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First off I really wish people would stop telling me to get Draco and Hermione together soon. I am sick and tired of it okay? It won't happen for a while so stop hounding me about it!
I am going to try and answer all the questions I got now. Bear with me. Sometimes even I don't know what's going to happen next!
Hermione will get to see her parents in about two or three chapters. I promise. I'm trying to get there. It's all the space fillers that are slowing me down.
And that was all the questions I got. Actually I got a lot but there were all the same. When are Draco and Hermione going to get together? *Glares at people who sent in this question*
Feel free to ask and/or suggest anything. I won't get mad unless it's just stupid and you're wasting my time.
Anyway - Here we go. (Into the wild blue yonder! Flying high, into the sky! - I'll stop now)
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'Malfoy is planning something.' Hermione thought as she lay in her four- poster bed that night. The crimson and gold satin surrounded her with a familiar sense of comfort. She had done a lot of thinking and reasoning in this bed.
Parvati snorted and rolled over in her sleep. It was a well-known fact to the Gryffindor sixth year girls that Parvati snored, but they were all sworn to secrecy for she wanted no one to know. At Christmas the girls normally got nicer presents from her than she gave to anyone else in exchange for keeping silent.
Hermione went back to her thoughts after whacking Parvati with her pillow to shut her up. 'Definitely planning something. Now I just have to decide whether to be scared or not. What am I thinking about? This is Malfoy! Of course I should be scared.' She rolled over onto her back and sighed. 'What am I going to do?'
The sound of snoring and crickets chirping slowly lulled her to sleep that night. She never figured out exactly what she was going to do. She just knew she was going to have to be very, very careful until either Malfoy forgot about it or did something horrible. The latter of the two would most likely happen first. While he didn't show it most of the time he was very bright and had an exquisite memory.
He was planning something of course. He was a Slytherin after all. He got into the house for being mischievous and cunning. He just didn't happen to know what he was going to do yet.
Draco sat in his bed contemplating all the things he could do to Hermione. He drummed with his fingers on the frame of his bed and thought. 'What can I do? This really shouldn't be very hard. I mean come on! It's Mudblo- Granger.' He corrected himself. 'Think Draco, think. What is the way that you could humiliate her the most?'
For once in his life Draco couldn't think of anything. 'Think, think, think.' He told himself and massaged his temples. 'Good Lord this should not be this hard! You've embarrassed her a million times. Just THINK, damn you.'
So he thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. But he didn't come up with a single thing. This couldn't be just any prank he pulled on her; it had to be the most sinister thing he had ever done to Potter and his fan club, something everyone would remember even years after it had happened.
Then he realized something. He didn't know who her parents were. That would be a vital piece of information he needed to know if he were to do anything. He groaned and fell down onto his mattress in defeat. He had to find that out. But how?
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Hermione awoke the next morning to find Harry and Ron talking quietly in the two armchairs by the door of the room.
"What are you doing in here? You're not allowed in here! It's the girl's room." She hissed out the last part and covered her satin nightgown with her bedcovers.
"Relax 'Mione. It's not like we've never been in here or seen you in your pajamas before." Ron said and rolled his eyes. Harry was just sitting trying not to laugh at the shocked look on Hermione's face and the smug look on Ron's.
Hermione shot daggers at them with her eyes and made them leave so she could change.
"Okay fine." Harry grumbled. "But after you're done we have to talk."
"Okay, okay. Just go! You don't want to see me in this anymore than I do, trust me." Harry once again began laughing but slung an arm around Ron's shoulders and dragged his best friend out the door.
She made sure she took an extra long time to get ready to keep them waiting. It served them right. They were waiting on the couch in the Commonroom for her looking rather unhappy when she finally did come out. She sat down across from them in a chair smiling triumphantly.
"You wanted to talk?" She said once they looked a bit less morbid.
"Yeah." Ron said and stopped slouching. His full attention was now on her. "But would you mind if we went somewhere a little more private? There's a lot of people in the Commonroom today."
She studied the two boys for a moment and then nodded. The three were silent until Harry suddenly took a sharp turn and dragged the other two into the library with him. They sat down at a table and stared at each other.
"I'll say it again," she whispered, "you wanted to talk?"
"Hermione," Harry started but was soon interrupted by Ron.
"We're worried about you." The redhead said. Hermione was taken aback. What did they have to be worried about? Everything was finally coming together. She only had two weeks more to wait until she saw if her second vision came true and a month until the sixth years visited Hogsmeade.
"Why?" She asked tentatively. She found her two friends refused to meet her eyes.
