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Chapter 6
So This Is Goodbye

"Of All The Things I Believed In, I Just Want To Get It Over With, Tears Form Behind My Eyes, But I Do Not Cry, Counting The Days That Pass Me By, I've Been Searching Deep Down In My Soul, Words That I'm Hearing, Are Starting To Get Old, Feels Like I'm Starting All Over Again, The Last Three Years Where Just Pretend, And I Said Goodbye To You, Goodbye To Everything That I Knew, You Where The One I Loved, The One Thing That I Tried To Hold On To, I Used To Get Lost In Your Eyes, And It Seems That I Can't Live A Day Without You, Closing My Eyes, And You Chase My Thoughts Away, To A Place Where I Am Blinded By The Light, But It's Not Right, Goodbye To You, Goodbye To Everything That I Knew, You Where The One I Loved, The One Thing That I Tried To Hold On To, And It Hurts To Want Everything, And Nothing At The Same Time, I Want What's Yours, And I Want What's Mine, I Want You, But I'm Not Giving In This Time, Goodbye To You, Goodbye To Everything That I Knew, You Where The One I Loved, One The Thing That I Tried To Hold On To, The One Thing That I Tried To Hold On To, Goodbye To You, Goodbye To Everything That I Knew, You Where The One I Loved, The One Thing That I Treid To Hold On To, And When The Stars Fall, They Will Light Me, You Are My Shooting Star"

*Michelle Branch* ~ "Goodbye To You*

Hermoine was riding the Hogwarts Express back to London. From there she would fly, in a muggle plane, to Paris, France and from there she was going to somehow arrive at Beaxbatons.

Not knowing the exact location of Beaxbatons, Hermione didn't know how long it would take to get there. She was all alone on the train and she felt quite lonely.

She still couldn't believe she had hugged and kissed Draco. I mean they had just barely become friends. Maybe he was just one of those people that made you want to put your arm around them.

She didn't know. But she reasoned to herself she was quite out of her mind with grief over leaving Hogwarts. Maybe that was the reason she had acted so crazily.

Hermione stretched out on the seat. Dumbledore had told her that she should rest on the train because she would most likely get no sleep on the plane. She would arrive at Beaxbatons early the next morning.

Hermione tried getting comfy on the small seat, but didn't succeed. Instead she sat up and picked out a book from her trunk. It was actaully "The 12 Uses Of Dragon Blood", by Albus Dumbledore.

For some reason just touching the book reminded her of Draco and his attempt to outwit her on her last day in Hogwarts. She had known that he wanted to know something she didn't, just so he could lord it over her.

Smiling she cracked the book open and flipped to use number 7; use in the hallucination potion titled "El Dar". The potion's name wasn't actaully in French, Dar just stood for danger.

Hermione felt her eyes droop as she read the book over again for the fifth time.

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Back at Hogwarts, Draco was tossing and turning in his bed. He was having a painfully real nightmare.

"Please leave my mother alone", Draco screamed as he stepped towards the hooded figure standing over his mum.

At this the figure laughed coldly and lifted it's hood. Before Draco stood Hermione Granger. Except as she lifted up her sleeve he could see that the vivid tattoo on her arm was that of a Death Eater.

"Moine, what is the matter with you", Draco screamed desprately as Hermione pulled out a dagger with a serpent twisted around the handle.

Hermione grinned malevolently at him, " You did this too me Draco, it's all your fault and now your mother must die, I really hope your happy".

"NOOOO", Draco screamed as he watched as Hermione plunged the dagger into his mother's heart.*

Draco woke up screaming and fell off his bed, to roll around in a heap of blankets. He was panting and his sheets where covered in sweat.

Draco got up from the floor and sat on his bed. He put his head in his hands and tried calming down. It had all been so real. But of course it couldn't be real; Hermione wouldn't become a Death Eater.

Draco sighed and looked at his clock on his bedside table; it was only five in the morning. He knew he should go back to sleep, but he also knew that he didn't want to have that dream ever again.

Instead he got dressed in his school robes and went out on the grounds to walk around. He was just walking around the lake when he remembered something.

In his dream Hermione had been wearing a bracelett on her left arm. As Draco tried to recall where he had seen that bracelette before, it suddenly clicked.

Both his father and mother had a bracelette identical to the one Hermione had been wearing. If Draco was remembering correctly his father had told him that the bracelette meant power, and lost love.

Draco had never understood what his father was talking about when he sayed "a lost love". Until his mother had told him, when he was about ten, that her father had arranged the marraige to Lucius and that she had actaully loved someone else.

Who that someone esle was she wouldn't tell Draco. He had always had the feeling that this person was someone he knew.

