Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter, well maybe in my dreams.
A/N: Hello, my wonderful readers (if your out there). It is once again time for me to update my masterpeice (or my "baby" as I would like to call it). Anyways, thank you for the reviews. I would like more, if that is possible. Okay, in this chapter; It is the end of the 6th year and by now Hermione has something for a certain blonde Slytherin. Draco, well he is certainly the god of Hogwarts. Once again let me say that people who guess the plot (Yes, there is one!), will get the new chapters at least a week or two before anyone else. On with the thing I am trying to call a story.
Chapter 8
Growing Affections
"Trying To Be, To Be So Strong, I Look Into Your Eyes, And Say Hello, So Hoplessly, I Wait For Your Reply, Suddenly You Grab Me Close, And Press Your Lips To Mine, You Read My Mind, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Loving You, I'm Hoping I'll Be, I'll Be Strong, I Look Into Your Eyes, To Say Goodbye, Alright Then, And As I Step Away, The Pains To Much, And I Turn My Face To See, Your Open Arms, And I Run To You, To You, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Loving You, Da-da-da-la-la-la, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Nothing Like Loving You, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Nothing Like Lovinng You."
*Amerie* ~ "Nothing Like Loving You"
Hermione sat at a desk. She was taking her O.W.L.'s as it was one of the last days of school. Hermione looked up truimphantly as she handed Cecil, or Proffesor as Hermione was supposed to call her, her many peices of parchment.
"Good job, Miss Granger", Cecil said she looked Hermione's essay over quickly.
Hermione smiled and started gathering her books. Suddenly a hand came down on her nearest book stopping her from picking it up. Hermione looked up slowly.
"So Hermione how do you think you did on the test", Angelina said in a falsely cheery voice.
"I don't know, I know I passed at least", Hermione said warrily.
"I heard you aren't coming back here for school next year and that your going back to Hogwarts", Angelina said interestedly.
"Well yes. I talked it over with my mum and she said that I could go back", Hermione said, all the while a small voice in her head was saying, " and you the reason", but she wouldn't give Angelina the satisfaction.
"Well, I can't wait till you leave," Angelina said suddenly, getting a gaint smile on her face, " Your stench has been contaiminating the halls for way to long".
Hermione didn't even know what to say to that. So she stood stock still, her mouth hanging open form Angekina's rude display.
"No I believe it is you, you are smelling. All your snooty crap has really made everything reek", Hermione said finally.
"Yeah, whatever", Angelina said knocking Hermione's books, that she had just gathered, all over the floor.
Hermione watched, seething with anger, as Angelina flounced away, her nose in the air. Hermione turned back to her fallen books. When Angelina has knocked them over a letter had come out of one of them.
No one knew it was Hermione's secret hiding place for her letters from Draco, except Amanda. It was actaully Amanda that had thought of it. Hermione was sure going to miss her.
Hermione smiled as she unfolded the letter. It was the last one she had recieved. It read:
Dear Mione,
Hello! Your coming back? I promise, Hermione, things will be different. For one thing, you've got me to bug, and then Potter will really go off the deep end when he sees you all spruced up, like in that picture you sent me. Haha, who knew that Hermione, the book-loving teachers pet would get attacked by the severing charm one night. I am only joking, you look better with shorter hair. So do I, if I do say so myself. You have to see my new "do" as I guess you would say. Pansy is crazy! She actaully bought a wedding dress last weekend, when we where in Hogsmeade. She thinks that, "anytime now", I am going to propose to her. My father is also crazy, but I always knew that. In just a month he wants me to take the trails, to become a Death Eater. I am either going to not do them, or fail them on purpose. I don't mean to unload on you, but I'm scared Mione, I really am. My father has litrally gone of his rocker. My mother is really upset, she even begged him to postpone the trails. But he never listens to her. My father has officially moved my mother's things into the dungoen and he won't let her out until I get home. Anways, how is life there? Angelina sent a letter. That stupid little priss. I sent her back a reply telling her that she is an ugly mudblood posing as a witch. I am sure I will get a Howler back for that one. But I have to go and study,
Love (hahahahahahahahahahaha), Draco
P.S. Amanda is crazy too. If she sends me one more letter telling me to get my arse over to your house for the summer, I will set my hair on fire. Seriously!
