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now you gots me all confused!
A/N: Hello out there. Thank you so much to all my reviewers!!!! I thought to answer a question that some people have asked. Yes, I know that it would be better if Draco just told Hermione everything about his father and Voldemort, but that's not how the story is gonna go. I've thought about it and it's essential to this story that Hermione gets her heart broken. I am sorry. I hope you have been reading and liking this story. Soon it will be over. Hopefully you have cried and laughed along the way. Hehe, there are only four more chapters to go, but they will be long and really good. This chapter is a sort of beginning of the end type thing. Sort of. Anyways, none of you know; this is how Hermione will take a new path and become what she didn't want to become the most. But hey can't tell you too much. Here we go!
Chapter 16
But Your The One I Breath For
"If Your Not The One, Then Why Does, My Soul Feel Glad, Today, If Your Not The One, Then Why Does My Hand, Fit Yours, This Way, If You Are Not Mine, Then Why Does, Your Heart Return My Call, If You Are Not Mine, Would I Have The Strength, To Stand At All, Never Know What The Future Brings, But I Know, Your Here With Me Now, We'll Make It Through, And I Hope You Are, The One I Share, My Life With, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Not Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms, If I Didn't Need You, Then Why Am I Crying, On My Bed, If I Don't Need You, Then Why Does Your Name, Resound, Through My Head, If Your Not For Me, Then Why Does This Distance, Maim My Life, If Your Not For Me, Then Why Do I Dream, Of You As My Wife, I Don't Know Why, You So Far Away, But I Know, That This Much Is True, We'll Make It Through, And I Hope You Are The One, I Share My Life With, And I Wish That You Could Be, The One I Die With, And I Pray, Your The One, I Build My Home With, I Hope I Love You All My Life, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Not Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms, Cuz I Miss You, Body And Soul, So Strong, That It Takes My Breathe Away, And I Breath You, Into My Heart, And Pray For The Strength, To Stand Today, Cuz I Love You, Whether It's Wrong Or Right, I Know I Can't Be With You, Tonight, You Know My Heart, Is By Your Side, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms,"
~ Daniel Bedingfield - " If Your Not The One"
It had been a month and Draco still hadn't done anything about his problem. Soon, in just two weeks, they would be graduating and leaving Hogwarts for the last time.
Hermione was sitting by the fire in their common room, studying all about cleaning spells, so that she could do them without her wand. Draco came in looking downcast and gloomy.
Hermione looked up and for the first time, noticed something was wrong. Draco sat next to Hermione and took her hands in his.
"Hermione, I really care for you, but I just don't think we can be together like this anymore," Draco said quite suddenly and it took a few minutes for it to register with Hermione, as to what he was babbling about.
"What," she asked in a meek voice, her heart breaking all the while.
"I am sorry Hermione," Draco said somberly.
"No, but I love you Draco. What is wrong, I was sure you loved me too," Hermione cried, her face becoming a river of tears.
"I know, but I don't love you," Draco said and he flinched as Hermione let out a wounded sound and collapsed onto the couch, her whole body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs.
"I don't understand. You didn't have problem yesterday," Hermione suddenly said, sitting up and whipping her tears on her sleeve.
"Hermione, it's complicated. I'm in love with someone else," Draco said hoping that Hermione wouldn't become suicidal over his next few words.
"What! Draco who, who so I can kill her, your mine," Hermione said and she did look quite murderous right then.
"No, Hermione. If you love me you'll let me go," Draco said and he stood up.
"I do love you, but it's to hard to let go," Hermione sadly. Strangely the tears had stopped and she was looking quite depressed.
"You'll live again," Draco said and he left Hermione to feel like she had been hit in the stomach many times over.
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Graduation was today. Hermione looked wonderful in her school robes and a black cap with a red and gold tassel. As Head Girl she had to give a small speech and Draco would also give a small speech.
The butterflies where bumping around in her stomach and even though her and Draco had broken up, she felt strong. She had Harry for support. She was going to work for the Ministry of Magic for a time.
She wanted to be an Auror. She had been training, it seemed, all her life for it, and now it was finally about to come to pass. She was so nervous for the graduation ceremony though. Her parents would be there, along with her little sister, who was finally not hooked up to at least a dozen machines and all her friends were there standing around her.
Big grins adorned all of their faces. Hermione was the only one not smiling in the whole room. Even Draco, who she had been selfconciously watching out of the corner of her eye, was laughing and talking with Blaise Zambini.
Hermione couldn't help it, but she felt very jealous. Blaise and Draco weren't dating , 'yet' she added to herself, but they were extremely close.
Blaise swept her long black hair away from her face and gave Draco a big hug before going and talking to Dean Thomas. Draco had been trying his hardest to not turn around and meet Hermione's brown eyes, but with Blaise gone who couldn't help himself.