"Well, Hermione, It's just," Harry stalled, not knowing exactly what to say.
"Just what?" She looked from one to the other. "Guys just tell me. You know I can take whatever you dish out."
"Youhaven'tbeenyourselflately." Ron muttered.
"Come again? Stop slouching." She instructed. Ron sat up strait and looked her in the eyes.
"You haven't been yourself lately." He said quietly but directly.
"I know." She said just below a whisper. She wondered if they had ever heard her. By the looks on their faces she knew they had. "You're right Ron. I haven't been myself lately. I will probably never be myself again. I'm a different person now. It would be very hard to go back to the way I was before all of this happened. It's changed me."
"I know." It was now Harry's turn to admit something. "It's understandable. You've had so much to deal with lately Hermione. Why won't you let us help with anything?"
"You can't help me Harry, not this time." She told him. "This isn't one of our little adventures where we have to work together to achieve our goal. This is something I have to do myself."
Harry gazed down at his calloused hands. He missed his friend, the way she used to be. He wanted her back the way she was.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Tears had begun to gather in the corner of her eyes. She brushed them away with the sleeve of her uniform. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Don't be. It's not really your fault." Hermione smiled this time. She then looked over at Ron who had been remarkably quiet.
"It'll be okay." He said, trying to reassure himself of that fact. "So, what can you tell us about these mystery parents of yours?" Hermione brightened that her friends were finally taking interest.
"I really don't know much. Snape wouldn't tell me a thing and Dumbledore was being very mysterious as usual. I do know that they own and run the bookstore in Hogsmeade. Let's see, their names are Josef and Elizabeth Kelgara. My father was a Slytherin, but hopefully not one of the evil ones like Malfoy. My mum was in Ravenclaw. They were both very smart, Dumbledore said it must run in the family." Hermione took pride in the last statement. "And that's pretty much all I know. I really want to see them when we go to Hogsmeade though. I feel like I need too. I have to see what they're like, why they left me."
Harry and Ron were trying their hardest to be supportive. They both smiled at her and told her that they hoped everything worked out for her. Then they had to leave for afternoon Quidditch practice.
"Bye 'Mione." They both said and gave her a hug.
"Bye guys. See you later." Hermione returned to her dorm room to do some studying until they came back.
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From behind a bookcase near the threesome, Draco Malfoy froze. 'Kelgara, where have I heard that name before?' He thought to himself. 'God, it sounds do familiar. Maybe Father knows something.' He took off towards the owlery to send his Eagle Owl, Amarth, to his Father. He neatly wrote out a letter to Lucius and tied it onto Amarth's leg. The owl soared out of the window and towards Malfoy Manor. He knew he would get a reply soon. His father wasn't one to put anything off for very long.
Sure enough, two hours later Amarth was back with the answer. He gave the black owl a few nuts and shooed it away. His eyes scanned over the yellowed parchment.
"My son -
You were right to think the name sounded familiar. It has been mentioned countless times in our household. As you know you are to be Voldemort's heir when you come of age.-"
Draco was filled with anger at this. Of course he knew, but that didn't mean he wanted it.
"-Before you were born Our Lord had great respect for Josef Kelgara. He was newly wed and Voldemort wanted them to produce an heir for his empire once he was too feeble to run it. Of course Kelgara accepted. However, Our Lord wanted a male heir and when their child was born it was female. Voldemort was infuriated. Afraid of what might come the Kelgaras fled from him. Out of shame they gave up the child to a Muggle orphanage.
That is all I know on this topic my son. It gladdens me to know you are finally taking an interest in the history of our people.
Father"
Draco's face broke into a grin. 'This is too good to be true.' He thought. "Granger will absolutely die of embarrassment when I let this out.' He let out a cold laugh. 'When to do it though? It has to be somewhere with lots of people but no teachers. Think Draco, think. I've got it. We have Care of Magical Creatures with that Gryffindor scum on Monday. I'll let it go then.'
He left the library silently to go plan his attack. Everything had to be perfect for this to work. For several hours he locked himself in his dorm room and wrote out exactly what he was going to do. When he was finally done he laughed again. It would be flawless.
He unlocked the door to let his fellow Slytherin males in and went to sleep. The event would take place in two days.
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Well there was chapter eight I think. Wow I'm already at eight? Time really does fly sometimes.
I would like to add another thanks to casper who helps me think of the plots that occur within the plot. She's great. Thanks a lot.
And most importantly, the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to write. Remember that while you -
REVIEW!