Hermione laughed as she read the post-script. Draco was funny she had to give him that. Hermione sighed loudly in the seemingly empty classroom. Draco was so good to her. He had even bought her some very expensive and rare books for her birthday. Among them was the original copy of Willaim Shakespeare's play, "Romoe And Juliet".
After hearing Hermione say that she loved William Shakespeare many times, Draco had went out and found that for her. She had been very plesantly suprised, as the package had come at dinner and Angelina had happened to be right there as the Adroit's table was just across from Esprite's table.
Angelina had livid that Hermione had gotten such an expensive thing from Draco. Angelina thought that Draco liked her, but he was always sending things to Hermione.
"Ready, Hermione", a voice said from behind Hermione, making her jump.
Amanda laughed loudly as Hermione whirled around to face her best friend. Hermione glared at Amanda and swept her quill into her bag.
"Yep, I got everything", Hermione said as her and Amanda walked out the door and down the hall.
Amanda swiped the letter from Hermione's hand and opened it. Hermione just stood there as Amanda read the whole letter out loud.
"I'm not crazy", Amanda protested as she read the last little bit. Hermione smirked and grabbed the letter away from Amanda and began stuffing it into her bag.
But a slim hand grabbed at it and tore the letter into many pieces, as it had been folded.
Hermione turned around and her eyes met Eteine's sparkling blue ones.
"Give it back", Hermione said angrily. Ever since her first year in Beauxbaton's she and Eteine's relationship had been rocky, to say the least.
Eteine simply ignored Hermione as he look at the many scraps of paper. Being none to bright, he peice the letter back together again so that the Love, Draco, was on it's own and the hahaha was at the end when Draco had said he would set his hair on fire.
Eteine's eyes flashed as he read the letter. He hadn't known Hermione had a boyfriend.
"What is this Hermy," Eteine asked angrily, as Hermione glared at him for using his hated nickname for her.
"It's a letter from my friend now give it back", Hermione said standing on her tippy-toes and reaching for the little peices of the letter, which were clutched in Eteines hand, that was raised above his head.
"I believe Hermy has a boyfriend", Eteine said coldly, smirking at Hermione as she blushed a deep crimson.
"He's not my boyfriend.....", Hermione began to say, when an evil plan formulated in her head.
"He's my fiancè," Hermione said slowly, her brian clicking as the plan fell into place.
Amanda's mouth dropped open and Hermione could see the hurt in her eyes that Hermione hadn't told her something this big. Eteine on the other hand was down right livid.
He shoved the peices of paper, that once had been Draco's letter, into Hermione's hand and stomped away. Hermione smirked at his back before turning back to a very upset Amanda.
"How could you not tell me, Moine", Amanda said as a few tears fell down her face to splash on her white collar.
"It was a lie, Amanda. Don't worry, I would've told you the second it happened, if it was true,"Hermione said reasurring her, all the while giving her a hug.
Amanda sniffed and smiled. Wiping her eyes and smudging her make-up everywhere.
"I can't believe I was so stupid," Amanda said smiling at Hermione, while Hermione tried not to laugh at her, as her mascara was streaked across her face, making her look like she had fallen into some dirt.
"Come on, let's go fix your make-up", Hermione siad grabbing Amanda's arm and leading her to the bathroom down the hall.
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Boring, boring, boring, Draco's mind rang as he sat in History of Magic, taking tests.
Binns sure was a bore. Draco yawned and mentally laughed as he watched the people around him yawn also. Yawns really where contagious.
Draco sat up a little straighter in his chair and rubbed his lower back. He had actaully fallen off his broom during last night's Quidditch practice when a new player, she was the only girl on the team and her name was Daylin Chavez, had rammed into him at full speed while she was chasing the bludger.
Daylin was an awsome player she just need to watch where she was going from now on. She had almost taken out the whole team and many of the other players wanted her off the Slytherin team.
But Draco was captain this year, and he knew that with a little training Daylin would be flying circles aorund the other teams. But he was having trouble getting her to listen, she was just as arrogant, stubborn and cocky as he was, and that is why she bugged him so much.