Hermione stared into his silvery-blue eyes and she felt swept away, just like all the previous times. Draco was the one to break contact and he turned away swiftly a pained expression creeping across his face before he put his mask of indifference back on.
Hermione took a deep breath and hearing Dumbledore announce her name, she quickly walked out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. She was blinded by the lights for a second and a little disoriented by the flashing camera's, but somehow she made it to the rased platform where she was to say her peace.
"This year has been the greatest of my life, and I hope that all of my fellow classmates feel the same way. My speech is short, but I hope it weighs heavily on your minds when I am done. I would like to tell a story of a boy who unwittingly made me want to be an Auror. You all may know him as The Boy Who Lived, but I have always know him simply as Harry.
My story takes place during our fifth year here at Hogwarts. Me and Ron Weasley had, had a spat over some trivialy matter and Harry was trying to mediate between us. He told me that you can't fight evil with evil or everything is all wrong. I believed in those words then and now. Forever my friends will be my inspiration. Thank you,"
Hermione finished to tumultous applaus. She went and sat in an empty chair beside Dumbledore at the Head Table. She looked around and seeing her parents, waved cheerfully to them.
"Now we will have our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy say a short speech," Dumbledore said and Draco strutted out from the curtain.
"I am sure you all think that after the Head Girl's speech, mine would suck, but hopefully that is not so. Everyone that I have grown up with these past few years, or should I say pretended to grow up with? Anyways, those are the people who really molded my future. Some parents think that just because they said something, means that we will listen. Well I have to say that friends really make you who you are. So always pick your friends wisely.
I didn't believe that I could ever be more, or less than a Slytherin pureblood who was second best in all his classes. But a friend of mine, made me see that you can be who ever you want to be, nothing is impossible and no star is out of reach, and with that I am going to sit down now and let Dumbledore talk,"
Draco said and he too sat on the other side of Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood up and holding his arms out, as he so often did, told the audience who would be presenting which person with what diploma.
Finally all the teacher's stood up as one and Dumbledore proceeded to call the students names one at a time. The person who was called would walk onto the stage, looking scared, but over all very happy.
Hermione and Draco were the last to get their diploma's and the whole room cheered loudly, as a smiling Minerva McGongall handed Hermione her scroll. Hermione, who was beaming waved to everyone and left the stage to walk among the crowd and congradulate everyone and be congradulated.
Hermione walked over to her mother who was holding a little sleeping Keyelle in her arms. Her mother had the biggest proud smile on her face and Hermione smiled back at her.
"Congradulations, sweetie," Bridget said and gave Hermione a one-handed hug.
"Thanks, mum," Hermione said and handed her diploma to her mother.
"We'll have to frame this," Bridget said and tucked the scroll away in her bag.
"Yeah," Hermione said as Harry jumped over a fold up chair and enfolded her in a warm embrace.
"Great job, Moine," he whispered in her ear and giving her a squeeze let her go and walked off to join Athena who was standing with her stiff and kind of scary parents.
"You can go and join your friends, you father and I are going to go home," Bridget said as Hermione's father hugged her and they left.
Hermione waved bye to them and then turned around. Harry was having a party at his godfather's house and she was invited. So was Draco. She wasn't to happy about having to see him everywhere she went, but she had to get over it.
Hermione made her way over to Athena and Harry and they all left the Great Hall laughing and chatting about many things.
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'I'm all alone', Hermione thought to herself she walked aimlessly around the crowded living room in Siruis' flat. Blaise Zambini suddenly popped up from nowhere.
"Hello, I am Blaise Zambini," she said smiling and she held out her hand for Hermione to shake.
"I knew that, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said shaking Blaise's hand vigoriously.
"I knew that," Blaise said and she smiled again, making Hermione feel stupid and unbeautiful in the process.
"Who doesn't know you, you were our Head Girl," Blaise said and she grabbed Hermione's arm and walked her towards the punch table.
"Do you want a drink, Hermione," Blaise asked and Hermione nodded her head no.
"Aright, but I want one, I'm thirsty," Blaise said and she picked up a cup brimming with red liquid.
"Blaise, why are you being so nice to me," Hermione asked, it was a thought that had been nagging her ever since Blaise came up to her.
"Well, for one we are out of school, there is no more rivalry between us, second I am lonely and needed someone to talk to. A few of the Slytherin's here don't like me. They say I have dirty blood because my grandfather was a muggle," Blaise said she turned a becoming pink as she admitted to having a muggle in her family.
"I know all about being told you have dirty blood," Hermione said quietly.
"Yes, I know," Blaise said and she grabbed Hermione's arm again and led her into the next room where a bunch of kid's were dancing.
"I always wanted to befriend you, to tell the truth. I was just always so busy and for someone reason believed that there was time," Blaise said truthfully and Hermione nodded her head.