First off I really wish people would stop telling me to get Draco and Hermione together soon. I am sick and tired of it okay? It won't happen for a while so stop hounding me about it!
I am going to try and answer all the questions I got now. Bear with me. Sometimes even I don't know what's going to happen next!
Hermione will get to see her parents in about two or three chapters. I promise. I'm trying to get there. It's all the space fillers that are slowing me down.
And that was all the questions I got. Actually I got a lot but there were all the same. When are Draco and Hermione going to get together? *Glares at people who sent in this question*
Feel free to ask and/or suggest anything. I won't get mad unless it's just stupid and you're wasting my time.
Anyway - Here we go. (Into the wild blue yonder! Flying high, into the sky! - I'll stop now)
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'Malfoy is planning something.' Hermione thought as she lay in her four- poster bed that night. The crimson and gold satin surrounded her with a familiar sense of comfort. She had done a lot of thinking and reasoning in this bed.
Parvati snorted and rolled over in her sleep. It was a well-known fact to the Gryffindor sixth year girls that Parvati snored, but they were all sworn to secrecy for she wanted no one to know. At Christmas the girls normally got nicer presents from her than she gave to anyone else in exchange for keeping silent.
Hermione went back to her thoughts after whacking Parvati with her pillow to shut her up. 'Definitely planning something. Now I just have to decide whether to be scared or not. What am I thinking about? This is Malfoy! Of course I should be scared.' She rolled over onto her back and sighed. 'What am I going to do?'
The sound of snoring and crickets chirping slowly lulled her to sleep that night. She never figured out exactly what she was going to do. She just knew she was going to have to be very, very careful until either Malfoy forgot about it or did something horrible. The latter of the two would most likely happen first. While he didn't show it most of the time he was very bright and had an exquisite memory.
He was planning something of course. He was a Slytherin after all. He got into the house for being mischievous and cunning. He just didn't happen to know what he was going to do yet.
Draco sat in his bed contemplating all the things he could do to Hermione. He drummed with his fingers on the frame of his bed and thought. 'What can I do? This really shouldn't be very hard. I mean come on! It's Mudblo- Granger.' He corrected himself. 'Think Draco, think. What is the way that you could humiliate her the most?'
For once in his life Draco couldn't think of anything. 'Think, think, think.' He told himself and massaged his temples. 'Good Lord this should not be this hard! You've embarrassed her a million times. Just THINK, damn you.'
So he thought, and thought, and thought, and thought. But he didn't come up with a single thing. This couldn't be just any prank he pulled on her; it had to be the most sinister thing he had ever done to Potter and his fan club, something everyone would remember even years after it had happened.
Then he realized something. He didn't know who her parents were. That would be a vital piece of information he needed to know if he were to do anything. He groaned and fell down onto his mattress in defeat. He had to find that out. But how?
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Hermione awoke the next morning to find Harry and Ron talking quietly in the two armchairs by the door of the room.
"What are you doing in here? You're not allowed in here! It's the girl's room." She hissed out the last part and covered her satin nightgown with her bedcovers.
"Relax 'Mione. It's not like we've never been in here or seen you in your pajamas before." Ron said and rolled his eyes. Harry was just sitting trying not to laugh at the shocked look on Hermione's face and the smug look on Ron's.
Hermione shot daggers at them with her eyes and made them leave so she could change.
"Okay fine." Harry grumbled. "But after you're done we have to talk."
"Okay, okay. Just go! You don't want to see me in this anymore than I do, trust me." Harry once again began laughing but slung an arm around Ron's shoulders and dragged his best friend out the door.
She made sure she took an extra long time to get ready to keep them waiting. It served them right. They were waiting on the couch in the Commonroom for her looking rather unhappy when she finally did come out. She sat down across from them in a chair smiling triumphantly.
"You wanted to talk?" She said once they looked a bit less morbid.
"Yeah." Ron said and stopped slouching. His full attention was now on her. "But would you mind if we went somewhere a little more private? There's a lot of people in the Commonroom today."
She studied the two boys for a moment and then nodded. The three were silent until Harry suddenly took a sharp turn and dragged the other two into the library with him. They sat down at a table and stared at each other.
"I'll say it again," she whispered, "you wanted to talk?"
"Hermione," Harry started but was soon interrupted by Ron.
"We're worried about you." The redhead said. Hermione was taken aback. What did they have to be worried about? Everything was finally coming together. She only had two weeks more to wait until she saw if her second vision came true and a month until the sixth years visited Hogsmeade.
"Why?" She asked tentatively. She found her two friends refused to meet her eyes.
