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Chapter 3 Familiarity

August Twenty-fourth, 6 o'clock a.m.

Draco sat on a bench overlooking a pond in a little park. He was still in Hogsmeade, yet it was early and the streets were empty. He watched the sun rise and reflect across the blue-green water, and he couldn't help but yawn. Draco was tired of hiding, and the fact that he didn't get much sleep last night didn't improve his spirits much either.

He had left The Three Broomsticks quickly after he had gotten what he had came for. Draco didn't mind ruining Potter's reputation, but he still had to be cautious. He had performed a simple locating spell, which had informed him that the real Harry was in the company of the whole pitiful Weasley bunch. Even though most people believed that Harry was more than just an average wizard, it would be hard to convince them that the legendary Potter was able to be in two places at the same time. From now on, he would have to be careful.

Draco adjusted his hat and then slid his fingers down to his forehead. It did feel real. Draco, for a second, almost considered praising the Muggle product that he had purchased, fake skin. He had cut the scar into the material himself, and had then applied it to his face. It was done so well that it was almost impossible to tell where the phony skin ended, even to the touch. It was a brilliant, but then again, so was Draco.

It was 6:15, and the little town was beginning to waken. 'It's time to pay a little visit to the Weasels,' Draco thought. He reached down into the bag at his feet, which contains all his few belongings. He pulled out a long shimmering fabric. An invisibility cloak. The one his father gave him, a few days before his murder. The memory wasn't an easy one for Draco, and he quickly put it out of his mind. Draco slipped on the invisibility cloak and turned his thoughts back onto his flawless plan.

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August 27, 4 o'clock p.m.

Harry Potter felt like he was in heaven. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone out to a Ministry of Magic banquet. Since most of the Weasley children had graduated Hogwarts, and with Ron out visiting Lavender Brown, and the exception of Ginny in her room, he and Hermione had the house to themselves.

Harry leaned down closer to Hermione's eagerly awaiting lips. They made contact, shocking both their senses. Hermione then released her lips and moved towards Harry's neck and planted kisses all over his highly sensitive skin. "Mmm… Harry," she murmured as her hot breath send chills up his spine.

Harry could hardly contain himself. Their makeout session was not approaching 20 minutes, and Harry's hormones were trying to take control of his body. Almost subconsciously, his hand slipped from Hermione's waist to underneath her pale blue shirt. Hermione's eyes shot open as soon as she felt his fingers encompass her left breast.

"Harry… I thought we had decide to wait," said a shocked Hermione untangling herself from his arms.

"I know Mione."

"Then why did you do that?" questioned Hermione as she stood up.

"It's been over a year… I just thought maybe you wouldn't mind going a little bit farther."

Hermione gasped. "So that's what this is all about to you isn't it? Harry Potter, you are a sex crazed teenage boy and I never want to speak to you again."

Hermione stomped upstairs to the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Hermione…" sighed Harry. He felt bad, but he knew there was no use trying to apologize until she had time to calm down. "You really blew it Harry," he muttered to himself as he lay back down unto the couch.

"Yes you did Potter. Or should I say, I did."

Harry gasped as he looked up at the extremely familiar face… The Boy Who Lived was speechless as the evil smirk looking down on him tore into the inner core of his being. "Scared Potty?"

"…Malfoy?"

Harry's courage returned to him as he recognized his enemy, but it was too late. By the time he leaped to his feet, Malfoy had already cast a spell, and Harry Potter's world went black.

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Hermione lay weeping on the bathroom floor. 'I'm so stupid,' she thought to herself, 'Harry did mean to push me… Actually he didn't push me at all. Until then I had been cooperating quite nicely with him.'

Hermione blushed at the thought of the intimacy that they had shared just moments ago. 'Why did I get mad at him then? Why did I overact?'

Hermione knew it was her nature to be hotheaded at times, but she never was with Harry. Theories flew into Hermione's head, but she froze as a certain thought came into her mind. 'I'm scared to take the risk. I'm afraid of what will happen the morning after… will everything be the same?'

The subject was something that Hermione didn't even feel like thinking about. But at least now she knew that she had been too hard on Harry. He didn't deserve to never be spoken to again, and honestly Hermione didn't know how she'd be able to live every waking hour without him.

Hermione got up, and composed herself. She opened the bathroom door and run into an unusually pale Ginny.

"Ginny, what's wrong?"

Tears started to pour from Ginny's already swollen eyes.

"Harry's…."

"What? Tell me Ginny," demanded a nervous Hermione.

"…Dead."

Two thuds were heard throughout the Burrow as the girls both fainted; escaping, for a moment, the truth that they would eventually have to face.

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Hehe, that was an evil place to end ;)

This chapter was a little shorter, but I felt like I should at least get something out :)

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