"Is there no one boys that you like here," Blaise asked as Hermione wistfully watched a couple dancing nearby.
"No, I don't like anyone," Hermione lied and Blaise narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Are you sure," Blaise asked.
"Yes, there is no one for me now," Hermione said.
"Oh, now that Harry is taken," Blaise asked in a soft voice, misreading Hermione a bit.
"Oh no, me and Harry never were like that," Hermione said laughingly. The thought of her and Harry together struck her as funny somehow.
"Oh I am sorry," Blaise said.
Suddenly Blaise looked across the room and spied Draco nonchalantly trying to act like he wasn't waiting for her.
"I am sorry again. I must go," Blaise said quickly and smiling one last time at Hermione making her way through the sweaty bodies to where Draco awaited.
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"So what did she say," Draco asked anxiously as soon as him and Blaise were alone. They had locked themselves into the bathroom and were now seated on the ledge of the bathtub.
"She says she doesn't like anyone, but clearly she was lying," Blaise said and patted Draco's arm.
"I know she still loves you Draco," Blaise said meaningfully and she smiled again.
"Part of me was hoping she would get over me, but the other half hopes she never does," Draco said sweetly.
"Draco, you know what I said before, about getting a secret keeper or leaving the country in a disgiuse. You could still do it. There are ways out," Blaise said warily waiting for Draco to shout no in her face.
"I know Blaise, I just am scared. I don't want to leave, but it may be my only hope," Draco said wistfully and he hung his head slightly.
"I don't know, Draco, I just don't know," Blaise said and they sat in silence for what seemed like forever.
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When Draco and Blaise emerged from the bathroom, there was a nice soft song playing and Blaise smiling slightly, watched as Draco stared at Hermione, who was sitting on a couch looking depressed.
"Just go over there. What would one dance together hurt?" Blaise said to Draco and gently put her hand on his back and pushed him in Hermione's direction.
Draco who was a bit in a daze walked slowly over to Hermione. Hermione didn't even look up from the floor as he approached her and he felt a little discouraged.
He turned around to escape back into the bathroom, but Blaise was standing in his way, an encouraging smile on her face, she waved him on.
Draco turned back around and walked straight to Hermione. He picked her up off the couch and before she could even register who it was set her down on the dance floor.
"Will you dance with me," Draco asked softly, fully expecting to be rebuffed.
"Sure," Hermione said hesitantly and she felt the same old heat course through her veins as Draco pulled her close and they moved elegantly across the room.
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Later that night Hermione and Draco were laying on Siruis' porch swing, entangled and both happy for once.
They both didn't want to speak, for fear of ruining this perfect moment. So they lay in silence, both of them listening to other one's breathing. Draco grabbed one of Hermione's hands and traced his own face with it.
Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him. They lay there under the stars kissing for an hour at least and thankfully it was Blaise that found them liplocked.
"Hello, love birds," Blaise said sleepily as she leaned on the rail.
"Go away Blaise," Draco said testily, mad at the intrusion.
"Draco don't be rude," Hermione said smiling up at Blaise and for once not feeling the jealous pang she always got when looking at the pretty Slytherin girl.
"Thanks, Hermione," Blaise siad and she sat heavily on the railing balancing neatly and swinging her legs back and forth.
"I'm tired," Blaise said and yawned a low yawn which, Hermione caught and passed onto Draco.
"I hate you all," Draco said putting his had over his mouth as he yawned again.
Blaise laughed shortly and closed her eyes and Hermione giggled and sat up.
"Blaise, what are you doing, now that you've graduated," Hermione asked and Blaises eyes popped open.
She glared at Draco who was snickering behind his hand and turned to face Hermione.
"I am going to be a model," Blaise said simply and threw Draco another glare.
"Third in our year and she is going to be a model," Draco said and laughed out loud, to the annoyance of Blaise.
"Well, it's better than being a servant, right Draco," Blasie snapped and Draco's face went white and he stopped laughing.
"That's what I thought," Blaise said testily and she jumped down from her "seat".
"You really do know how to ruin my fun," Draco said grumpily and Hermione laughed.
"That's because I practice," Blaise said rollingly and she winked at Hermione and went inside.
"You know that after this night, everything will go back to how it was before right," Draco said suddenly and he brought Hermione back to earth with a screaming halt.
"But why, I mean we both like each other," Hermione said and started to feel the old heart-breaking feeling coming back.
"Hermione, this night was a mistake for me, I let myself give into temptation and now I am going to pay for it," Draco said unfeelingly.
"But Draco," Hermione said and her face crumpled.
"I am going to marry Pansy, Hermione. Next year," Draco said and Hermione's eyes widened with shock.
"But you don't love her," she cried and a tear fell down her cheek.
"I am a Malfoy and with that birthright comes specific obligations. You understand don't you," Draco said rather coldly and he ubruptly got up and left Hermione to sob to herself until she lulled herself to sleep.