Draco flipped the page on his test and stared long and hard at the question before him; In your opinion who is the most evil wizard or witch of all time?
Draco wrote down, Lucius Malfoy, and smirked. Lord Voldemort was a real close second on his list, and no doubt everyone else would be putting him down, but to Draco, his father was the greater of two evils.
He actaully served the sniveling bastard. Draco shuddered. With the trails looming over his head, he wasn't to keen to piss anyone off. He needed all his strength if he was going to find a way out of it.
Draco begrudgingly erased Lucuis' name, knowing full well that his papers would be sent to his father, and wrote in instead; Harry Potter. He knew that remark would make his father happy, and it was what most people would think he would say.
Draco glanced over at Susan Bones, who was bitting her lip and tapping her pencil on the desk. Susan sure had grown alot over the years. She used to be a some what stumpy girl with a tangle of red hair that she had always had in pigtails.
But now as Draco looked at her, he realized that she must have had a make- over of some sort during the summer. She was taller, slimer, and she had grown her hair out and it lay in a wild mass of curls, down her back.
Susan felt Draco's eyes on her and turned to look him in the eye. Once Susan would have blushed and looked away quickly, but she had aquired a sense of confidence over the last year and she stared into Draco's eyes, until he finally broke the contact.
Susan smirked and went back to her work. Draco, who was already done, went back to scanning his classmates. This time Draco's gaze came to rest on a girl he had never quite noticed before.
She was rather short, only looking about 5'1", and she was quite petite. She had honey colored eyes and light brown hair that she had pinned up so that a few tendrils fell across her face.
But what Draco found so interesting in this girl, that he didn't even know the name of, was that she looked extraordinarily like Hermione. She even did that little pencil flick thing, that Hermione used to do, that had always annoyed Draco.
The girl turned suddenly to the boy sitting next to her and grabbed his hand. This brought Draco's attention to Justin Finch-Flechley. Justin, who had been re-looking over his papers, slapped her hand away and went back to his work.
The girl looked hurt and she got up, all her work in hand and gave it to Binns, who was sitting at his desk grading some papers. Then she rushed out of the room, but not before Draco saw the traces of tears running down her cheeks.
Draco shoved off from his desk and handed in his work. He grabbed his bag out from under the table and ran to catch up to the "mystery girl". She was to much like Hermione, for him to ignore her.
When he caught up to her, he realized he didn't know what to say. The girl turned around and glared at Draco who was standing there with his mouth open, ready to say something.
"If your going to insult me, just go away", the girl said forcefully, catching Draco totally off gaurd.
"No, I was just going to ask you what's wrong", Draco said shrugging and leaning against the wall.
"Are you sure," She said nastily," I've heard of you, Draco Malfoy, you're the one that made that Hermione girl leave to attend Beaxbatons", she said suddenly recongnizing the rumored "cold heartless bastard".
"Oh really, and who did you hear this from", Draco asked genuinely suprised.
"I heard it from Jenna Iliyia, she is a fourth year in Gryffindore", the girl said pulling her bag up higher on her arm.
"Well, it's all lies. I did nothing to Hermione. The Weasel did on the other hand." Draco said smirking as the girls honey colored eyes widened.
"But Ginny's brother seems so nice," the girl said wincing as her bag slid down her arm touching the bruise around her wrist.
"What is wrong with you", Draco asked noticing the pained expression upon the girls young face.
"It's nothing, anyways, Ron would never do a thing like that," she said turning slightly away from Draco so he wouldn't see her blush.
"You like him", Draco said, as he watched her shifted from foot to foot.
"I don't even know your name", Draco said suddenly staring at the girl who was shiftily looking at the floor.
"My name is Athena Venus Kea Ilythia Hartford", she said slowly drawing out her already long name.
"My, my what a long name you have", Draco said smirking at her.
"So Athena, what did The Weasel tell you", Draco asked.
"None of your business, Malfoy", Athena said in the exact same tone as Hermione used with him.
"Alright then. You know you look alot like Hermione Granger. Has anyone ever told you that?" Draco said as he and Athena walked down the hall together.
