A/N: Well, not a ton happens actually… Well, a lot between Harry and Hermione for sure. Errr… Dumbledore is in this one, Hagrid a bit… Dunno, it's long though. Uhm, nothing new, but Draco does piss Hermione off even more… XD
Chapter 13
Hermione sat quietly on the bus. She was deep in thought. Too deep in thought to notice who sat down next to her, which just happened to be Harry. She traced her finger over her cheek, where she last remembered Draco kissing her. She closed her eyes; the feelings that she had felt had not left her.
When she had left her cover of sleep yesterday morning, he was already gone. He left a short curt note, stating that he was at the manor, getting ready for his upcoming debut back at school. She had felt her mood drop then.
Harry looked at her quietly. Should he ask her now? He had to have good timing, or else it was just a loss cause. He desperately wanted her to know that he cared about her. Because he did. Taking his hand, he taps hers gently, watching as she looked at him with a dazed look. "Oh-I didn't notice you Harry. Sorry."
He nodded, understanding. Holding her chin up so she was looking at him, he whispers to her, scared, but confident of himself, "Hermione… Will you be my girlfriend?" Once said, he feels tons better. He couldn't help but wonder if she had a boyfriend. The thought had never bothered him, until he asked her of course.
Just then, Draco peeked around the corner, looking in on the two. He knew it'd be wrong for him to sit with her. Everyone would catch on. But then again…
Hermione caught him looking in. Raising her voice slightly, she nods to Harry, moving closer to him, "Of course I'll be your girl Harry…" She purrs, pulling a Pansy. She knew he was watching. She knew he'd get the message.
Harry hugged her, pulling her onto his lap, oblivious of Draco's watching eyes, "Good, 'cause I love you."
That surprised her, but she didn't let it show on her face. She nodded, kissing his neck and passing a look to Draco that told everything. 'I can do what I want, and you can't stop me. I will fuck with him if I want. And I'll do it just to piss you off.'
Draco turned away, walking back to his own compartment on the train. His face was solid as stone. She had done it on purpose, just to irritate him. Even he had detected the playful look in that glance she had given him when cuddling up to Potter. She would pay. Draco would get even with her. In this game of love, war of seduction, Draco knew his place. He had lost a battle. But he wouldn't lose this war to Potter. Not ever.
The train arrived, and as Hermione stepped off it with the lightest of steps, she raised her hand to her lips. They were still throbbing from Harry's kissing. He had been harsh, but she thought nothing of it. Although, she liked Draco's kisses more. Soft, inviting… Harry's had been demanding, more like an object… She shakes her head, dismissing the thoughts. She didn't want to think like that. Those type of thoughts made her nervous. Made her doubt that she knew her own friend.
Walking with a streak of pride, as she was finally at the top of the school, she walked in, starting towards the common room with her stuff. The feast wouldn't start for a little while, and she needed to rest. After a small conversation with the Fat Lady, she entered, grinning at the fact that they always used last years password before the Head Master choose a new one.
Sitting in the chair near the entrance, was the one and only Dumbledore. He always met her here right before the feast. She sat down before him, watching the ground. He chuckled lightly, watching her. How she had grown. Many of the boys would be paying attention to her now. As she wasn't the small mousy brown hared Gryffindor anymore. She reclined in the chair peacefully, waiting for him to start talking.
"Welcome back." He cleared his throat, "Interesting break I assume?"
She nodded, hoping he didn't realize just how interesting it was. As well as scary, odd, weird, and boring.
He yawned, looking over her with tired eyes. "Like the remodeling? It's only in the main area… We could've used your expertise." She smiles at his comments. Dumbledore had offered her a place in helping with the remodeling, but she had only given him a map to make it easier. They had taken much of her advice, giving Hogwarts a classy Roman look.
Dumbledore quietly took a small sip of his tea, watching her carefully, "You're confused." He puts it more as a statement then as a question.
She nodded, looking away from his intense stare. That was the one unnerving thing about Dumbledore. He always knew. No matter what she did to hide her emotions or thoughts, he always saw right through her.
He patted her hand with his, "There's many people here to talk to. But on another subject, you might want to move your bags. As it seems you won't be staying in this room anymore."
