agree with that, wouldn't you?" snapped Hermione as she looked at Lavander.

"Actually Hermione, I do so agree with Parvati. In fact I have noticed that too. He never derisions any other girl besides you."

"That's because he doesn't hate any other girl besides me," said Hermione.

"If you say so." said Lavander with a grin.



The next day Hermione got up early. She hadn't slept late that night and was wondering why she had gotten up at three in the morning. Maybe it was because she had wanted to get to class early, or maybe it was because she was dreaming of him again and didn't want to see his face again even if it was in her sleep.

She took a small candle from under her pillow and lit it up. She stood up and then walked over to the window and pulled the golden curtain rope. Once she got the curtain open, she gazed over up at the shimmering silver moon. It was beautiful and luminously shining together with the stars, it was somewhat, romantic. At that moment she immensely wished that she had someone. someone that she could watch it with. At the same time it reminded her of something, or rather someone.

Who else would it remind her of? Who else had that silver glow in his eyes that shined brilliantly as if they were drops of crystal that happened to fall in his eyes?

Hermione groaned. 'That's the only thing that sets him apart, If he was different I'd never get this feeling I'm sure. This feeling I get whenever Draco Malfoy is within my sight.' she thought.

Hermione turned her back to the window and sat down on the windowsill. "Why am I thinking about him anyway?" she thought aloud. She stood up and headed back to her bed. Not discern to her, the curtain rope was entangled with her leg and before she knew it, the ground was coming up to meet her.

Hermione herd a thud as she fell on the floor. She dropped her candle and it rolled under her bed. She chased it hurriedly making sure it would not burn the carpet. As she reached out for it, thankful that the fire went out, she felt a rough material brush against her bare arm. She reached out for it and found that it was the piece of parchment that she had found on the night of the Yule Ball. This time she promised herself that she would read it no matter what it threw at her. She stood up and headed over to the windowsill with her newly lit candle. She positioned the piece of parchment on the part of the windowsill where the moonlight could reach it.

After a few moments, she finally made out what the piece of parchment had said surprised that it had not attacked her, she heard a gasp escape her breath. Obviously, she was shocked at whatever was written on it.

"No!" she screamed as she backed away from the windowsill. "It can't be!"

Hermione was noisy enough to wake Lavander up with her repeated screams of disbelief.

"Hermione, what is it? Some people are trying to sleep y'know" said Lavander as she got up form bed and approached Hermione. Hermione backed up some more and pointed horribly at the windowsill.

"What?!" said Lavander as she approached the windowsill. She spotted the piece of parchment and picked it up to read it aloud.

It read:

1 The Witches of My Life



5.Pansy Parkinson



4.Morag mc Dougal



3.Padma Patil



2. Agripina Chiesterstane



1. Hermione Granger





1.1 DM

Draco Malfoy



Lavander gasped.