Chapter 4-Revelations
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Hermione ate breakfast slowly, watching Harry and Ron. They would probably eat for another half hour, but that was okay, as long as she was here, at Hogwarts with them she was fine. She was done at least fifteen minutes before they were. She sat alone at the prefect table, waiting for her best friends to finish eating. Finally they were done and as they got up she got up too, and walked with them out the door. They wandered around the Hogwarts grounds, just talking, until Ron asked, "So, Hermione, why did you turn up at my house late this summer?" Harry's eyebrows were raised, he hadn't heard about this.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Hermione finally said, not meeting their eyes.
"Why not Hermione? Hang on, you need a nickname, Hermione is getting too long. 'Mione, yeah, that's it, 'Mione, it's perfect. So why would you rather not talk about it Mione?" Ron said.
"Because I-I just don't, besides, my father tried to erase my memory afterwards anyway," Hermione muttered the last part, but her friends heard it.
"HE WHAT?" Ron roared, making all the students by the lake jump.
"It doesn't matter, can we just drop the subject?" Hermione pleaded.
"Wait a minute, how did he try to erase your memory?" Harry asked, suddenly suspicious.
Hermione looked uncomfortable and then switched the subject, "Look at that butterfly over there, isn't it beautiful?"
Harry walked straight in front of Hermione and grabbed her arms, but gently, and kept her straight in front of him. "'Mione, is your father a wizard?"
Then Hermione just broke down and started babbling. "Yes, yes and he never told me, I heard my parents arguing in my living room when I went downstairs to get a glass of water, (breath) and I eavesdropped on them and my mom was saying that he should tell me that he was a wizard and that he was working undercover for the ministry and he said something about a sister of his being killed by Voldemort (gasp) and he wanted to protect us from getting killed by him too and something about his nephew going to live with muggles and my mom, (gasp) and my mom started to say that she was something else too, but he interrupted her and she said something about giving me some of her dust for my birthday, and I don't know what she meant, but they (gasp) agreed that they wouldn't tell me what they were, and then I started going up to my room, but my father saw me and tried to erase my memory of that, but I ducked and it blew up a vase (gasp) and I flooed to your house Ron, because I knew that Harry's aunt and uncle would be mad if I went there, and that's why I was there and you couldn't tell your dad about me." Sometime during that long sentence she had fallen into Harry's arms for lack of a better support, and now she just sat there, crying.
"Malfoy's wrong," Ron suddenly said gleefully.
"Yeah, Hermione, he's right, now Draco can't call you mudblood any more," Harry agreed.
"Thanks you guys," She said, wiping tears from her eyes, "You are the best friends anyone can have. Oh, and you can't tell anyone about my father working for the ministry." Harry and Ron nodded. "Let's go see Hagrid now."
Draco's POV
Draco was sitting out on the lake alone and he watched the Dream Team walk around, chatting animatedly. Then suddenly they stopped and Scarhead held Hermione's arms and suddenly she started to cry, falling into Scarhead's arms. 'If he lays a finger on my Her-wait, where did that come from, my Hermione, she is not mine, she doesn't even like me, I however have liked her since the third year, cowardly me, never telling her, only being mean to her.' He watched Hermione pick herself up and hug Weasel, and then Scarhead. They began to talk again as they made their way to the Oaf's hut.
Hermione's POV
Hermione lay in her bed, thinking she opened her eyes and replayed the scene in her head. Oddly, her mind seemed to be projecting the scene onto the ceiling. She thought of when Draco had brought her into her room, even though she hadn't seen it with her eyes it showed her the whole scene. Then she thought of Draco, an enlarged picture of him smiling appeared. She wiped her thoughts clear and her ceiling blank.
A whole week and a half of school was over already. It was Thursday. She was eating peacefully and thinking about what her mom had said the night she had left. 'Fine, but I will be giving her some of my dust for her birthday.' What did she mean some of her dust, certainly not dust from the mantelpiece, but what then? "Oh, oh my God, Why didn't I.it's so obvious I.why.oh my God I'll have to.bye guys." And with that she ran out of the Great Hall, leaving the other prefects and the Heads staring at her back and muttering "What was all that about?"
Hermione ran up to her room and requested that her ceiling show her mother in her true form. There on her ceiling was.a fairy. So, Hermione you are half-fairy, what have you to say for yourself? "Wow." Hmmm, maybe I can find out who my aunt is too. She requested her aunt and her ceiling came up with two. One was a thin blonde woman with a long neck, blonde hair, and blue eyes. The other had auburn hair, was thin and had brilliant green eyes that reminded her of someone.
She asked for the auburn-haired woman's son. There was her cousin, and he was someone that she knew.
She walked slowly down her seven steps and saw Draco lying on his couch, asleep. Hermione looked at her watch, only nine minutes to get to care of magical creatures, but she decided it was worth it. She owed him. Walking over to the green couch she said, gently, "Malfoy, Malfoy," maybe she just wasn't loud enough. She tried again, a bit louder, "Draco, Draco," his eyes were moving, but he was just dreaming. Timidly, she reached out to touch his shoulder, saying, "Draco?" Suddenly he lunged at her, grabbing her arms in a death grip. She yelped and he seemed to wake up a little, letting her go. "Draco, wake up, you're just dreaming," she said, backing towards the door. Finally he seemed to wake up for real. He looked at her, saw the scared look in her eyes, and turned away. She looked at her watch. "We have seven minutes to get to care of magical creatures," and then she was gone. He ran upstairs and grabbed a robe and followed her out.
