Decieving Faith

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Dis: J.K. owns Harry Potter period. And I'm glad she does, because she's one heck of an authour! :)

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~*Chapter 4*~

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Hermione tore open the package to reveal a small star pendant. Hermione gazed at it with awe. It was the most beautiful pendant she had seen. What would Draco want with it? Did he mean to drop it? Hermione's head started swimming in questions. She sighed and placed the pendant into her pocket, but as she did another note fell out of it. Her brown eyes widened with shock as she read it.

'Dear Granger,

Yes, I did mean to drop this in case you're wondering. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron without Potty or Weasel. I'm waiting.

Draco'

She smiled as her cheeks flushed a hot red. Suddenly the pet shop door chime sounded and two familiar faces came into sight. "There you are Hermione. We're looking all over for you." Ron exclaimed, running over to her. "Me and harry are just going to call into Quality Quidditch Supplies. Are you coming?" Hermione shook her head. "No, I've got something personal to attend to." She replied, shoving the note secretly into her skirt pocket. "Like what? What's so personal that you can't tell us?"

"Nothing......" Ron looked at her with questioning.

"Nothing? Tell us Hermione!"

"I SAID NOTHING SO GET LOST!" With a startled look on their faces, Harry and Ron made no hesitation to escape from the pet shop.

Hermione rushed off to the Leaky Cauldron as fast as her legs could take her. She stumbled into the pub's door before tripping on a loose floorboard and falling on top of Draco. Draco fell backwards onto the floor under Hermione's weight. Hermione blushed and stood up in embaressmentand held out her hand for Draco. Draco waved her hand aside as he got up from the ground. The look of slight anger on Draco's face shocked Hermione. Draco let a thin smile creep along his lips. He looked at her for a moment. He took her to a table that was set up two.

"Hey look! It's a Firebolt!" Ron gushed, examining the newly polished broomstick. "It's an International standard!" Harry grinned from ear to ear as he ran his hand down the handle. Ron's face went from pale to paler as he read the price tag. "750 Galleons?! You've got to be pulling my leg!" Ron screeched, falling back into a cabnit, almost giving away. Harry just stared longingly at it. He wished that he had it for Quidditch matches, to show Malfoy that the Nimbus 2001 WASN'T the best broom. He sighed, took Ron's limp arm and dragged from the store, Ron lagging behind him, still weak.

Draco went to order lunch when suddenly he saw Ron and Harry coming to the front door and went back to the table to tell Hermione but he was too late, Harry and Ron had all ready saw them. Harry and Ron's faces went pale with horror as they spotted them. Hermione sat gaping in shock as Ron and Draco glared at each other. ''No, please, no....." Whispered Hermione, silently in fear.

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