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"Moine, Moine. Wake up Moine," Harry said softly as he shook Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes. She looked a complete mess. Her hair was everywhere and not in an attractive way, her mascara was smudged all over her face and her eyes were puffy.
"I want to die," Hermione said bitterly and Harry was caught off guard by the bitting tone in her voice.
"What happened, Moine," Harry asked quietly and Hermione glared at him.
"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione said coldly and she sat up and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Alright," Harry said understandingly.
"Maybe if I could find a knife, I could slit my wrists," Hermione said in a deadened voice and Harry got a horrified look on his face.
"No, too messy. Maybe I could somehow drown myself," Hermione said thoughtfully her eyes glinting melivelantly.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you," Harry said grabbing her by the shoulders and giving her a good hard shake.
"Nothings the matter with me, Harry. I just have no reason to live. Do you think that is a problem," Hermione asked sinically and Harry winced as she stood up and breezed past him.
Hermione walked into the house and went into the living room. She strode over to the fireplace and grabbing some Floo Powder, threw it in to the fire, stepped in and shouted, "The Granger's".
She walked out of the fireplace and without a word to anyone went up to her room and slammed the door. Inside her room she was rummaging through her things. She threw a black shirt into her trunk and snapped the lid shut.
She was leaving. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she wanted to get away from everything that reminded her of her life before.
Hermione, thinking this time, grabbed ahold of her trunk and with an evil smile on her face apperated to a very dark and sinister place.
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"Miss Granger, so glad that you want to join us," said a voice as cold as the wind, from behind a high backed chair.
"I am glad I could be of service, My Lord," Hermione said in a confident voice.
"You are a powerful witch Hermione Granger and the way you strutted into here, shows me that you know it too," the voice said again, but not before letting out a hacking cough.
"Yes, My Lord," Hermione said smirking.
"You and I shall rule, and we will once and for all purge the world of muggles and muggle-borns," laughed the voice and Hermione glared for a second.
"All except for me, of course," Hermione said snootily and the chair slowly spun around.
Lord Voldemort was different then Hermione had expected, but then again he had gotten his body back. He was tall and had dark hair and dark and cunning eyes to match.
He looked like he could be Harry's father, if it weren't for the fact that he had the evilest look on his face at the moment. He was wearing expensive robes and looked like a wizarding bussiness man.
Hermione smiled at him and held out her hand.
"You my little queen are immune. You will surely make up for what that stupid pureblood Malfoy could not or would not. You my dear are perfect for this and now you will be my right hand woman," Voldemort said and taking Hermione's hand led her to a door that she hadn't seen.
He threw open the door and Hermione was met with the sight of a sea of black masked figures. All taller then her and all menacing. Almost. Hermione looked around and let her superior smirk show through.
"Listen Death Eaters, this young woman is above you in station. You will not look at her, nor speak to her unless she does so first. Understood," Voldemort said coldly and all the figures nodded except one.
He bowed down and getting on his knees, crawled towards Lord Voldemort. He knelt and kissed the masters feet and then leaned back to look into the Dark Lord's face.
"My Lord, she is a muggleborn. We kill muggleborns. My son will attest to that," came the cold deep voice of Lucius Malfoy.
"Your bastard son couldn't even deliver me Hermione when she was right there," Voldemort yelled and Lucuis fell silent.
Hermione looked straight at Voldemort when he said that.
"He what," she asked in a high pitched voice.
"I am so sorry my dear." Voldemort said using a soft and caring tone with her,"We need you, so I asssigned young Mister Malfoy to befriend you, make you think he cared and then throw you out on the curb."
Hermione's eyes reflected the light from the millions of candles floating above his head.
"It's alright My Lord, he shall pay in the end," Hermione said bittingly and Voldemort laughed nodded.
"That's the spirit young one. Now we have many plans to put in motion," Voldemort said and the group pressed in closely.
"Hermione dear, you shall have the honors to pick a family to eliminate," Voldemort said.
"I choose the Malfoys." Hermione said and everyone gasped," But I want to do it alone."
"But they are not muggle-born or even muggles," someone said in great suprise.
"But they are worthless, we could kill them take their mansion use it as our Head Quarters and we could take all their wealth too," Hermione said.
"Very good young one," Voldemort said and he turned to Lucuis who was cowering on the floor and pulled out his wand.
"Bye, Lucius," Voldemort said and with that he yelled, "Avada Kedavra ".
Lucuis crumpled at Hermione's feet and Hermione looked up at Voldemort with a strange glee in her eyes. This was going to be fun!
A/N: Muahaha that was my favoritest chapter. Hermione going evil, I just love it. Anyways, next chapter will be up soon. REVIEW!