Draco sighed, but what could it all mean. He had no idea, maybe Hermione would go to the Death Eaters side after what Ron did to her?

But she didn't seem that depressed. Maybe it was something else that was going to happen. The Hermione in his dream had looked older.

Draco rubbed his temple, it was all to much. He watched as the sun began to rise, and as the sky split into a wonderful array of colors, Draco finally hit on something.

The dream, the location of it. It had been in some deserted place. But the likes of which he had never seen before. It had to be somewhere in France, he could just feel that he was right.

Draco walked slowly back up to the castle, brooding over his thoery.

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Hermione sat on the muggle plane misrabley staring out the window, totally unaware of the havoc she was reaking on Draco at the moment.

A stewardess walked by and Hermione called out to her. But the flight attendent was either being rude or hadn't heard Hermione, because she just kept on walking.

Hermione leaned back into the seat, her arm folded across her chest and a very sour look on her face. She was thirsty and she had asked two stewards already for something, but they had both said they weren't allowed to serve her any food without an adult.

Hermione was fumming by the end of the plane ride. She marched off the plane, turned around and flipped off the steward that was helping the passengers off the plain.

Hermione stomped inside the airport and went to the luggage rack. She watched as suitcases in all shapes and sizes rolled by her. Finally she spotted her trunk and went over and grabbed it.

As Hermione walked along the airport alone, she got the creeping suspicioun that someone was following her. She turned around more than once and everytime no one was there.

Hermione quickly scanned the crowd searching for someone with a sign that she guessed would say "Granger".

Sure enough a rather small and plump old lady, with bright red (A/N: I mean red not orange okay? Like think a fire truck color) hair, was standing near the door, dressed in a bright pink skirt and a huge yellow rain coat and waving a small sign saying "Granger", she was wearing some weird looking tennis shoes and on her head she wore, what apeared to look like a friut basket.

Hermione aproached her rather timidly. The old lady smiled brightly at her and stuck out her hand for Hermione to shake.

"Hi, you must be Hermione! I'm Cecil Nesst and I vill be your Divination proffesor at Beaxbatons," the woman said in a tiny voice that hardly matched her physical appearance.

"Hello, Proffesor Nesst! Umm, how are we getting to Beaxbatons", Hermione asked.

"Call me Cecil dear, vell for now anyways.Vell, ve vill floo there vonce ve get to a vizarding shop, called "Connaise Ton Coer", Cecil said goodnaturedly as she grabbed Hermione's trunk and dragged it out to a big, yellow taxi that was waiting for them.

"It's a good thing it's a veekend, muggles rushing about and not paying real attention to anything", Cecil commented to Hermione, earning a few stares from some people passing by.

"I like your accent Cecil", Hermione said as Cecil helped her shove her trunk into the trunk of the car. (A/N: Or the boot or whatever you wanna say. I think it sounds funny that she is loading her trunk into the trunk.)

"Vank you, actaully I can speak perfect English if I want to, but I like having an accent", Cecil said as she and Hermione jumped into the cab and the driver took off swerving through the packed streets.

"So Cecil, what is Beaxbatons like", Hermione asked.

"Vell, it is very beautiful there and warm. The teachers are good, and contravy to popular believe not all people that go there are snobs. There are onely one or two, no?", Cecil said.

"Yes, I know what you mean", Hermione said relaxing a bit.

"So are you leaving behind you a boy", Cecil asked winking.

"Well actaully no. Well, not really. I geuss you could say I am. I left behind two best friends and a boy that is becoming my friend, but no boyfriend. Well actaully one of my best friends was my boyfriend, but he did something terrible and so that's over," Hermione said explaining.

"Oh, I see clearly now. So vhat about someone you like is there anyone?", Cecil said.

"Well no. I mean other than my ex I really don't like anyone," Hermione said starting to sweat under the heat of Cecil's gaze.

"What about this sorta friend", Cecil said prying deeper into Hermione's thoughts.

"Oh him. Well the story is that we used to be enemys. But then he kind of saved me, so now we are owl-pals. I guess thats what you could say", Hermione said slowly.

"Oh. You know vhat they say, there is a very thin line betveen love and hate", Cecil said knowingly.

"Just ask my husband. We hated each other for the longest time. Then I found out he was mean to me because it was his weird way of paying me attention. We have been happily married for ten years now", Cecil said showing Hermione a huge wedding band with a nicely cut diamond in the middle.

Hermione snorted loudly and began to laugh.

"I would rather become a Death Eater, then marry Draco Malfoy", Hermione said deffiantly.

"Malfoy," Cecil said her huge penciled in eyebrows raising.

