Disclaimer: Honestly, if I were JK Rowling, I'd run around flaunting it!
(Even though we know the REAL JK Rowling is modest and down to earth.)
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I've already received 12 reviews on my three chapters! (To those of you who are top rated fan fiction writers, I'm overwhelmed even if 12 for 3 would be considered kibbles and bits to you.) Sigh - at any rate, I have a lot of people to thank for this! But, I have to thank one of my really good friends Jessy for pointing out the fact that the time turner incident was in their 3rd year, and Dobby being set free was in their 2nd. I honestly don't know why I think everything happened in the fourth year - probably because I'm still mourning over Cedric.
Sunshine: Hey! Thanks SO much for putting me on your favorite stories list! I'm really truly flattered by it! And thanks a lot for your rave reviews, I really appreciate it.
Katrina Arlay: Hahaha! I've put you under a spell, eh? At first I used to fancy them just as a fan fiction couple, rather than a "actually being in the book" couple. Oh whoa, I just realized Katrina was the name of Draco's little sister I made up. Hah, it's funny how I forget things I write myself.
Uknowmehermi: I'm sorry, but I don't really get the name you signed with. Is it because that's your pen name (or what you call yourself, really) or is it because you know me and the fact that my friends call me Hermione? Well anyway, I really appreciate your reviews as well!
Okay, well, here's the fourth chapter!
Pure Blood on a Mudblood
" 'Mione? Hello? Earth to Hermione Granger!"
"Huh?"
"Finally snapped out of her trance," Ron muttered across the table to Harry.
Hermione looked flustered and began to blush. "Oh, sorry, Ron. I think I was a bit out of it."
"Yeah, no kidding," Ron snorted.
She hadn't been daydreaming about her usual upcoming trips to the library, extra homework she could be doing in her spare time, or anything like that, but was instead thinking about Draco.
Before she had joined her best friends for breakfast, she had pulled out her Muggle calendar and discovered Draco's birthday to be on March 15th. (A/N: For those of you who don't know me, March 15th is Sean Biggerstaff's birthday!!!)
"You haven't touched any of your favorite croissants," Harry gently inquired.
"Er - Accio Croissants," she said lazily as the platter of pastry flew past Ron, causing his water goblet to knock over.
"You could have just asked," Ron muttered in disgust.
She grinned. "I'm not a witch for nothing, you know," she stated matter-of- factedly.
"Well, seeing as it is a Saturday, what should we do?" - Harry was cut off by the sound of about a thousand owls.
Hedwig and Pig screeched loudly as they dropped letter onto Harry and Ron's laps. The Daily Prophet owl dropped a copy of the newspaper on Hermione's breakfast plate, and another owl dropped a note in what had to be Hagrid's scrawny handwriting. She opted to read Hagrid's note first:
Hermione -
Love to have you over for tea! How's about next Saturday?
Cheers, Hagrid
Hermione quickly scribbled, "Thanks! See you then!" when a loud yelp made her 'n' trail off the parchment. She handed the letter back to the owl and gave Harry an annoyed expression.
"HE'S FREE!" Harry yelled.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Y-y-you mean?"
Harry nodded and she quickly tore open her Daily Prophet and scanned the headline.
"SIRIUS BLACK - CLEARED!"
She screamed and ran all the way around the table to where Harry was sitting and flung her arms around his neck. "Oh Harry!"
"I'm happy for you too, ol' bloke, but - er, I hope you'll forgive me for not going to run over and make the whole ruddy school stare at me," Ron said with a sheepish grin.
Hermione looked up at the Great Hall only to find what was almost the entire school staring straight back. She flushed. "Oh, well, I can't help it if I'm excited!" She looked around to see Draco, but had no such luck.
"You think we should go to Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"I'd think so," she answered. Harry led the three of them outside of the Hall and ended up at the stone statue guarding Dumbledore's office.
"Er - Twix? Snickers? Mars?"
"Cauldron Cakes?" Ron added hopefully and the door swung open.
"Nice job, Ron," Harry thanked him.
They made their way up the stone steps only to find Dumbledore at his desk with a certain blonde haired someone seated in the chair in front.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Professor, we're so sorry! We heard the news and we thought that we should-"
Dumbledore smiled. "Not to worry, Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy and I will be finished in just a moment. If you would be so kind as to seat yourselves in the room next door, it would be much appreciated."
She nodded and they shuffled into the next room. This room, however, was even more peculiar looking than Dumbledore's office itself.
"What do you suppose this stuff is?" Ron wondered aloud.
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Probably a storage room."