Hermione's head jerked up, eyes showing a bold amount of confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that as from now on, you're Head Girl." He smiled, standing up. "You know where the quarters are. The pass is Idiot. Just give it, she'll let you change it. I already told her to expect you."
Hermione nods, "Her?"
Dumbledore just smiles with sympathy, "You'll know her… when you see her."
She looked confused, nodding, "Thank you sir."
He laughed; "You've more then earned it. Go now, watch your step, the stairs are frisky today."
She dubiously headed out of the room, taking the stairs up to her new rooms. When she finally reached to portrait, she looked at it curiously. The woman on the front of it looked like her, only it was much older. Dreary eyed, the woman nodded to her. "Hello Hermione."
"Hello… What's your name? If you don't mind me asking."
The woman shook her head, "You can't know yet."
Hermione looked confused. "Err… Okay. Well, can I reset the password?"
The woman nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. Hermione couldn't get over the fact that she looked so much like the woman in the painting. But that woman-her eyes so hollow and blank. In them she saw so much pain. How could a painting show pain?
The woman in the painting clapped her hands, "Dear?"
She snaps her attention back, "Oh, yes, for the pass can you make it 'Curiosity killed me last reincarnation'?"
The woman laughed, "Best one yet dear, and yes, of course I can. Now go and settle down, the feast isn't for another half hour, the first years are late again."
Hermione nodded, stepping into the room and pausing to enjoy the beauty of it. The minute she stepped in, the colors changed from Slytherin to Gryffindor. Laughing to herself, she remembers that the last Head Girl had been a Slytherin. Slightly odd to find a female Slytherin in this place. Her wandering mind stopped to contemplate about whom would occupy the room next to her. She had forgotten to ask Dumbledore of that. Sighing she breaths deeply, surveying the room.
The curtains were red, lined with gold, as was the canopy bed. Her name was already scrawled onto the blanket in cursive, as was the booklet sitting on the table. Flipping through it, she finds journal entries of every Head Girl. Ones dated even before her parents were born!
She was shocked to see that almost every Head Girl and Boy had something between each other. Flipping back, her jaw goes slack, seeing entries from Narcissi Klein! Had this been Draco's mum? Reading it, she sees that indeed, this was Draco's mother.
Dear Journal-
For some reason, Dumbledore has paired me and Lucius. But why? He knows that we're enemies… And that he'd rather see me dead then one of the 'elite' as he states. Oh well… Rumors are he's going to ask a Gryffindor to the ball. Yeah, right. That'd be against his family's stupid traditions… I'm glad he won't be interested in me… Well, kind of anyways. He is cute…
She stopped reading, the words rolling in her head. Draco's mother a Gryffindor? No way was that possible. He was a true pureblood. Attitude and all. So how could his mother have been in this house? Shaking her head, she sets down the booklet. She supposed she could write in it later. Instead of hers. Maybe something she put in it would help another girl in the future. Looking at the time, she rushed through a shower, getting out in record time, and running to the feast just as the first years arrived. She sat in the Head Girl seating at the end of the staffs table. Next to her was the Head Boy's seat, and she was still curious as to who it was. Most would think that she hoped it would be Harry. And she did, but as her brown eyes searched the crowd, there was another face she hoped to see walk up and take the seat beside her.
As the crowd sat, and the year was explained, she waited as the Sorting Hat was placed on each head. When the feast was almost half over, in walked the one other she had been waiting for. In all his glory, Draco walked up to the seat beside her.
Mumbling, she takes a bite, "Fashionably late?"
He makes a point to step on her foot as he moved to get comfortable, "Would you believe me if I tried to say I couldn't find my robes?"
"No," she states bluntly. Eating and watching the crowd, she's brought out of her daze by Dumbledore's booming voice, "And now, to introduce our Head Boy and Girl!" He swished a hand gracefully towards them. "Head Boy this year will be Draco Malfoy!" Draco stood up, Snape and the other Slytherins cheering. "And for our Head Girl, we have Miss Hermione Granger!" She stood up as Draco sat down. Everyone but the Slytherins cheered for her. She could hear Harry yelling to her. Hagrid waved from the other end of the table, cheering with them. He always knew she had it in her. But Draco bothered Hagrid, and only too late will he know just what was bothering him.
