Chapter 9
Going
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter book, characters, story plot, or anything. The only thing I do own is the story plot for this fanfiction.
Hermione stood outside at the lake on the cold morning of November. She was exhausted. Dumbledore had her training for at least 3 months. And only now she had a break. She thought about Ron and the Weasleys. And of course Harry. She knew the dementors were after her. She shivered and sighed deeply. A throat cleared. Professor Dumbledore was standing there. "Hermione, it is time. We have located Mr Draco Malfoy. He is willing to fight against his father." He said. "And where is Mr Malfoy?" Hermione asked, not looking at him. "He is in St Petersburg." "Russia, here we go again." She groaned. Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, you must go and meet him there." Hermione sighed and went to her room. She began to pack but something else was tagging on her mind. Ron was out to get her and the dementors. She sighed deeply. "Back to Russia, again. I've had enough of that country already." She said furiously. And the facts that the dementors were still out. A day later she had said her good byes and departed for Russia. She arrived in St Petersburg a few hours later. She rented a hotel room for 2 days and then when her 2 days were nearly up she paid and left to find Malfoy. She found him at a museum sometime later. He was the same height as Harry but not as built. His hair was no longer sleek but spiked up in a cute way. "Malfoy." He jumped. Then he turned and saw her. "Granger, my god you sure have changed." He said shocked, looking at her hair to her feet. "Shut up," she snarled. "Let's get right onto the point. You have to find out where your father is." Hermione said coldly. Draco rolled his eyes. "Duh!" he said. Hermione scolded at him. "Let's just find him." She finally said. Draco grinned. "I can see why Potter is so interested in you." He said touching her shoulder. She slapped his hand away. "Let's get one thing straight. Touch me again and you'll regret it." Hermione said as she began to lead him outside into the bitter cold. Laughing he followed her.
Going
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter book, characters, story plot, or anything. The only thing I do own is the story plot for this fanfiction.
Hermione stood outside at the lake on the cold morning of November. She was exhausted. Dumbledore had her training for at least 3 months. And only now she had a break. She thought about Ron and the Weasleys. And of course Harry. She knew the dementors were after her. She shivered and sighed deeply. A throat cleared. Professor Dumbledore was standing there. "Hermione, it is time. We have located Mr Draco Malfoy. He is willing to fight against his father." He said. "And where is Mr Malfoy?" Hermione asked, not looking at him. "He is in St Petersburg." "Russia, here we go again." She groaned. Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, you must go and meet him there." Hermione sighed and went to her room. She began to pack but something else was tagging on her mind. Ron was out to get her and the dementors. She sighed deeply. "Back to Russia, again. I've had enough of that country already." She said furiously. And the facts that the dementors were still out. A day later she had said her good byes and departed for Russia. She arrived in St Petersburg a few hours later. She rented a hotel room for 2 days and then when her 2 days were nearly up she paid and left to find Malfoy. She found him at a museum sometime later. He was the same height as Harry but not as built. His hair was no longer sleek but spiked up in a cute way. "Malfoy." He jumped. Then he turned and saw her. "Granger, my god you sure have changed." He said shocked, looking at her hair to her feet. "Shut up," she snarled. "Let's get right onto the point. You have to find out where your father is." Hermione said coldly. Draco rolled his eyes. "Duh!" he said. Hermione scolded at him. "Let's just find him." She finally said. Draco grinned. "I can see why Potter is so interested in you." He said touching her shoulder. She slapped his hand away. "Let's get one thing straight. Touch me again and you'll regret it." Hermione said as she began to lead him outside into the bitter cold. Laughing he followed her.