A/N: Hello out there. Thank you so much to all my reviewers!!!! I thought to answer a question that some people have asked. Yes, I know that it would be better if Draco just told Hermione everything about his father and Voldemort, but that's not how the story is gonna go. I've thought about it and it's essential to this story that Hermione gets her heart broken. I am sorry. I hope you have been reading and liking this story. Soon it will be over. Hopefully you have cried and laughed along the way. Hehe, there are only four more chapters to go, but they will be long and really good. This chapter is a sort of beginning of the end type thing. Sort of. Anyways, none of you know; this is how Hermione will take a new path and become what she didn't want to become the most. But hey can't tell you too much. Here we go!
Chapter 16
But Your The One I Breath For
"If Your Not The One, Then Why Does, My Soul Feel Glad, Today, If Your Not The One, Then Why Does My Hand, Fit Yours, This Way, If You Are Not Mine, Then Why Does, Your Heart Return My Call, If You Are Not Mine, Would I Have The Strength, To Stand At All, Never Know What The Future Brings, But I Know, Your Here With Me Now, We'll Make It Through, And I Hope You Are, The One I Share, My Life With, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Not Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms, If I Didn't Need You, Then Why Am I Crying, On My Bed, If I Don't Need You, Then Why Does Your Name, Resound, Through My Head, If Your Not For Me, Then Why Does This Distance, Maim My Life, If Your Not For Me, Then Why Do I Dream, Of You As My Wife, I Don't Know Why, You So Far Away, But I Know, That This Much Is True, We'll Make It Through, And I Hope You Are The One, I Share My Life With, And I Wish That You Could Be, The One I Die With, And I Pray, Your The One, I Build My Home With, I Hope I Love You All My Life, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Not Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms, Cuz I Miss You, Body And Soul, So Strong, That It Takes My Breathe Away, And I Breath You, Into My Heart, And Pray For The Strength, To Stand Today, Cuz I Love You, Whether It's Wrong Or Right, I Know I Can't Be With You, Tonight, You Know My Heart, Is By Your Side, I Don't Want To Run Away, But I Can't Take It, I Don't Understand, If I'm Made For You, Then Why Does My Heart Tell Me, That I Am, Is There Anyway, That I Could Stay, In Your Arms,"
~ Daniel Bedingfield - " If Your Not The One"
It had been a month and Draco still hadn't done anything about his problem. Soon, in just two weeks, they would be graduating and leaving Hogwarts for the last time.
Hermione was sitting by the fire in their common room, studying all about cleaning spells, so that she could do them without her wand. Draco came in looking downcast and gloomy.
Hermione looked up and for the first time, noticed something was wrong. Draco sat next to Hermione and took her hands in his.
"Hermione, I really care for you, but I just don't think we can be together like this anymore," Draco said quite suddenly and it took a few minutes for it to register with Hermione, as to what he was babbling about.
"What," she asked in a meek voice, her heart breaking all the while.
"I am sorry Hermione," Draco said somberly.
"No, but I love you Draco. What is wrong, I was sure you loved me too," Hermione cried, her face becoming a river of tears.
"I know, but I don't love you," Draco said and he flinched as Hermione let out a wounded sound and collapsed onto the couch, her whole body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs.
"I don't understand. You didn't have problem yesterday," Hermione suddenly said, sitting up and whipping her tears on her sleeve.
"Hermione, it's complicated. I'm in love with someone else," Draco said hoping that Hermione wouldn't become suicidal over his next few words.
"What! Draco who, who so I can kill her, your mine," Hermione said and she did look quite murderous right then.
"No, Hermione. If you love me you'll let me go," Draco said and he stood up.
"I do love you, but it's to hard to let go," Hermione sadly. Strangely the tears had stopped and she was looking quite depressed.
"You'll live again," Draco said and he left Hermione to feel like she had been hit in the stomach many times over.
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Graduation was today. Hermione looked wonderful in her school robes and a black cap with a red and gold tassel. As Head Girl she had to give a small speech and Draco would also give a small speech.
The butterflies where bumping around in her stomach and even though her and Draco had broken up, she felt strong. She had Harry for support. She was going to work for the Ministry of Magic for a time.
She wanted to be an Auror. She had been training, it seemed, all her life for it, and now it was finally about to come to pass. She was so nervous for the graduation ceremony though. Her parents would be there, along with her little sister, who was finally not hooked up to at least a dozen machines and all her friends were there standing around her.
Big grins adorned all of their faces. Hermione was the only one not smiling in the whole room. Even Draco, who she had been selfconciously watching out of the corner of her eye, was laughing and talking with Blaise Zambini.
Hermione couldn't help it, but she felt very jealous. Blaise and Draco weren't dating , 'yet' she added to herself, but they were extremely close.
Blaise swept her long black hair away from her face and gave Draco a big hug before going and talking to Dean Thomas. Draco had been trying his hardest to not turn around and meet Hermione's brown eyes, but with Blaise gone who couldn't help himself.