"Looks like a junkyard to me," Ron responded.
"Actually, Misters Potter and Weasley, you are both incorrect." Ron and Harry whirled around to find the Headmaster behind them.
"This room is where the Ministry of Magic leaves important and, well - 'illegal' artifacts for me to guard. Now," he said kindly. "Let us return to my office and you may speak to me about Sirius."
They exited the "guarding room" and seated themselves in chairs in front of the massive desk that Dumbledore had just conjured.
"Well," Harry began, "what's going to happen now? Do I get to leave the Dursleys?"
"Well, Harry, I'd like for Sirius to get settled as a free man first. Perhaps if you should return to your Aunt and Uncle for the first week of summer holidays, you will find that Sirius may have become settled already," Dumbledore replied.
"And what if he was settled before summer holidays began? I mean, this is our seventh year, and I think I could move out. After all, I'm pretty much an adult," Harry argued.
"That may be so, Mr. Potter, but I would be most comfortable knowing you had heeded my advice." Dumbledore smiled. "Unless of course you'd like to do otherwise," he winked.
Harry smiled. "Of course, sir. But I reckon this means I'd be able to see Sirius more often before school ends, right?"
"I should think so."
"Well, thank you for your time, Headmaster," Hermione said politely.
"Yeah thanks, Professor," Ron agreed and began to walk down the marble stairs leading out of the office. Hermione and Harry followed suit.
"Anytime, students, anytime."
"This is going to be amazing," Harry said sighing with happiness.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "What I'm wondering, is what was Malfoy doing in there close to tears?"
"Dunno," Harry shrugged.
Hermione started to worry. "I forgot all about him!" she thought. "Oh, hey, guys? I have a lot of work to do. Would it be alright if I met you back in the Gryffindor common room?"
"Sure," Ron said uneasily as Hermione tore after her common room.
"We'll see you later!" Harry called.
As she began running to Sir Cadogan she wondered why Draco was with Dumbledore in the first place. No one ever ran to him unless it was anything serious.
"Has Draco been in yet?" she asked the knight guarding the entrance hole.
"Yes, my lady. He's in right now. Rude young boy! Won't fight a duel!" Sir Cadogan replied.
"Er - yes, well, uh, Mermish!"
He swung aside revealing the hole and she stepped in. "Draco?" she called. She walked over to the fireplace that was still blazing and didn't see him in his usual chair, so she tried his bedroom and knocked. "Draco?"
"Go away, Mudblood."
"Draco, listen I - "
"Save it!"
Hermione sighed. "Why is he so stubborn?" she asked herself. "Wait! How dumb can I be?" She whipped her wand out and pointed it at the lock. "Alohomora!" she exclaimed and the door popped open
She gasped at what she saw. "Draco!" she cried incredulously.
He looked up at her in the middle of slicing his wrist for what looked like the fifth time. "Get out of my room," he hissed.
"How can you do this to yourself!" she exclaimed.
"Watch it, Granger, I'm armed!"
She whipped out her wand again and cried, "Expelliarmus!"
"Damn," he muttered.
Hermione ran by his side and struggled the knife out of his hands. "What is wrong with you!" she screamed.
"If you and your nosy self MUST know, Granger, my father is dead."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I'm not!"
"Then what are you doing?"
"I-I-I'm just-"
"You don't even know? You're hurting yourself, Draco Malfoy!"
"He died because of me."
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't you hear me?" he said raising his voice. "He died because of me!"
"You don't know that!"
He smirked. "Oh yes I do!"
"How?"
"Dumbledore just told me."
"Oh," she said quietly.
Draco sighed. "Voldemort was upset with my not wanting to become a Death Eater, and so he blamed Lucius for being, and I quote, 'a bad parent'."
"Was he?"
"What?"
"A bad parent, I mean."
"I suppose so, but I mean, he IS my father."
"Draco, you need to put this behind you and hurting yourself is NOT the answer!"
"Shows how much you know, Ms. Know-it-all-Granger."
"I've gone through the same thing."
"Yeah right."
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be."
"Well, I am." He stood up and wiped her tears away with the back of his bloody wrist. His blood began trickling down her delicate face. He laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked in between sobs.
"Mudblood has got pure blood on her face."
She scowled.
"I didn't mean it like that! It was a joke."
"I know," she whispered and leaned into his chest flinging her arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and they stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
A/N: OOOOH! I think my pen name should be "Fluffmeister" because I love fluff! Anyway, I know virtually all the characters are OOC, but hey - I LIKE it like that! Anyway, I'd like to thank my friend Nish for reviewing the story and giving me a writer-to-writer critique. Chapter 5 is comin' soon!
