CHAPTER FOUR

Since Harry and Ron's death, Hermoine's life seemed to be normal. She showed very little grief, because she didn't want to expose her longing for her two best friends. Hermoine opened up a shop after her last year in Hogwarts. It was called " Hermoine's Books and More." In her bookshop she sold antique books, new books and also served tea and coffee. She worked at her bookshop as often as she could so she could get her mind off the past.
Hermoine walked into her bookshop. The door jingled when she opened it after unlocking it. She twisted the "Not Open" sign to "Open". She knew it was a little early to be opening up, but she needed something to keep her busy.
Much to her surprise, the doorbell jingled! A customer! Hermoine never usually got customers this early.
She walked gingerly towards the door, ready to greet her early-bird customer. When she came face to face with him, she halted.
"Draco?" Hermoine asked. clearly angered by his presence.
"Yes, Granger." Draco whispered. His voice was full of evil.
"Well, what do you want?" Hermoine asked. She knew he wasn't here for a book. He was here to remind her of Harry and Ron's death.
" Do you know what today is, Granger?" Draco sneered.
"Yes, and I don't need you to tell me." Hermoine said.
" Let me remind you anyways." Draco said. His oily voice sounded unwanted in Hermoine's ear. " Good ol' Harry and poor Weasly died this day five years back. It's too bad they couldn't have seen their last year of Hogwarts."
" I order you to get out of here, Draco." Hermoine cried.
" You can't do that to customers, and you know that." Draco said, a devious smile spreading across his face. Draco reached out quickly and grabbed Hermoine's wrist. "My father was put into Azkaban because of Harry and Ron. I tend to get my revenge some day. The dark lord is still at large. and you're on his list, Granger. You better watch your back, or you will be dead before you know it."
"Let go of me, Malfoy." Hermoine withdrew her wand with the other hand. " I will curse you." Draco squeezed her wrist hard, and then let go.
"You'll be seeing more of me. Granger." Draco sneered. He started laughing, and then he left.
Hermoine knew better than to believe Draco's threats. This threat lingered in her mind all through the day, though. Why would Voldermort be after Hermoine? She hadn't done anything.
As Hermoine sat at the counter in her bookshop, she let her mind wonder to July 20th.

Hermione, Ron and Harry were sitting at a bench eating sno-cones by Flourish and Blotts. They were chatting happily about what they were going to do when they returned to Hogwarts.
" Well, maybe we will be lucky this year and not encounter any dark wizards!" Ron bellowed, sno-cone dribbling out of his mouth a little. Hermoine chuckled and shoved a napkin at Ron.
"Nah. I don't think we are that lucky!" Harry said, a smile on his face.
" Yeah. when does Harry Potter have any luck?" Hermoine said sarcastically.
All of a sudden, the air got cold. as if all happiness was drained from Diagon Ally. This was all too familiar with Harry and the other two. Dementors.
" Harry? What's going on?" Hermoine said, shaking fiercely in the cold.
"Dementors." Harry said. Harry could see at least five of them, making their way down Diagon Ally. Their black cloaks were hovering above the ground. Right behind the dementors was a blonde headed man.
" Lucius Malfoy!" Ron said, angered.
Once the dementors and Lucius approached them, Harry could see Lucius clearly.
" They have come to give you a little Kiss, Harry. Orders from Lord Voldermort." Lucius said. A smirk spread across his face.
" Oh yeah, well let them try." Harry said. Harry withdrew his wand and did a perfect patronus. A couple of the dementors scurried away. Two more were left. Their arms were out spread. reaching for Harry's throat. The greenish flesh could be seen from the dementors' sleeves.
"NO!" Harry said, and then he performed another Patronus. The remaining dementors scurried away. The stag from Harry's patronus was galloping gracefully. It disappeared before their eyes.
" You may have defeated the Dementors, but can you defeat Lord Voldemort himself?" Lucius sneered.
"Bring it on" Harry bellowed.

"Ma'am? Ma'am? I want to buy this book."
"Oh! Sorry, I must have dazed off a little bit." Hermoine took the book from her customers grasp and ringed it up. The customer paid and left. Once Hermoine made sure the customer was gone, she started crying. Why does these memories keep coming up on me? The doorbell jingled once again.
"Hermoine?" A woman's voice asked. Hermoine peered up to a sullen face. her hair was as red as fire.
" Mrs. Weasly?" Hermoine asked, awed. She jumped over the counter and embraced Mrs. Weasly.
"Oh, darling, it is so good to see you." She said. " I had to stop by today. such a sad day."
"Yes, I know." Hermoine said, wiping her eyes from her previous tears.
" I was just thinking about Harry and Ron. again. and I thought to myself ' I wonder how Hermoine is doing today? She probably needs some warm company'" Mrs. Weasly sighed.
"Yes, I always enjoy your company, Mrs. Weasly." Hermoine embraced her again. " I can go on Break just a little bit early, don't you think?"
" I think that would be lovely!" Mrs. Weasly exclaimed. Hermoine and Mrs. Weasly left the bookshop. Before leaving, Hermoine turned the sign on the door to "Not Open."