Hermione stared into his silvery-blue eyes and she felt swept away, just like all the previous times. Draco was the one to break contact and he turned away swiftly a pained expression creeping across his face before he put his mask of indifference back on.
Hermione took a deep breath and hearing Dumbledore announce her name, she quickly walked out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. She was blinded by the lights for a second and a little disoriented by the flashing camera's, but somehow she made it to the rased platform where she was to say her peace.
"This year has been the greatest of my life, and I hope that all of my fellow classmates feel the same way. My speech is short, but I hope it weighs heavily on your minds when I am done. I would like to tell a story of a boy who unwittingly made me want to be an Auror. You all may know him as The Boy Who Lived, but I have always know him simply as Harry.
My story takes place during our fifth year here at Hogwarts. Me and Ron Weasley had, had a spat over some trivialy matter and Harry was trying to mediate between us. He told me that you can't fight evil with evil or everything is all wrong. I believed in those words then and now. Forever my friends will be my inspiration. Thank you,"
Hermione finished to tumultous applaus. She went and sat in an empty chair beside Dumbledore at the Head Table. She looked around and seeing her parents, waved cheerfully to them.
"Now we will have our Head Boy, Draco Malfoy say a short speech," Dumbledore said and Draco strutted out from the curtain.
"I am sure you all think that after the Head Girl's speech, mine would suck, but hopefully that is not so. Everyone that I have grown up with these past few years, or should I say pretended to grow up with? Anyways, those are the people who really molded my future. Some parents think that just because they said something, means that we will listen. Well I have to say that friends really make you who you are. So always pick your friends wisely.
I didn't believe that I could ever be more, or less than a Slytherin pureblood who was second best in all his classes. But a friend of mine, made me see that you can be who ever you want to be, nothing is impossible and no star is out of reach, and with that I am going to sit down now and let Dumbledore talk,"
Draco said and he too sat on the other side of Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood up and holding his arms out, as he so often did, told the audience who would be presenting which person with what diploma.
Finally all the teacher's stood up as one and Dumbledore proceeded to call the students names one at a time. The person who was called would walk onto the stage, looking scared, but over all very happy.
Hermione and Draco were the last to get their diploma's and the whole room cheered loudly, as a smiling Minerva McGongall handed Hermione her scroll. Hermione, who was beaming waved to everyone and left the stage to walk among the crowd and congradulate everyone and be congradulated.
Hermione walked over to her mother who was holding a little sleeping Keyelle in her arms. Her mother had the biggest proud smile on her face and Hermione smiled back at her.
"Congradulations, sweetie," Bridget said and gave Hermione a one-handed hug.
"Thanks, mum," Hermione said and handed her diploma to her mother.
"We'll have to frame this," Bridget said and tucked the scroll away in her bag.
"Yeah," Hermione said as Harry jumped over a fold up chair and enfolded her in a warm embrace.
"Great job, Moine," he whispered in her ear and giving her a squeeze let her go and walked off to join Athena who was standing with her stiff and kind of scary parents.
"You can go and join your friends, you father and I are going to go home," Bridget said as Hermione's father hugged her and they left.
Hermione waved bye to them and then turned around. Harry was having a party at his godfather's house and she was invited. So was Draco. She wasn't to happy about having to see him everywhere she went, but she had to get over it.
Hermione made her way over to Athena and Harry and they all left the Great Hall laughing and chatting about many things.
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'I'm all alone', Hermione thought to herself she walked aimlessly around the crowded living room in Siruis' flat. Blaise Zambini suddenly popped up from nowhere.
"Hello, I am Blaise Zambini," she said smiling and she held out her hand for Hermione to shake.
"I knew that, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said shaking Blaise's hand vigoriously.
"I knew that," Blaise said and she smiled again, making Hermione feel stupid and unbeautiful in the process.
"Who doesn't know you, you were our Head Girl," Blaise said and she grabbed Hermione's arm and walked her towards the punch table.
"Do you want a drink, Hermione," Blaise asked and Hermione nodded her head no.
"Aright, but I want one, I'm thirsty," Blaise said and she picked up a cup brimming with red liquid.
"Blaise, why are you being so nice to me," Hermione asked, it was a thought that had been nagging her ever since Blaise came up to her.
"Well, for one we are out of school, there is no more rivalry between us, second I am lonely and needed someone to talk to. A few of the Slytherin's here don't like me. They say I have dirty blood because my grandfather was a muggle," Blaise said she turned a becoming pink as she admitted to having a muggle in her family.
"I know all about being told you have dirty blood," Hermione said quietly.
"Yes, I know," Blaise said and she grabbed Hermione's arm again and led her into the next room where a bunch of kid's were dancing.
"I always wanted to befriend you, to tell the truth. I was just always so busy and for someone reason believed that there was time," Blaise said truthfully and Hermione nodded her head.
