Hi people!!! I'm back with a fourth chapter!!!
Here you go Lucy!! I hope you enjoy!!!
Please be aware that my story has been helped greatly by the release of the fifth Harry Potter book, and Harry's dark nature. Not much will be affected by the release of the book except that it will be bitter and dark, due to the events that occurred in Order of the Phoenix. If you have any queries or complaints about this please submit a review or e-mail me directly at jeans_west_fits_best04@yahoo.com.au
I would also like to mention that I can't foresee the events of the sixth and seventh books, and so this story might not co-inside with what occurs in those books. Please allow for this.
Thank you for your understanding and reviews. I hope you will all continue to enjoy this fic. Despite it's darkness. Please bear all this in mind while reading my fic.
Disclaimer: JK owns all of Harry Potter and it's characters, and the Wizarding world. I own but this story line and the new characters that Hermione and Draco will meet in France!!
Are You Happy Now?
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that your happy now?
Would you tell it too my face or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Hermione moved slightly, expecting to find more pillows, but instead found only thin air. She slipped off the couch, and landed heavily on the floor of the Head Boy/Girl common room. Hermione looked over her shoulder, hoping that Malfoy hadn't woken up at the noise she'd made. Her luck was with her, Malfoy hadn't woken up at the noise. Hermione quickly pulled herself off the floor, straightening her hair and pajamas, so as not to get caught looking indecent, and by Malfoy no less.
Hermione grinned to herself; she was going to France tomorrow!! Today she was going to Muggle London to get some clothes, and then early tomorrow morning she was headed to France. She was excited, but somewhat disappointed that Harry and Ron still hadn't come to terms with the fact that she was going with our without their approval. Even if that meant with Malfoy.
Hermione heaved herself up off the floor and picked up the Potions book she'd been reading last night. She headed up the stairs to her room, planning on a hot shower before heading into London.
Hermione pulled out a pair of jeans and a shimmery, silvery turtle-neck top for her day in London. She remembered the day she'd bought that top, it had been with her cousin, the day before she'd been diagnosed with cancer. Her thoughts were broken abruptly, as someone, presumably Malfoy pounded on her door. Hermione quickly threw on her jeans and top and ran a brush through her wet curls. She opened the door expecting the worst, instead Malfoy was leaning lazily again the frame of her door.
"Well Granger about time you opened the door, beginning to think you'd finally seen sense and left the Wizarding World."
"The day I leave the Wizarding World, is the day you declare you love for me. Malfoy. Hermione turned on her heel and started to make her way back into her room. However was stopped by a calloused hand that wrapped it's way around her wrist. She was suddenly slammed; hard, against the wall outside her room.
"Lets get on thing straight; MUDBLOOD, in this "relationship" I'm the Pureblood male and superior, you're a Mudblood female and a dirty, Gryffindor know it all. Got it?" He asked, scowling at her, his eyes turning a startling deep blue colour.
"No, you see I don't understand how you can be better than me when, you're a future Death Eater, and you father KILLS your mother for KICKS." Hermione spat back, her chocolate colored eyes, blazing. She knew she'd going to far, but she was beyond caring.
"At least my parents aren't muggles. I'd rather have dead Voldemort, following Pureblood parents, than living muggle parents." Malfoy's voice was icy and Hermione knew she shouldn't have brought up parentage, for it was a sore point for both of them.
"Whatever, but just remember who is number one at this school DRACO! She hissed, this time pulling out of his grasp and slamming her door.
Hermione sat on her bed, shaking, but especially confused by the encounter with Malfoy. Trying to put it too the back of her mind, Hermione whispered a spell to put her hair up and out of her face and made her way down stairs.
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Hermione sat at breakfast, alone, confused and hurt, but not because of certain silver eyed Slytherin. Ron and Harry had come down to breakfast at the same time as her and still hadn't talked to her or even apologized for their childish behavior.
She glanced down at her watch and realizing that she was supposed to leave for London in ten minutes, quickly downed the rest of her pumpkin juice and made her way out of the great hall, oblivious to the three sets of eyes following her!
