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and I work a 48 hour work week trying to make sure a bunch of brats don't
drown. That's basically my apology for having not updated in awhile.
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Disclaimer: I own the plot and Rhiannon... nothing more, nothing less.
Chapter 6 - PLATFORM 9 3/4
I Dark Lady laughed and danced and lite the candles one by one
Danced to her Gypsy music til her brew was done
Dark Lady played black magic til the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me then I knew myself... /i
Harry, Ron, and Ginny made their way through King's Cross Station, rolling their eyes every once and awhile at Mrs Weasley's incessant rantings about muggles and how Ron was not made Head Boy.
"I can not believe they gave it to that son of a death eater," she said bumping into someone, who gave her a very odd look. "You were a much better choice Ron."
"Mum," he began, "You need to stop rambling on about this after all..." Ron continued talking but Harry and Ginny just ignored them. Ginny would rather smile at Harry and frankly, Harry'd rather watch Ginny smile at him.
Harry, had, just as he almost always had, spent the summer with the Weasleys. The Dursley's, having forgotten all of Harry's birthdays in the past, made it a point to remember his 18th birthday and promptly kicked him out. Having no where else to turn and did not want to get on the Knight Bus again, Harry went off to the Burrow, not that he was complaining. He liked being there. There he was a member of the family, something he never was on Privet Drive.
Ginny was besides herself the Harry was smiling back at her. She never had gotten over the hero worship/crush she had on Harry and this summer she noticed that more and more she'd check him staring at her. After he had rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets in her first year, Ginny was in love. She suddenly at the thought, looked away from Harry, blushing.
Ron was still arguing with Mrs. Weasley, when Harry felt a sudden, distinct pain in his scar. He flinched and raised his hand to his forehead. But the pain was fleeting and was son gone, and thankful none of the Wesleys had noticed anything had happened.
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*
Hermione entered King's Cross with her mum and several servants. They were pushing her overflowing cart, as Rhiannon walked regally beside Hermione, who was holding a month old black kitten lovingly in her arms.
"Have you decided what you are going to call him dear?" Rhiannon asked idly, trying to make conversation. She was desparately trying to hold back tears. She had just gotten her little girl back and now she was going to have to send her off to eight months of school. The world just didn't seem fair to her.
"Nemesis," Hermione replied, as she Eskimo kissed the kitten and Nemesis purred softly.
"That's adorable dear. Have you made plans with Draco?"
"Oh yes mum. We are going to meet on that Platform and find a cabin together. I'm going to then go find Harry and Ron," she said still cuddling with her kitten.
"That's nice dear."
* *
*
Draco stalked into King's Cross with Narcissa and Lucius following closely behind.
"The Dark Lord insisted that you keep an eye out for Hermione, Draco," Lucius commanded.
"You needn't have instructed father," Draco replied cooly, "I have done so anyway."
Narcissa smiled lovingly at her son, "You've take quite a bit of fancy to her haven't you Draco?"
"I always have mum. Only now I'm allowed to," he said receiving a sideways glance from Lucius, but Narcissa just smiled at him.
"Just make sure she stays away from Potter and Weasley," Lucius said, his voice dripping with disgust, "The Dark Lord would hate to have his only daughter hanging around the only person who could kill him."
"Of course not father," Draco said, "She'll be in Slytherin after tonight, and she won't have to see Potty and the Weasel outside of class. She'll be with me," she said very confidently, earning him another smile from Narcissa as they walked towards Platform 9 3/4.
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*
"Goodbye love," Rhiannon said to Hermione, "Will you be home for the holidays?"
Hermione hugged her mum. "I guess that depends on how the year is going mum."
"Goodbye dear," Rhiannon said waving as Hermione casually leaned on the barrier, and slipped onto Platform 9 3/4.
"Hi Mia," she heard a voice say from behind her.
"Hi Draco," she said, her chameleon eyes turning a dark shade of blue. "How have you been?" she asked making idle chatter.
"You want to find them don't you?" he asked as he began pushing both his and her carts.
Hermione grinned manically, "More than anything..."
Draco packed their things away on the train, "Let's go then," he said offering her his arm. Hermione tucked Nemesis in one arm and the other around Draco's proffered arm.
* *
*
Ginny had left the boys to go and join some of her friends, and Ron and Harry were dropping there things off at the train before they boarded.
"Oy, Harry," Ron said, "Have you seen Hermione?"
"No Ron I haven't. You don't know though, she might just be running late," he said as he felt a twinge of pain in his scar again.
"Look out mate," Ron said, "Malfoy alert. And he's got some new girl on his arm," Ron said pointing to the approaching couple behind Harry.
"Potty, Weasel..." Draco greeted, "Where's you little Mudblood?" he asked receiving a bit of a pinch from Hermione.
Ron's eyes narrowed, "You leave her alone you elitest bastard."
"Tsk, tsk Ronnikins," Hermione said for the first time since approaching them, "No need to lower yourself down to his level as I used to say."