A/N: Wow, I can't believe I've already received 12 reviews on my three chapters! (To those of you who are top rated fan fiction writers, I'm overwhelmed even if 12 for 3 would be considered kibbles and bits to you.) Sigh - at any rate, I have a lot of people to thank for this! But, I have to thank one of my really good friends Jessy for pointing out the fact that the time turner incident was in their 3rd year, and Dobby being set free was in their 2nd. I honestly don't know why I think everything happened in the fourth year - probably because I'm still mourning over Cedric.
Sunshine: Hey! Thanks SO much for putting me on your favorite stories list! I'm really truly flattered by it! And thanks a lot for your rave reviews, I really appreciate it.
Katrina Arlay: Hahaha! I've put you under a spell, eh? At first I used to fancy them just as a fan fiction couple, rather than a "actually being in the book" couple. Oh whoa, I just realized Katrina was the name of Draco's little sister I made up. Hah, it's funny how I forget things I write myself.
Uknowmehermi: I'm sorry, but I don't really get the name you signed with. Is it because that's your pen name (or what you call yourself, really) or is it because you know me and the fact that my friends call me Hermione? Well anyway, I really appreciate your reviews as well!
Okay, well, here's the fourth chapter!
Pure Blood on a Mudblood
" 'Mione? Hello? Earth to Hermione Granger!"
"Huh?"
"Finally snapped out of her trance," Ron muttered across the table to Harry.
Hermione looked flustered and began to blush. "Oh, sorry, Ron. I think I was a bit out of it."
"Yeah, no kidding," Ron snorted.
She hadn't been daydreaming about her usual upcoming trips to the library, extra homework she could be doing in her spare time, or anything like that, but was instead thinking about Draco.
Before she had joined her best friends for breakfast, she had pulled out her Muggle calendar and discovered Draco's birthday to be on March 15th. (A/N: For those of you who don't know me, March 15th is Sean Biggerstaff's birthday!!!)
"You haven't touched any of your favorite croissants," Harry gently inquired.
"Er - Accio Croissants," she said lazily as the platter of pastry flew past Ron, causing his water goblet to knock over.
"You could have just asked," Ron muttered in disgust.
She grinned. "I'm not a witch for nothing, you know," she stated matter-of- factedly.
"Well, seeing as it is a Saturday, what should we do?" - Harry was cut off by the sound of about a thousand owls.
Hedwig and Pig screeched loudly as they dropped letter onto Harry and Ron's laps. The Daily Prophet owl dropped a copy of the newspaper on Hermione's breakfast plate, and another owl dropped a note in what had to be Hagrid's scrawny handwriting. She opted to read Hagrid's note first:
Hermione -
Love to have you over for tea! How's about next Saturday?
Cheers, Hagrid
Hermione quickly scribbled, "Thanks! See you then!" when a loud yelp made her 'n' trail off the parchment. She handed the letter back to the owl and gave Harry an annoyed expression.
"HE'S FREE!" Harry yelled.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Y-y-you mean?"
Harry nodded and she quickly tore open her Daily Prophet and scanned the headline.
"SIRIUS BLACK - CLEARED!"
She screamed and ran all the way around the table to where Harry was sitting and flung her arms around his neck. "Oh Harry!"
"I'm happy for you too, ol' bloke, but - er, I hope you'll forgive me for not going to run over and make the whole ruddy school stare at me," Ron said with a sheepish grin.
Hermione looked up at the Great Hall only to find what was almost the entire school staring straight back. She flushed. "Oh, well, I can't help it if I'm excited!" She looked around to see Draco, but had no such luck.
"You think we should go to Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"I'd think so," she answered. Harry led the three of them outside of the Hall and ended up at the stone statue guarding Dumbledore's office.
"Er - Twix? Snickers? Mars?"
"Cauldron Cakes?" Ron added hopefully and the door swung open.
"Nice job, Ron," Harry thanked him.
They made their way up the stone steps only to find Dumbledore at his desk with a certain blonde haired someone seated in the chair in front.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Professor, we're so sorry! We heard the news and we thought that we should-"
Dumbledore smiled. "Not to worry, Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy and I will be finished in just a moment. If you would be so kind as to seat yourselves in the room next door, it would be much appreciated."
She nodded and they shuffled into the next room. This room, however, was even more peculiar looking than Dumbledore's office itself.
"What do you suppose this stuff is?" Ron wondered aloud.
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Probably a storage room."
"Looks like a junkyard to me," Ron responded.