"Well, Hermione, It's just," Harry stalled, not knowing exactly what to say.
"Just what?" She looked from one to the other. "Guys just tell me. You know I can take whatever you dish out."
"Youhaven'tbeenyourselflately." Ron muttered.
"Come again? Stop slouching." She instructed. Ron sat up strait and looked her in the eyes.
"You haven't been yourself lately." He said quietly but directly.
"I know." She said just below a whisper. She wondered if they had ever heard her. By the looks on their faces she knew they had. "You're right Ron. I haven't been myself lately. I will probably never be myself again. I'm a different person now. It would be very hard to go back to the way I was before all of this happened. It's changed me."
"I know." It was now Harry's turn to admit something. "It's understandable. You've had so much to deal with lately Hermione. Why won't you let us help with anything?"
"You can't help me Harry, not this time." She told him. "This isn't one of our little adventures where we have to work together to achieve our goal. This is something I have to do myself."
Harry gazed down at his calloused hands. He missed his friend, the way she used to be. He wanted her back the way she was.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Tears had begun to gather in the corner of her eyes. She brushed them away with the sleeve of her uniform. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Don't be. It's not really your fault." Hermione smiled this time. She then looked over at Ron who had been remarkably quiet.
"It'll be okay." He said, trying to reassure himself of that fact. "So, what can you tell us about these mystery parents of yours?" Hermione brightened that her friends were finally taking interest.
"I really don't know much. Snape wouldn't tell me a thing and Dumbledore was being very mysterious as usual. I do know that they own and run the bookstore in Hogsmeade. Let's see, their names are Josef and Elizabeth Kelgara. My father was a Slytherin, but hopefully not one of the evil ones like Malfoy. My mum was in Ravenclaw. They were both very smart, Dumbledore said it must run in the family." Hermione took pride in the last statement. "And that's pretty much all I know. I really want to see them when we go to Hogsmeade though. I feel like I need too. I have to see what they're like, why they left me."
Harry and Ron were trying their hardest to be supportive. They both smiled at her and told her that they hoped everything worked out for her. Then they had to leave for afternoon Quidditch practice.
"Bye 'Mione." They both said and gave her a hug.
"Bye guys. See you later." Hermione returned to her dorm room to do some studying until they came back.
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From behind a bookcase near the threesome, Draco Malfoy froze. 'Kelgara, where have I heard that name before?' He thought to himself. 'God, it sounds do familiar. Maybe Father knows something.' He took off towards the owlery to send his Eagle Owl, Amarth, to his Father. He neatly wrote out a letter to Lucius and tied it onto Amarth's leg. The owl soared out of the window and towards Malfoy Manor. He knew he would get a reply soon. His father wasn't one to put anything off for very long.
Sure enough, two hours later Amarth was back with the answer. He gave the black owl a few nuts and shooed it away. His eyes scanned over the yellowed parchment.
"My son -
You were right to think the name sounded familiar. It has been mentioned countless times in our household. As you know you are to be Voldemort's heir when you come of age.-"
Draco was filled with anger at this. Of course he knew, but that didn't mean he wanted it.
"-Before you were born Our Lord had great respect for Josef Kelgara. He was newly wed and Voldemort wanted them to produce an heir for his empire once he was too feeble to run it. Of course Kelgara accepted. However, Our Lord wanted a male heir and when their child was born it was female. Voldemort was infuriated. Afraid of what might come the Kelgaras fled from him. Out of shame they gave up the child to a Muggle orphanage.
That is all I know on this topic my son. It gladdens me to know you are finally taking an interest in the history of our people.
Father"
Draco's face broke into a grin. 'This is too good to be true.' He thought. "Granger will absolutely die of embarrassment when I let this out.' He let out a cold laugh. 'When to do it though? It has to be somewhere with lots of people but no teachers. Think Draco, think. I've got it. We have Care of Magical Creatures with that Gryffindor scum on Monday. I'll let it go then.'
He left the library silently to go plan his attack. Everything had to be perfect for this to work. For several hours he locked himself in his dorm room and wrote out exactly what he was going to do. When he was finally done he laughed again. It would be flawless.
He unlocked the door to let his fellow Slytherin males in and went to sleep. The event would take place in two days.
-=-=-=-
Well there was chapter eight I think. Wow I'm already at eight? Time really does fly sometimes.
I would like to add another thanks to casper who helps me think of the plots that occur within the plot. She's great. Thanks a lot.
And most importantly, the more reviews I get the more motivated I am to write. Remember that while you -
REVIEW!