"Yes, it's what Ginny said to me the other day," Athena said looking straight ahead and not looking in Draco's direction.
"Yes, well I must be......." Draco started to say before a short girl with blonde hair barrelled into him, knocking him into Athena who gave out a loud cry of pain.
"Watch where your going," Draco called to the blonde girl, who recognized as one of his younger housemates.
"Why don't you", she spat back nastily and hurried off.
"Are you all right", Draco asked Athena, who was clutching her arm painfully and trying to fight off tears.
"Yes, I'm fine", Athena managed to say.
"You don't look fine at all. Whats the matter Athena, maybe I can help you," Draco said.
"Malfoy, stay out of my life. You don't understand at all," she said angrily pushing him away.
"Wait a minute, how do you know I wouldn't understand. Do you even know who my father is?" Draco asked getting mad.
"Yes, how could I not. You are the pampered son of the rich snob, Lucuis Malfoy," Athena said bitterly.
"Oh so thats what you think right? Well that's untrue. I might be Lucuis' son, but for all he cares I could be a prisoner," Draco said grabbing onto Athena's wrist, because she was trying to run away.
Athena let out a low moan of pain and stopped. Draco looked down at the arm he was holding and gasp in horror. Ringed all around Athena's wrist there where scars, and resting heavily on those scars was one of the worst bruises Draco had ever seen, and he had seen some pretty nasty wounds.
"Who did this to you", Draco hissed.
A/N: Sorry that it's sort of a cliffhanger. But I must keep you all in suspense. SO REVIEW! I am hoping that you all are liking it so far, but I don't know cuz I don't have that many reviews. Also, if you noticed I put the house names (that I, of course, made-up) for Beaxbatons. Hopefully if I am right Esprite means bravery in French, and Adriot means cunning also in French. If I am wrong I am sorry. Anyways, in the next chapter; Draco finds out all about Athena. Hermione gets a letter from Draco about Athena. And we hear alot more about Hermione's life.
A/N: Hello, my wonderful readers (if your out there). It is once again time for me to update my masterpeice (or my "baby" as I would like to call it). Anyways, thank you for the reviews. I would like more, if that is possible. Okay, in this chapter; It is the end of the 6th year and by now Hermione has something for a certain blonde Slytherin. Draco, well he is certainly the god of Hogwarts. Once again let me say that people who guess the plot (Yes, there is one!), will get the new chapters at least a week or two before anyone else. On with the thing I am trying to call a story.
Chapter 8
Growing Affections
"Trying To Be, To Be So Strong, I Look Into Your Eyes, And Say Hello, So Hoplessly, I Wait For Your Reply, Suddenly You Grab Me Close, And Press Your Lips To Mine, You Read My Mind, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Loving You, I'm Hoping I'll Be, I'll Be Strong, I Look Into Your Eyes, To Say Goodbye, Alright Then, And As I Step Away, The Pains To Much, And I Turn My Face To See, Your Open Arms, And I Run To You, To You, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Loving You, Da-da-da-la-la-la, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Nothing Like Loving You, Every Memory, Every Embrace, Everytime My Lips Touch Your Face, There's Nothing Like Loving You, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Every Single Touch, Their Always On My Mind, Got My Heart, And I Don't Know Why, There's Nothing Like Loving You, Nothing Like Lovinng You."
*Amerie* ~ "Nothing Like Loving You"
Hermione sat at a desk. She was taking her O.W.L.'s as it was one of the last days of school. Hermione looked up truimphantly as she handed Cecil, or Proffesor as Hermione was supposed to call her, her many peices of parchment.
"Good job, Miss Granger", Cecil said she looked Hermione's essay over quickly.
Hermione smiled and started gathering her books. Suddenly a hand came down on her nearest book stopping her from picking it up. Hermione looked up slowly.
"So Hermione how do you think you did on the test", Angelina said in a falsely cheery voice.
"I don't know, I know I passed at least", Hermione said warrily.
"I heard you aren't coming back here for school next year and that your going back to Hogwarts", Angelina said interestedly.