All day she wondered what he had been dreaming of that had made him react like he did.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Hermione ate breakfast slowly, watching Harry and Ron. They would probably eat for another half hour, but that was okay, as long as she was here, at Hogwarts with them she was fine. She was done at least fifteen minutes before they were. She sat alone at the prefect table, waiting for her best friends to finish eating. Finally they were done and as they got up she got up too, and walked with them out the door. They wandered around the Hogwarts grounds, just talking, until Ron asked, "So, Hermione, why did you turn up at my house late this summer?" Harry's eyebrows were raised, he hadn't heard about this.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Hermione finally said, not meeting their eyes.
"Why not Hermione? Hang on, you need a nickname, Hermione is getting too long. 'Mione, yeah, that's it, 'Mione, it's perfect. So why would you rather not talk about it Mione?" Ron said.
"Because I-I just don't, besides, my father tried to erase my memory afterwards anyway," Hermione muttered the last part, but her friends heard it.
"HE WHAT?" Ron roared, making all the students by the lake jump.
"It doesn't matter, can we just drop the subject?" Hermione pleaded.
"Wait a minute, how did he try to erase your memory?" Harry asked, suddenly suspicious.
Hermione looked uncomfortable and then switched the subject, "Look at that butterfly over there, isn't it beautiful?"
Harry walked straight in front of Hermione and grabbed her arms, but gently, and kept her straight in front of him. "'Mione, is your father a wizard?"
Then Hermione just broke down and started babbling. "Yes, yes and he never told me, I heard my parents arguing in my living room when I went downstairs to get a glass of water, (breath) and I eavesdropped on them and my mom was saying that he should tell me that he was a wizard and that he was working undercover for the ministry and he said something about a sister of his being killed by Voldemort (gasp) and he wanted to protect us from getting killed by him too and something about his nephew going to live with muggles and my mom, (gasp) and my mom started to say that she was something else too, but he interrupted her and she said something about giving me some of her dust for my birthday, and I don't know what she meant, but they (gasp) agreed that they wouldn't tell me what they were, and then I started going up to my room, but my father saw me and tried to erase my memory of that, but I ducked and it blew up a vase (gasp) and I flooed to your house Ron, because I knew that Harry's aunt and uncle would be mad if I went there, and that's why I was there and you couldn't tell your dad about me." Sometime during that long sentence she had fallen into Harry's arms for lack of a better support, and now she just sat there, crying.
"Malfoy's wrong," Ron suddenly said gleefully.
"Yeah, Hermione, he's right, now Draco can't call you mudblood any more," Harry agreed.
"Thanks you guys," She said, wiping tears from her eyes, "You are the best friends anyone can have. Oh, and you can't tell anyone about my father working for the ministry." Harry and Ron nodded. "Let's go see Hagrid now."
Draco's POV
Draco was sitting out on the lake alone and he watched the Dream Team walk around, chatting animatedly. Then suddenly they stopped and Scarhead held Hermione's arms and suddenly she started to cry, falling into Scarhead's arms. 'If he lays a finger on my Her-wait, where did that come from, my Hermione, she is not mine, she doesn't even like me, I however have liked her since the third year, cowardly me, never telling her, only being mean to her.' He watched Hermione pick herself up and hug Weasel, and then Scarhead. They began to talk again as they made their way to the Oaf's hut.
Hermione's POV
Hermione lay in her bed, thinking she opened her eyes and replayed the scene in her head. Oddly, her mind seemed to be projecting the scene onto the ceiling. She thought of when Draco had brought her into her room, even though she hadn't seen it with her eyes it showed her the whole scene. Then she thought of Draco, an enlarged picture of him smiling appeared. She wiped her thoughts clear and her ceiling blank.
A whole week and a half of school was over already. It was Thursday. She was eating peacefully and thinking about what her mom had said the night she had left. 'Fine, but I will be giving her some of my dust for her birthday.' What did she mean some of her dust, certainly not dust from the mantelpiece, but what then? "Oh, oh my God, Why didn't I.it's so obvious I.why.oh my God I'll have to.bye guys." And with that she ran out of the Great Hall, leaving the other prefects and the Heads staring at her back and muttering "What was all that about?"
Hermione ran up to her room and requested that her ceiling show her mother in her true form. There on her ceiling was.a fairy. So, Hermione you are half-fairy, what have you to say for yourself? "Wow." Hmmm, maybe I can find out who my aunt is too. She requested her aunt and her ceiling came up with two. One was a thin blonde woman with a long neck, blonde hair, and blue eyes. The other had auburn hair, was thin and had brilliant green eyes that reminded her of someone.
She asked for the auburn-haired woman's son. There was her cousin, and he was someone that she knew.
She walked slowly down her seven steps and saw Draco lying on his couch, asleep. Hermione looked at her watch, only nine minutes to get to care of magical creatures, but she decided it was worth it. She owed him. Walking over to the green couch she said, gently, "Malfoy, Malfoy," maybe she just wasn't loud enough. She tried again, a bit louder, "Draco, Draco," his eyes were moving, but he was just dreaming. Timidly, she reached out to touch his shoulder, saying, "Draco?" Suddenly he lunged at her, grabbing her arms in a death grip. She yelped and he seemed to wake up a little, letting her go. "Draco, wake up, you're just dreaming," she said, backing towards the door. Finally he seemed to wake up for real. He looked at her, saw the scared look in her eyes, and turned away. She looked at her watch. "We have seven minutes to get to care of magical creatures," and then she was gone. He ran upstairs and grabbed a robe and followed her out.
All day she wondered what he had been dreaming of that had made him react like he did.