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Hermione walked in Blockage and glanced around the store. A rack of clothes in the far back corner caught her eye and she made her way over to the rack. She brushed off a shop assistant that tried to shove clothes in her face and continued to the back.
She flicked through the clothes and found a beige colored sheep skin jacket. It was much like a blazer but the collar and cuffs were fur and the material was soft and the lining was that of gold. She tugged it off the hanger and slipped her arms into it, pulling it around herself she found it fit perfectly. It was a beautiful coat, warm and it suited her beautifully.
She slug the jacket over her arm ad continued to look around the store. She flicked through racks and racks of clothes until a set of brown colored cargo pants caught her eye. She pulled them off the rack and headed to a change room.
Ten minutes, and 200£ later, Hermione walked out of the store satisfied with her purchases. Hermione strolled down London's main shopping street, content with just window shopping for the moment. He looked up from her reverie and caught sight of a lonesome looking shop, on the other side of the street. Intrigued, Hermione crossed over and made her way into the shop.
The shop was peculiar, and Hermione could have sworn it was a Magical shop, for no other shoppers seemed to be paying the shop any heed. They all seemed to be walking past it in fact. Completely oblivious to it's existence. Hermione walked to the back of the shop, and bumped into a very flustered looking Malfoy. As if sensing her presence her whirled around, surprise flashing across his face fleetingly.
"What are you doing here Granger?? Aren't you aware that this is in-fact a Dar Arts store??" he sneered; his voice hard and cold.
"What business is it of yours what I'm doing here? And besides I didn't realize it was a Dark Arts store!" Hermione threw back at him, somewhat scared now that she was in a Dark Arts store and with Draco Malfoy. Hermione busied herself looking around the shop at various artifacts. Suddenly a glint of silver caught her eye. She moved closer to the cabinet in which the object sat, to take a closer look. She gasped, there sat the most amazing silver bracelet she'd ever clapped eyes on. It was n elegant snake coiled up, its eyes flashed and it's silver body gleamed. Hermione's mind whirled, nobody had to know that she'd bought something so remarkably Slytherin. It was after all the most beautiful bracelet that she was ever likely to find.
She was scared out of her reverie as an old man with a hunch back came up to her.
"Do you like that Missy?" he asked his voice was croaky and almost, dark.
"Yes, yes I do, very much."
The old man laughed. "Well you can have it for 30 galleons, because it's necklace is missing."
"Well, I suppose?" Hermione tired to think rationally, she had a vault full of gallons, and she could always take money out in France, or have it wired to her. Surely it wouldn't hurt; after all, she deserved a treat occasionally. "Okay I'll take it." Hermione mumbled, almost ashamed now of her sudden impulsive behavior.
"Very well, I'll wrap it for you." The old man croaked, shuffling off towards the back of the shop.
Hermione waited impatiently wanting, now, more than ever to get out of the shop. She fidgeted, and suddenly the old man re-appeared, bearing a package wrapped in black paper.
"Here you go Missy, enjoy." He croaked this out and held out a wrinkly hand, expecting, Hermione supposed, his money. Hermione dug around in her purse and produced 30 galleons.
"Thank you missy." The man took his money, and shuffled back into the depths of the store. Hermione watched him go, and slowly left the store, her fright suddenly becoming curiosity.
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Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, utterly exhausted after her day in London. After buying her bracelet Hermione had gone for lunch, she'd then continued to shop, though buying little. She'd stopped for dinner before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron to meet Malfoy and Professor McGonagall.
Hermione absentmindedly fiddled with her bracelet, rubbing its nose with her thumb. Suddenly it coiled up her arm, startled Hermione looked up as Harry ad Ron's shadow fell across her.
Harry spoke first his voice cold and hard. "Are you back to say sorry or goodbye?"
"No" Hermione stood up to face Harry and Ron. " I suppose, if your not going to say sorry then I've come to say Goodbye, for good Harry." Hermione looked him in the eyes, waiting for the explosion of anger she'd always come to expect from him. Instead, much to Hermione's great surprise, his eyes went blank, vacant, void of emotion.