"Well yes. I talked it over with my mum and she said that I could go back", Hermione said, all the while a small voice in her head was saying, " and you the reason", but she wouldn't give Angelina the satisfaction.
"Well, I can't wait till you leave," Angelina said suddenly, getting a gaint smile on her face, " Your stench has been contaiminating the halls for way to long".
Hermione didn't even know what to say to that. So she stood stock still, her mouth hanging open form Angekina's rude display.
"No I believe it is you, you are smelling. All your snooty crap has really made everything reek", Hermione said finally.
"Yeah, whatever", Angelina said knocking Hermione's books, that she had just gathered, all over the floor.
Hermione watched, seething with anger, as Angelina flounced away, her nose in the air. Hermione turned back to her fallen books. When Angelina has knocked them over a letter had come out of one of them.
No one knew it was Hermione's secret hiding place for her letters from Draco, except Amanda. It was actaully Amanda that had thought of it. Hermione was sure going to miss her.
Hermione smiled as she unfolded the letter. It was the last one she had recieved. It read:
Dear Mione,
Hello! Your coming back? I promise, Hermione, things will be different. For one thing, you've got me to bug, and then Potter will really go off the deep end when he sees you all spruced up, like in that picture you sent me. Haha, who knew that Hermione, the book-loving teachers pet would get attacked by the severing charm one night. I am only joking, you look better with shorter hair. So do I, if I do say so myself. You have to see my new "do" as I guess you would say. Pansy is crazy! She actaully bought a wedding dress last weekend, when we where in Hogsmeade. She thinks that, "anytime now", I am going to propose to her. My father is also crazy, but I always knew that. In just a month he wants me to take the trails, to become a Death Eater. I am either going to not do them, or fail them on purpose. I don't mean to unload on you, but I'm scared Mione, I really am. My father has litrally gone of his rocker. My mother is really upset, she even begged him to postpone the trails. But he never listens to her. My father has officially moved my mother's things into the dungoen and he won't let her out until I get home. Anways, how is life there? Angelina sent a letter. That stupid little priss. I sent her back a reply telling her that she is an ugly mudblood posing as a witch. I am sure I will get a Howler back for that one. But I have to go and study,
Love (hahahahahahahahahahaha), Draco
P.S. Amanda is crazy too. If she sends me one more letter telling me to get my arse over to your house for the summer, I will set my hair on fire. Seriously!
Hermione laughed as she read the post-script. Draco was funny she had to give him that. Hermione sighed loudly in the seemingly empty classroom. Draco was so good to her. He had even bought her some very expensive and rare books for her birthday. Among them was the original copy of Willaim Shakespeare's play, "Romoe And Juliet".
After hearing Hermione say that she loved William Shakespeare many times, Draco had went out and found that for her. She had been very plesantly suprised, as the package had come at dinner and Angelina had happened to be right there as the Adroit's table was just across from Esprite's table.
Angelina had livid that Hermione had gotten such an expensive thing from Draco. Angelina thought that Draco liked her, but he was always sending things to Hermione.
"Ready, Hermione", a voice said from behind Hermione, making her jump.
Amanda laughed loudly as Hermione whirled around to face her best friend. Hermione glared at Amanda and swept her quill into her bag.
"Yep, I got everything", Hermione said as her and Amanda walked out the door and down the hall.
Amanda swiped the letter from Hermione's hand and opened it. Hermione just stood there as Amanda read the whole letter out loud.
"I'm not crazy", Amanda protested as she read the last little bit. Hermione smirked and grabbed the letter away from Amanda and began stuffing it into her bag.
But a slim hand grabbed at it and tore the letter into many pieces, as it had been folded.
Hermione turned around and her eyes met Eteine's sparkling blue ones.
"Give it back", Hermione said angrily. Ever since her first year in Beauxbaton's she and Eteine's relationship had been rocky, to say the least.
Eteine simply ignored Hermione as he look at the many scraps of paper. Being none to bright, he peice the letter back together again so that the Love, Draco, was on it's own and the hahaha was at the end when Draco had said he would set his hair on fire.
Eteine's eyes flashed as he read the letter. He hadn't known Hermione had a boyfriend.
"What is this Hermy," Eteine asked angrily, as Hermione glared at him for using his hated nickname for her.