Harry's mouth was agape during the entire exchange. He couldn't help but notice this incredibly beautiful girl on Malfoy's arm. Jet black curls, IJust like Voldemort's/I, Harry thought. Her eyes were catlike and Harry swore that when she looked at him, they changed from purple to blue back to purple again. She looked so much like...
"Hermione?" Harry choked out.
"Yes Harry?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Is that really you?" he asked. Ron stood next to him, mouth agape just as Harry's had been moments before, utterly speechless.
"Yes it is Harry."
"Why are you with him?" he asked shooting Draco a dirty look.
Just as Hermione was about to answer, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew, signaling that all students should get on the train.
"I'll find you on the train Harry," Hermione whispered, "I'll explain everything then," and with that she and Draco boarded the train looking for an empty compartment.
* *
*
"You are unusually nice to them," Draco said with a hint of jealousy.
"They were my friends for 6 years Draco. Like I said before, if they can accept me now, I plan on staying friends with them," Hermione explained as they sat down in a compartment.
"It's just that," Draco explained, "my dad told me to keep and eye on you. To keep you away from them because the Dark Lord doesn't really fancy the idea of his only daughter hanging around the only person who can kill him."
Hermione was about to say something when Pansy burst in, followed closely b Crabbe and Goyle.
"Draco!" she screeched, ignoring Hermione completely until she realized she has her arm intertwined with Draco's, "Who's she?" she asked viciously pointing at Hermione.
But before Draco had a chance to open his mouth, Hermione did. "I am Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. I am the daughter of the Dark Lord Voldemort. And you will never speak of me like that again."
Before Pansy could ask the question that was obviously rising in her throat Hermione again spoke, "Yes I used to be the mudblood. And if I ever hear you refer to me as such there will be hell to pay Parkinson."
Pansy, on the verge of tears rushed out of the compartment to no doubt, find other Slytherin girls to share her humiliation with. Draco on the other hand was in a fit of hysterics, almost crying himself, but of laughter, not embarassment. Crabbe and Goyle thought nothing of it, and simply sat down and grunted to Hermione in acknowledgment and then grunted back and forth to eachother.
When Draco had calmed down some, he kissed Hermione's forehead. "Why don't you go find those two Grffindorks, and I'll see if we need to be doing anything as Heads."
Hermione smiled in appreciation to him and his silent understanding of her wanting to tell her friends in private. Hermione and Draco both got up and headed in different directions once the reached the corridor.
I It's time they knew/I, she thought to herself, I It's time they knew./I
AN: Next Chapter Hermione tells the boys her news and their reactions. Til next time...
Disclaimer: I own the plot and Rhiannon... nothing more, nothing less.
Chapter 6 - PLATFORM 9 3/4
I Dark Lady laughed and danced and lite the candles one by one
Danced to her Gypsy music til her brew was done
Dark Lady played black magic til the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me then I knew myself... /i
Harry, Ron, and Ginny made their way through King's Cross Station, rolling their eyes every once and awhile at Mrs Weasley's incessant rantings about muggles and how Ron was not made Head Boy.
"I can not believe they gave it to that son of a death eater," she said bumping into someone, who gave her a very odd look. "You were a much better choice Ron."
"Mum," he began, "You need to stop rambling on about this after all..." Ron continued talking but Harry and Ginny just ignored them. Ginny would rather smile at Harry and frankly, Harry'd rather watch Ginny smile at him.
Harry, had, just as he almost always had, spent the summer with the Weasleys. The Dursley's, having forgotten all of Harry's birthdays in the past, made it a point to remember his 18th birthday and promptly kicked him out. Having no where else to turn and did not want to get on the Knight Bus again, Harry went off to the Burrow, not that he was complaining. He liked being there. There he was a member of the family, something he never was on Privet Drive.
Ginny was besides herself the Harry was smiling back at her. She never had gotten over the hero worship/crush she had on Harry and this summer she noticed that more and more she'd check him staring at her. After he had rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets in her first year, Ginny was in love. She suddenly at the thought, looked away from Harry, blushing.
Ron was still arguing with Mrs. Weasley, when Harry felt a sudden, distinct pain in his scar. He flinched and raised his hand to his forehead. But the pain was fleeting and was son gone, and thankful none of the Wesleys had noticed anything had happened.
* *
*
Hermione entered King's Cross with her mum and several servants. They were pushing her overflowing cart, as Rhiannon walked regally beside Hermione, who was holding a month old black kitten lovingly in her arms.
"Have you decided what you are going to call him dear?" Rhiannon asked idly, trying to make conversation. She was desparately trying to hold back tears. She had just gotten her little girl back and now she was going to have to send her off to eight months of school. The world just didn't seem fair to her.
"Nemesis," Hermione replied, as she Eskimo kissed the kitten and Nemesis purred softly.
"That's adorable dear. Have you made plans with Draco?"
"Oh yes mum. We are going to meet on that Platform and find a cabin together. I'm going to then go find Harry and Ron," she said still cuddling with her kitten.
"That's nice dear."