"Is there no one boys that you like here," Blaise asked as Hermione wistfully watched a couple dancing nearby.
"No, I don't like anyone," Hermione lied and Blaise narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Are you sure," Blaise asked.
"Yes, there is no one for me now," Hermione said.
"Oh, now that Harry is taken," Blaise asked in a soft voice, misreading Hermione a bit.
"Oh no, me and Harry never were like that," Hermione said laughingly. The thought of her and Harry together struck her as funny somehow.
"Oh I am sorry," Blaise said.
Suddenly Blaise looked across the room and spied Draco nonchalantly trying to act like he wasn't waiting for her.
"I am sorry again. I must go," Blaise said quickly and smiling one last time at Hermione making her way through the sweaty bodies to where Draco awaited.
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"So what did she say," Draco asked anxiously as soon as him and Blaise were alone. They had locked themselves into the bathroom and were now seated on the ledge of the bathtub.
"She says she doesn't like anyone, but clearly she was lying," Blaise said and patted Draco's arm.
"I know she still loves you Draco," Blaise said meaningfully and she smiled again.
"Part of me was hoping she would get over me, but the other half hopes she never does," Draco said sweetly.
"Draco, you know what I said before, about getting a secret keeper or leaving the country in a disgiuse. You could still do it. There are ways out," Blaise said warily waiting for Draco to shout no in her face.
"I know Blaise, I just am scared. I don't want to leave, but it may be my only hope," Draco said wistfully and he hung his head slightly.
"I don't know, Draco, I just don't know," Blaise said and they sat in silence for what seemed like forever.
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When Draco and Blaise emerged from the bathroom, there was a nice soft song playing and Blaise smiling slightly, watched as Draco stared at Hermione, who was sitting on a couch looking depressed.
"Just go over there. What would one dance together hurt?" Blaise said to Draco and gently put her hand on his back and pushed him in Hermione's direction.
Draco who was a bit in a daze walked slowly over to Hermione. Hermione didn't even look up from the floor as he approached her and he felt a little discouraged.
He turned around to escape back into the bathroom, but Blaise was standing in his way, an encouraging smile on her face, she waved him on.
Draco turned back around and walked straight to Hermione. He picked her up off the couch and before she could even register who it was set her down on the dance floor.
"Will you dance with me," Draco asked softly, fully expecting to be rebuffed.
"Sure," Hermione said hesitantly and she felt the same old heat course through her veins as Draco pulled her close and they moved elegantly across the room.
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Later that night Hermione and Draco were laying on Siruis' porch swing, entangled and both happy for once.
They both didn't want to speak, for fear of ruining this perfect moment. So they lay in silence, both of them listening to other one's breathing. Draco grabbed one of Hermione's hands and traced his own face with it.
Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him. They lay there under the stars kissing for an hour at least and thankfully it was Blaise that found them liplocked.
"Hello, love birds," Blaise said sleepily as she leaned on the rail.
"Go away Blaise," Draco said testily, mad at the intrusion.
"Draco don't be rude," Hermione said smiling up at Blaise and for once not feeling the jealous pang she always got when looking at the pretty Slytherin girl.
"Thanks, Hermione," Blaise siad and she sat heavily on the railing balancing neatly and swinging her legs back and forth.
"I'm tired," Blaise said and yawned a low yawn which, Hermione caught and passed onto Draco.
"I hate you all," Draco said putting his had over his mouth as he yawned again.
Blaise laughed shortly and closed her eyes and Hermione giggled and sat up.
"Blaise, what are you doing, now that you've graduated," Hermione asked and Blaises eyes popped open.
She glared at Draco who was snickering behind his hand and turned to face Hermione.
"I am going to be a model," Blaise said simply and threw Draco another glare.
"Third in our year and she is going to be a model," Draco said and laughed out loud, to the annoyance of Blaise.
"Well, it's better than being a servant, right Draco," Blasie snapped and Draco's face went white and he stopped laughing.
"That's what I thought," Blaise said testily and she jumped down from her "seat".
"You really do know how to ruin my fun," Draco said grumpily and Hermione laughed.
"That's because I practice," Blaise said rollingly and she winked at Hermione and went inside.
"You know that after this night, everything will go back to how it was before right," Draco said suddenly and he brought Hermione back to earth with a screaming halt.
"But why, I mean we both like each other," Hermione said and started to feel the old heart-breaking feeling coming back.
"Hermione, this night was a mistake for me, I let myself give into temptation and now I am going to pay for it," Draco said unfeelingly.
"But Draco," Hermione said and her face crumpled.
"I am going to marry Pansy, Hermione. Next year," Draco said and Hermione's eyes widened with shock.
"But you don't love her," she cried and a tear fell down her cheek.