"It's a letter from my friend now give it back", Hermione said standing on her tippy-toes and reaching for the little peices of the letter, which were clutched in Eteines hand, that was raised above his head.
"I believe Hermy has a boyfriend", Eteine said coldly, smirking at Hermione as she blushed a deep crimson.
"He's not my boyfriend.....", Hermione began to say, when an evil plan formulated in her head.
"He's my fiancè," Hermione said slowly, her brian clicking as the plan fell into place.
Amanda's mouth dropped open and Hermione could see the hurt in her eyes that Hermione hadn't told her something this big. Eteine on the other hand was down right livid.
He shoved the peices of paper, that once had been Draco's letter, into Hermione's hand and stomped away. Hermione smirked at his back before turning back to a very upset Amanda.
"How could you not tell me, Moine", Amanda said as a few tears fell down her face to splash on her white collar.
"It was a lie, Amanda. Don't worry, I would've told you the second it happened, if it was true,"Hermione said reasurring her, all the while giving her a hug.
Amanda sniffed and smiled. Wiping her eyes and smudging her make-up everywhere.
"I can't believe I was so stupid," Amanda said smiling at Hermione, while Hermione tried not to laugh at her, as her mascara was streaked across her face, making her look like she had fallen into some dirt.
"Come on, let's go fix your make-up", Hermione siad grabbing Amanda's arm and leading her to the bathroom down the hall.
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Boring, boring, boring, Draco's mind rang as he sat in History of Magic, taking tests.
Binns sure was a bore. Draco yawned and mentally laughed as he watched the people around him yawn also. Yawns really where contagious.
Draco sat up a little straighter in his chair and rubbed his lower back. He had actaully fallen off his broom during last night's Quidditch practice when a new player, she was the only girl on the team and her name was Daylin Chavez, had rammed into him at full speed while she was chasing the bludger.
Daylin was an awsome player she just need to watch where she was going from now on. She had almost taken out the whole team and many of the other players wanted her off the Slytherin team.
But Draco was captain this year, and he knew that with a little training Daylin would be flying circles aorund the other teams. But he was having trouble getting her to listen, she was just as arrogant, stubborn and cocky as he was, and that is why she bugged him so much.
Draco flipped the page on his test and stared long and hard at the question before him; In your opinion who is the most evil wizard or witch of all time?
Draco wrote down, Lucius Malfoy, and smirked. Lord Voldemort was a real close second on his list, and no doubt everyone else would be putting him down, but to Draco, his father was the greater of two evils.
He actaully served the sniveling bastard. Draco shuddered. With the trails looming over his head, he wasn't to keen to piss anyone off. He needed all his strength if he was going to find a way out of it.
Draco begrudgingly erased Lucuis' name, knowing full well that his papers would be sent to his father, and wrote in instead; Harry Potter. He knew that remark would make his father happy, and it was what most people would think he would say.
Draco glanced over at Susan Bones, who was bitting her lip and tapping her pencil on the desk. Susan sure had grown alot over the years. She used to be a some what stumpy girl with a tangle of red hair that she had always had in pigtails.
But now as Draco looked at her, he realized that she must have had a make- over of some sort during the summer. She was taller, slimer, and she had grown her hair out and it lay in a wild mass of curls, down her back.
Susan felt Draco's eyes on her and turned to look him in the eye. Once Susan would have blushed and looked away quickly, but she had aquired a sense of confidence over the last year and she stared into Draco's eyes, until he finally broke the contact.
Susan smirked and went back to her work. Draco, who was already done, went back to scanning his classmates. This time Draco's gaze came to rest on a girl he had never quite noticed before.
She was rather short, only looking about 5'1", and she was quite petite. She had honey colored eyes and light brown hair that she had pinned up so that a few tendrils fell across her face.
But what Draco found so interesting in this girl, that he didn't even know the name of, was that she looked extraordinarily like Hermione. She even did that little pencil flick thing, that Hermione used to do, that had always annoyed Draco.
The girl turned suddenly to the boy sitting next to her and grabbed his hand. This brought Draco's attention to Justin Finch-Flechley. Justin, who had been re-looking over his papers, slapped her hand away and went back to his work.