"Well Hermione if that is how you feel, it would appear you are not the person I thought you were." His voice was cold and icy and Hermione was sire that she'd felt the room temperature drop ten degrees.
"Well Harry, it would seem that if you can't see how good this opportunity would be for me to gain knowledge of the Dark Arts, which could be used to help the Order of the Phoenix, then you aren't the intelligent fighter I thought you were." Hermione hissed her eyes flashing a startling gold color.
"Don't you dare question my dedication to our cause!"
"Why?? That is in effect why you don't want me to go. You don't trust my dedication to the Order of the Phoenix. You don't trust my ability to resist the Dark Arts, while learning about them." Hermione now directed her gaze at Ron, who was trying to unsuccessfully, hide behind Harry's angry form.
"Hermione, can't you see why I don't want you to go. You'll be in France; learning about the Dark Arts with Malfoy for two months can't you…"
Suddenly Harry stopped and looked down at Hermione's wrist, where the snake was now peacefully sleeping.
"What is that?" Harry said, pointing a quavering finger at the sleeping snake.
"I bought it from a store in muggle London this morning." Hermione voice quivered slightly.
"Really?"
"Yes I did." Here Hermione produced the bag in which the man had put her packaged bracelet.
"Oh" some of Harry's previous anger seemed to ebb away.
Hermione, however, was still furious at Harry's behavior.
"So are you going to let go of this ridiculous grudge and apologize?" Hermione asked impatiently, tapping her foot furiously.
"No, because I'm right and you don't know what it's like to be surrounded by Dar magic and…"
Hermione cut him off, now livid at Harry and Ron. "But can't you see that this is my chance to see what it is like?"
"No Hermione…"
"No Harry, I think I see the problem here. You and Ron are so blinded by jealousy that you can't see how good it will be." Hermione yelled, her temper now getting the better of her.
"What good will it do you anyway?? You're just a muggle, who, when the going gets tough, will leave the Wizarding World." Harry roared scaring the remaining students out of the common room. His green eyes flashed angrily and Ron was trying desperately to escape the common room. However with a furious glance from Hermione he stopped and stood still; like a frightened rabbit caught in the glare of a car's headlights.
"A muggle, is that all I am tot you Harry? After all these years? Don't you think I would have left in fourth year, when the going really began to get though?? Huh?? Don't you think POTTER?" She yelled back at him, drawing herself up to full height to look him in the eye. Hermione's voice was so icy, cold and angry that she swore that she saw fear flit across Harry's handsomely cruel features.
"I don't know Granger! I just don't know anymore." Harry's words echoed around the walls of Hermione's head. Out of he corner of her eye Hermione saw Ron casting a Silencing Charm on the room and was thank full for it.
"You don't know, well maybe if you'd stop cutting everyone off since Sirius's death, then you would know." Hermione's eyes bore down on Harry, and she looked over at Ron, desperate for any sign that he was on her side.
"Don't you dare bring Sirius into this!" Harry hissed, his voice, Hermione was sure, must almost have verged into Parseltongue. She shivered involuntarily and looked over at Ron.
"I can bring whoever I like into this! And Ron, are you mute? Or you just to gutless to get involved?" Hermione yelled at him, angry and hurt by his actions, or lack there of.
"Well actually Hermione, I have to side with Harry on this one" Ron said looking sullen.
"Oh." Was all Hermione could manage before breaking into tears. This was too much first Malfoy and then Harry and now Ron. "Well if that's how you feel, then what can I do to stop you. All I can say is I hope you rot with Voldemort in hell Harry." After saying this Hermione had great difficulty holding back tears.
Harry swung round, and hit her, not hard, but with force still, across the face. "How can you say that Hermione? Get out of here!! I will die happy if I never see you in this common room again. With that he turned on his heel, and stormed up the staircase to his dormitory. Hermione looked to Ron for sympathy.
"Hermione, I agree, I don't know how you could say those things." He whispered softly and bounded up the stairs after Harry.
"Are you happy now Ron? Are you really happy?" with that Hermione looked back over the common room and left.
Whoa that was a hard chapter to write! Hope you enjoyed it!! Please review!! More will be up on Sunday!!
Sly-Gurl