"I am a Malfoy and with that birthright comes specific obligations. You understand don't you," Draco said rather coldly and he ubruptly got up and left Hermione to sob to herself until she lulled herself to sleep.
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"Moine, Moine. Wake up Moine," Harry said softly as he shook Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione rolled over and opened her eyes. She looked a complete mess. Her hair was everywhere and not in an attractive way, her mascara was smudged all over her face and her eyes were puffy.
"I want to die," Hermione said bitterly and Harry was caught off guard by the bitting tone in her voice.
"What happened, Moine," Harry asked quietly and Hermione glared at him.
"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione said coldly and she sat up and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Alright," Harry said understandingly.
"Maybe if I could find a knife, I could slit my wrists," Hermione said in a deadened voice and Harry got a horrified look on his face.
"No, too messy. Maybe I could somehow drown myself," Hermione said thoughtfully her eyes glinting melivelantly.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you," Harry said grabbing her by the shoulders and giving her a good hard shake.
"Nothings the matter with me, Harry. I just have no reason to live. Do you think that is a problem," Hermione asked sinically and Harry winced as she stood up and breezed past him.
Hermione walked into the house and went into the living room. She strode over to the fireplace and grabbing some Floo Powder, threw it in to the fire, stepped in and shouted, "The Granger's".
She walked out of the fireplace and without a word to anyone went up to her room and slammed the door. Inside her room she was rummaging through her things. She threw a black shirt into her trunk and snapped the lid shut.
She was leaving. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she wanted to get away from everything that reminded her of her life before.
Hermione, thinking this time, grabbed ahold of her trunk and with an evil smile on her face apperated to a very dark and sinister place.
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"Miss Granger, so glad that you want to join us," said a voice as cold as the wind, from behind a high backed chair.
"I am glad I could be of service, My Lord," Hermione said in a confident voice.
"You are a powerful witch Hermione Granger and the way you strutted into here, shows me that you know it too," the voice said again, but not before letting out a hacking cough.
"Yes, My Lord," Hermione said smirking.
"You and I shall rule, and we will once and for all purge the world of muggles and muggle-borns," laughed the voice and Hermione glared for a second.
"All except for me, of course," Hermione said snootily and the chair slowly spun around.
Lord Voldemort was different then Hermione had expected, but then again he had gotten his body back. He was tall and had dark hair and dark and cunning eyes to match.
He looked like he could be Harry's father, if it weren't for the fact that he had the evilest look on his face at the moment. He was wearing expensive robes and looked like a wizarding bussiness man.
Hermione smiled at him and held out her hand.
"You my little queen are immune. You will surely make up for what that stupid pureblood Malfoy could not or would not. You my dear are perfect for this and now you will be my right hand woman," Voldemort said and taking Hermione's hand led her to a door that she hadn't seen.
He threw open the door and Hermione was met with the sight of a sea of black masked figures. All taller then her and all menacing. Almost. Hermione looked around and let her superior smirk show through.
"Listen Death Eaters, this young woman is above you in station. You will not look at her, nor speak to her unless she does so first. Understood," Voldemort said coldly and all the figures nodded except one.
He bowed down and getting on his knees, crawled towards Lord Voldemort. He knelt and kissed the masters feet and then leaned back to look into the Dark Lord's face.
"My Lord, she is a muggleborn. We kill muggleborns. My son will attest to that," came the cold deep voice of Lucius Malfoy.
"Your bastard son couldn't even deliver me Hermione when she was right there," Voldemort yelled and Lucuis fell silent.
Hermione looked straight at Voldemort when he said that.
"He what," she asked in a high pitched voice.
"I am so sorry my dear." Voldemort said using a soft and caring tone with her,"We need you, so I asssigned young Mister Malfoy to befriend you, make you think he cared and then throw you out on the curb."
Hermione's eyes reflected the light from the millions of candles floating above his head.
"It's alright My Lord, he shall pay in the end," Hermione said bittingly and Voldemort laughed nodded.
"That's the spirit young one. Now we have many plans to put in motion," Voldemort said and the group pressed in closely.
"Hermione dear, you shall have the honors to pick a family to eliminate," Voldemort said.
"I choose the Malfoys." Hermione said and everyone gasped," But I want to do it alone."
"But they are not muggle-born or even muggles," someone said in great suprise.
"But they are worthless, we could kill them take their mansion use it as our Head Quarters and we could take all their wealth too," Hermione said.
"Very good young one," Voldemort said and he turned to Lucuis who was cowering on the floor and pulled out his wand.
"Bye, Lucius," Voldemort said and with that he yelled, "Avada Kedavra ".
Lucuis crumpled at Hermione's feet and Hermione looked up at Voldemort with a strange glee in her eyes. This was going to be fun!
A/N: Muahaha that was my favoritest chapter. Hermione going evil, I just love it. Anyways, next chapter will be up soon. REVIEW!