The girl looked hurt and she got up, all her work in hand and gave it to Binns, who was sitting at his desk grading some papers. Then she rushed out of the room, but not before Draco saw the traces of tears running down her cheeks.
Draco shoved off from his desk and handed in his work. He grabbed his bag out from under the table and ran to catch up to the "mystery girl". She was to much like Hermione, for him to ignore her.
When he caught up to her, he realized he didn't know what to say. The girl turned around and glared at Draco who was standing there with his mouth open, ready to say something.
"If your going to insult me, just go away", the girl said forcefully, catching Draco totally off gaurd.
"No, I was just going to ask you what's wrong", Draco said shrugging and leaning against the wall.
"Are you sure," She said nastily," I've heard of you, Draco Malfoy, you're the one that made that Hermione girl leave to attend Beaxbatons", she said suddenly recongnizing the rumored "cold heartless bastard".
"Oh really, and who did you hear this from", Draco asked genuinely suprised.
"I heard it from Jenna Iliyia, she is a fourth year in Gryffindore", the girl said pulling her bag up higher on her arm.
"Well, it's all lies. I did nothing to Hermione. The Weasel did on the other hand." Draco said smirking as the girls honey colored eyes widened.
"But Ginny's brother seems so nice," the girl said wincing as her bag slid down her arm touching the bruise around her wrist.
"What is wrong with you", Draco asked noticing the pained expression upon the girls young face.
"It's nothing, anyways, Ron would never do a thing like that," she said turning slightly away from Draco so he wouldn't see her blush.
"You like him", Draco said, as he watched her shifted from foot to foot.
"I don't even know your name", Draco said suddenly staring at the girl who was shiftily looking at the floor.
"My name is Athena Venus Kea Ilythia Hartford", she said slowly drawing out her already long name.
"My, my what a long name you have", Draco said smirking at her.
"So Athena, what did The Weasel tell you", Draco asked.
"None of your business, Malfoy", Athena said in the exact same tone as Hermione used with him.
"Alright then. You know you look alot like Hermione Granger. Has anyone ever told you that?" Draco said as he and Athena walked down the hall together.
"Yes, it's what Ginny said to me the other day," Athena said looking straight ahead and not looking in Draco's direction.
"Yes, well I must be......." Draco started to say before a short girl with blonde hair barrelled into him, knocking him into Athena who gave out a loud cry of pain.
"Watch where your going," Draco called to the blonde girl, who recognized as one of his younger housemates.
"Why don't you", she spat back nastily and hurried off.
"Are you all right", Draco asked Athena, who was clutching her arm painfully and trying to fight off tears.
"Yes, I'm fine", Athena managed to say.
"You don't look fine at all. Whats the matter Athena, maybe I can help you," Draco said.
"Malfoy, stay out of my life. You don't understand at all," she said angrily pushing him away.
"Wait a minute, how do you know I wouldn't understand. Do you even know who my father is?" Draco asked getting mad.
"Yes, how could I not. You are the pampered son of the rich snob, Lucuis Malfoy," Athena said bitterly.
"Oh so thats what you think right? Well that's untrue. I might be Lucuis' son, but for all he cares I could be a prisoner," Draco said grabbing onto Athena's wrist, because she was trying to run away.
Athena let out a low moan of pain and stopped. Draco looked down at the arm he was holding and gasp in horror. Ringed all around Athena's wrist there where scars, and resting heavily on those scars was one of the worst bruises Draco had ever seen, and he had seen some pretty nasty wounds.
"Who did this to you", Draco hissed.
A/N: Sorry that it's sort of a cliffhanger. But I must keep you all in suspense. SO REVIEW! I am hoping that you all are liking it so far, but I don't know cuz I don't have that many reviews. Also, if you noticed I put the house names (that I, of course, made-up) for Beaxbatons. Hopefully if I am right Esprite means bravery in French, and Adriot means cunning also in French. If I am wrong I am sorry. Anyways, in the next chapter; Draco finds out all about Athena. Hermione gets a letter from Draco about Athena. And we hear alot more about Hermione's life.