"Yes, Lucuis Malfoy's son. Do you know the family", Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, my sister was once ingaged to Luicuis's brother, Darrien. But it all vent bad and my sister, died of a broken heart, or at least that's vhat I think", Cecil said gruffly raising her voice slightly.

"Oh I am so sorry", Hermione said comfortingly.

"It's alvight dear", Cecil said patting Hermiones hand and looking out the window.

"We're here", she anounced, as they pulled up to a grand looking purple building standing infront of them.

"Muggles can't see this building can they", Hermione asked already knowing the answer.

"No, they see some old rundown hotel vith a Danger sign over the door", Cecil said smiling widley.

"Oh," Hermione said nodding her head and getting out of the taxi.

The taxi driver, who had kept throwing bewildered glances at the two, helped them take out Hermione's trunk, which he stared at funnily.

Cecil gave him his money and waved as he drove away as fast as he could. Hermione laughed shortly and drug her trunk up to the building with the large red sign over it reading, "Connaise Ton Couer", in big gold script.

As Hermione walked into the tiny pub her eyes widened. All over the walls where posters of Harry. He was smiling in some and in the one nearest to her, he was flying on his broomstick.

Cecil saw the look on Hermione's face. She motioned to an empty table. Hermione followed slowly behind Cecil, checking out all the posters.

"I saw you looking at the posters of Harry Potter, have you ever seen him", Cecil asked as she sat down.

"Seen him," Hermione asked faintly before laughing nervously,"I was one of his best friends".

"Oh, how wonderful that must have been. I am a bit of a fan myself. Would you care to tell me; is he down to earth or snotty", Cecil said quickly.

"He is very down to earth. You would never guess he is the one who defeated You-Know-Who", Hermione said quickly as she smiled brightyly, " He is the one that will save us".

"Really, dear", Cecil asked kindly patting Hermione's hand as Hermione shook her head up and down feverently.

"Yes, if anyone can defeat Lord Voldemort, Harry can", Hermione said ignoring the slight gasp she heard from the people at the next table.

"Aww I see you are not afraid of You-Know-Who. You are a very brave girl", Cecil said nodding slowly.

"Actaully I am terrified of him. But Harry always said fear of the name promotes fear of the thing itself. Brave, I am not, just book smart", Hermione said rather abrubtly.

"I see dear, I see", Cecil said smiling warmly.

"Margerite, please bring me the usaul and a butterbeer for my young companion", Cecil called to a short girl with wild brown hair.

"Alright Cecil", Margerite said as she scooped some already used tankards off a nearby table.

"I hope you like butterbeer, Hermione", Cecil said as Margerite heavily sat a huge tankard on the table in front of Hermione.

"I love the stuff. It can be quite addictive I have found", Hermioen said warmly before taking a big gulp.

She felt the warmth and happiness flood all the way to her toes. She downed the tankard in just a few minutes and watched intently as Cecil slowly finished her tea with rum in it.

Finally Cecil finished her cup and left a couple of Sickles on the table for Margerite. She helped Hermione carry her bags to the large fireplace that was stationed in the middle of the room.

"Remember to speak clearly, dear", Cecil said as she lightly nudged Hermione closer.

Hermione nodded and grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder. She threw it into the fire and as the flames rose higher and turned green she stepped into the fireplace yelling "Beaxbatons".

Hermione felt the rush as she was sucked through many fireplaces. She smacked her knee hard against her trunk and snapped her eyes shut as her eyes began to water.

Finally she fell forward. Right into the arms of a rather handsome young man who was standing beside the fireplace a huge smile plastered on his face.

He had blonde hair and big green eyes, and as Hermione's eyes searched his person she realized he must be one of her proffesors. But he seemed so young!

"Vell ello, you must be our new transfer student, I am Eteine DeGent, I will be your new Arithmancy professor", the cute blonde said slowly as he set her on her feet, still flashing her a huge smile.

"Excuse me, but you look to young to be a professor", Hermione said as she brushed off her clothing.

"To tell you the truth I have been a professor for only a year. I am only nineteen", Eiteine said smirking slightly and offering his hand to Cecil, who had just appeared.

"Eteine you better stop eyeing Miss Granger like that and go prepare tomorrow's lessons" Cecil said shooing Eteine away.

Eteine bowed gracefully for Hermione, kissed her hand and left.

"You have to watch out for that one. He is as charming as an eel and just about as slippery", Cecil said watching Hermione's expression closley.

"No it's alright Proffesor. I was only thinking on how much he looks like my friend Draco", Hermione said shrugging.

A/N: Alrighty then that was chapter 6! I am so happy I am writing the chapters quite fast. Please review!!!