* *
*
Draco stalked into King's Cross with Narcissa and Lucius following closely behind.
"The Dark Lord insisted that you keep an eye out for Hermione, Draco," Lucius commanded.
"You needn't have instructed father," Draco replied cooly, "I have done so anyway."
Narcissa smiled lovingly at her son, "You've take quite a bit of fancy to her haven't you Draco?"
"I always have mum. Only now I'm allowed to," he said receiving a sideways glance from Lucius, but Narcissa just smiled at him.
"Just make sure she stays away from Potter and Weasley," Lucius said, his voice dripping with disgust, "The Dark Lord would hate to have his only daughter hanging around the only person who could kill him."
"Of course not father," Draco said, "She'll be in Slytherin after tonight, and she won't have to see Potty and the Weasel outside of class. She'll be with me," she said very confidently, earning him another smile from Narcissa as they walked towards Platform 9 3/4.
* *
*
"Goodbye love," Rhiannon said to Hermione, "Will you be home for the holidays?"
Hermione hugged her mum. "I guess that depends on how the year is going mum."
"Goodbye dear," Rhiannon said waving as Hermione casually leaned on the barrier, and slipped onto Platform 9 3/4.
"Hi Mia," she heard a voice say from behind her.
"Hi Draco," she said, her chameleon eyes turning a dark shade of blue. "How have you been?" she asked making idle chatter.
"You want to find them don't you?" he asked as he began pushing both his and her carts.
Hermione grinned manically, "More than anything..."
Draco packed their things away on the train, "Let's go then," he said offering her his arm. Hermione tucked Nemesis in one arm and the other around Draco's proffered arm.
* *
*
Ginny had left the boys to go and join some of her friends, and Ron and Harry were dropping there things off at the train before they boarded.
"Oy, Harry," Ron said, "Have you seen Hermione?"
"No Ron I haven't. You don't know though, she might just be running late," he said as he felt a twinge of pain in his scar again.
"Look out mate," Ron said, "Malfoy alert. And he's got some new girl on his arm," Ron said pointing to the approaching couple behind Harry.
"Potty, Weasel..." Draco greeted, "Where's you little Mudblood?" he asked receiving a bit of a pinch from Hermione.
Ron's eyes narrowed, "You leave her alone you elitest bastard."
"Tsk, tsk Ronnikins," Hermione said for the first time since approaching them, "No need to lower yourself down to his level as I used to say."
Harry's mouth was agape during the entire exchange. He couldn't help but notice this incredibly beautiful girl on Malfoy's arm. Jet black curls, IJust like Voldemort's/I, Harry thought. Her eyes were catlike and Harry swore that when she looked at him, they changed from purple to blue back to purple again. She looked so much like...
"Hermione?" Harry choked out.
"Yes Harry?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Is that really you?" he asked. Ron stood next to him, mouth agape just as Harry's had been moments before, utterly speechless.
"Yes it is Harry."
"Why are you with him?" he asked shooting Draco a dirty look.
Just as Hermione was about to answer, the whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew, signaling that all students should get on the train.
"I'll find you on the train Harry," Hermione whispered, "I'll explain everything then," and with that she and Draco boarded the train looking for an empty compartment.
* *
*
"You are unusually nice to them," Draco said with a hint of jealousy.
"They were my friends for 6 years Draco. Like I said before, if they can accept me now, I plan on staying friends with them," Hermione explained as they sat down in a compartment.
"It's just that," Draco explained, "my dad told me to keep and eye on you. To keep you away from them because the Dark Lord doesn't really fancy the idea of his only daughter hanging around the only person who can kill him."
Hermione was about to say something when Pansy burst in, followed closely b Crabbe and Goyle.
"Draco!" she screeched, ignoring Hermione completely until she realized she has her arm intertwined with Draco's, "Who's she?" she asked viciously pointing at Hermione.
But before Draco had a chance to open his mouth, Hermione did. "I am Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. I am the daughter of the Dark Lord Voldemort. And you will never speak of me like that again."
Before Pansy could ask the question that was obviously rising in her throat Hermione again spoke, "Yes I used to be the mudblood. And if I ever hear you refer to me as such there will be hell to pay Parkinson."
Pansy, on the verge of tears rushed out of the compartment to no doubt, find other Slytherin girls to share her humiliation with. Draco on the other hand was in a fit of hysterics, almost crying himself, but of laughter, not embarassment. Crabbe and Goyle thought nothing of it, and simply sat down and grunted to Hermione in acknowledgment and then grunted back and forth to eachother.
When Draco had calmed down some, he kissed Hermione's forehead. "Why don't you go find those two Grffindorks, and I'll see if we need to be doing anything as Heads."
Hermione smiled in appreciation to him and his silent understanding of her wanting to tell her friends in private. Hermione and Draco both got up and headed in different directions once the reached the corridor.
I It's time they knew/I, she thought to herself, I It's time they knew./I
AN: Next Chapter Hermione tells the boys her news and their reactions. Til next time...