"Actually, Misters Potter and Weasley, you are both incorrect." Ron and Harry whirled around to find the Headmaster behind them.
"This room is where the Ministry of Magic leaves important and, well - 'illegal' artifacts for me to guard. Now," he said kindly. "Let us return to my office and you may speak to me about Sirius."
They exited the "guarding room" and seated themselves in chairs in front of the massive desk that Dumbledore had just conjured.
"Well," Harry began, "what's going to happen now? Do I get to leave the Dursleys?"
"Well, Harry, I'd like for Sirius to get settled as a free man first. Perhaps if you should return to your Aunt and Uncle for the first week of summer holidays, you will find that Sirius may have become settled already," Dumbledore replied.
"And what if he was settled before summer holidays began? I mean, this is our seventh year, and I think I could move out. After all, I'm pretty much an adult," Harry argued.
"That may be so, Mr. Potter, but I would be most comfortable knowing you had heeded my advice." Dumbledore smiled. "Unless of course you'd like to do otherwise," he winked.
Harry smiled. "Of course, sir. But I reckon this means I'd be able to see Sirius more often before school ends, right?"
"I should think so."
"Well, thank you for your time, Headmaster," Hermione said politely.
"Yeah thanks, Professor," Ron agreed and began to walk down the marble stairs leading out of the office. Hermione and Harry followed suit.
"Anytime, students, anytime."
"This is going to be amazing," Harry said sighing with happiness.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "What I'm wondering, is what was Malfoy doing in there close to tears?"
"Dunno," Harry shrugged.
Hermione started to worry. "I forgot all about him!" she thought. "Oh, hey, guys? I have a lot of work to do. Would it be alright if I met you back in the Gryffindor common room?"
"Sure," Ron said uneasily as Hermione tore after her common room.
"We'll see you later!" Harry called.
As she began running to Sir Cadogan she wondered why Draco was with Dumbledore in the first place. No one ever ran to him unless it was anything serious.
"Has Draco been in yet?" she asked the knight guarding the entrance hole.
"Yes, my lady. He's in right now. Rude young boy! Won't fight a duel!" Sir Cadogan replied.
"Er - yes, well, uh, Mermish!"
He swung aside revealing the hole and she stepped in. "Draco?" she called. She walked over to the fireplace that was still blazing and didn't see him in his usual chair, so she tried his bedroom and knocked. "Draco?"
"Go away, Mudblood."
"Draco, listen I - "
"Save it!"
Hermione sighed. "Why is he so stubborn?" she asked herself. "Wait! How dumb can I be?" She whipped her wand out and pointed it at the lock. "Alohomora!" she exclaimed and the door popped open
She gasped at what she saw. "Draco!" she cried incredulously.
He looked up at her in the middle of slicing his wrist for what looked like the fifth time. "Get out of my room," he hissed.
"How can you do this to yourself!" she exclaimed.
"Watch it, Granger, I'm armed!"
She whipped out her wand again and cried, "Expelliarmus!"
"Damn," he muttered.
Hermione ran by his side and struggled the knife out of his hands. "What is wrong with you!" she screamed.
"If you and your nosy self MUST know, Granger, my father is dead."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I'm not!"
"Then what are you doing?"
"I-I-I'm just-"
"You don't even know? You're hurting yourself, Draco Malfoy!"
"He died because of me."
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't you hear me?" he said raising his voice. "He died because of me!"
"You don't know that!"
He smirked. "Oh yes I do!"
"How?"
"Dumbledore just told me."
"Oh," she said quietly.
Draco sighed. "Voldemort was upset with my not wanting to become a Death Eater, and so he blamed Lucius for being, and I quote, 'a bad parent'."
"Was he?"
"What?"
"A bad parent, I mean."
"I suppose so, but I mean, he IS my father."
"Draco, you need to put this behind you and hurting yourself is NOT the answer!"
"Shows how much you know, Ms. Know-it-all-Granger."
"I've gone through the same thing."
"Yeah right."
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be."
"Well, I am." He stood up and wiped her tears away with the back of his bloody wrist. His blood began trickling down her delicate face. He laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked in between sobs.
"Mudblood has got pure blood on her face."
She scowled.
"I didn't mean it like that! It was a joke."
"I know," she whispered and leaned into his chest flinging her arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and they stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
A/N: OOOOH! I think my pen name should be "Fluffmeister" because I love fluff! Anyway, I know virtually all the characters are OOC, but hey - I LIKE it like that! Anyway, I'd like to thank my friend Nish for reviewing the story and giving me a writer-to-writer critique. Chapter 5 is comin' soon!