Draco caught Potter's eyes, winking to him. Already Potter sensed something was up with Draco, but for the life of him, couldn't tell what. Throughout the rest of the meal, Draco and Harry exchanged meaningful glances, as Hermione was blissfully unaware.
As everyone started drifting out to their houses, Dumbledore patted each of their shoulders, motioning for them to follow. They each stood up, having finally eaten a good meal for once, they follow him to his office. He gestures for them to sit, watching them with a pleased look as they do. Hermione leans back, looking around the office like area. Even though called an office, it was more of an area in which Dumbledore lived.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, sipping off of the hot tea next to him. "Well, congratulations you two. I think this will prove to be an interesting year."
Hermione yawned, "May I be excused?"
Dumbledore nods, watching her. "Did you find the journals?"
Hermione gives an affirmative while Draco looks confused. Dumbledore shrugs, "Go Hermione, I'll explain to him.
Draco looked at him uncertainly. Hermione got up, stretching, "Well, see you around I guess… I've got work to do." She walked out, her tail end swaying. Draco can't help but stare almost hungrily, and turns red, looking back at Dumbledore.
"Quiet a catch…" He starts, watching the young Malfoy for signs of interest.
Draco stiffened, his posture straight, "Nothing that I can be near."
"Harry?" Dumbledore mentions, carelessly stringing a hand through his snow white beard.
Draco's eyes seemed to grow more alive with anger. "I'd rather not talk of him…"
Dumbledore nods, a small twinkle in his eyes. "There's a door linking your rooms… Use it wisely…"
Taking it as a dismissal, he stands, walking out of there as quickly as possible.
Sighing in relief as he reached his quarters, he looked at the man on the front of the portrait. He looked like a Malfoy almost, but older then any Draco knew off hand. The man looked at him, sleepy eyed. "Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy. May I ask what your password will be this year?"
Draco ponders for a while, thinking. "Bucky and Satchel."
The man nodded, the door opening. Everything in the room was green and silver. Draco rolled his eyes. After six or seven years, those colors were quite the bore. He saw the door, on the right side of his room. A bathroom connected to the other side of the room, where the door was cracked. In the center on the side was a king canopy bed. With flowing oak columns, and a daring flash of red stained wood for the top.
He sighed contently, lying on the bed with a deep sigh. He looked up at the top, remembering his last encounter with Hermione. He couldn't help but think of how this had all turned out. If he could take on thing back, it'd be what he had done with her on that night. He knew it had been wrong, but wasn't that what life was about for a Malfoy? Doing wrong things, getting what you wanted out of it, and making the world better for purebloods.
At times, although he'd never admit it, he wanted to just be another stupid mudblood. At least then he wouldn't have to be who he is. He wouldn't be ruled by who he is. He wouldn't have to do what he does. He could be like Potter. Free of what he was expected. Everything. But no. He had to be Draco Malfoy, shut in his own world of family traditions, with deadly prices.
Hermione read from her book quietly, only once glancing up when Draco entered. She didn't care anymore. He had just been playing, and she was with Harry now. So it didn't matter anyways. Although the whole Harry thing still bugged her slightly. It's like, her best friend, was more then a friend.
Draco sat down, looking at her. "So we have a week before classes start?" He asks casually, trying to get some conversation going.
She nods, not really caring about what matters to him.
He sighs, trying again, "So you and Pot-Harry are together now?
She nods again, pretending to ignore him, although really hanging on every word he said, hoping the next one would lead up to something they both could enjoy.
He sighs more aggravated; "You don't love him."
Her head jerks up at this, glaring at him, "What do you know about love Malfoy?"
"I know I love you." He whispers, looking into her deep brown eyes.
Her gaze softened, but only to return to blaze with anger, "Don't even make fun of love Malfoy. One of these days you just might stumble onto it."
With that, she rose up, walking into her rooms, and slamming the door.
Draco, left in the middle room, alone with his blanket, sighed, watching the fire as it slowly died down to the embers. "Women." He grumbles to himself, eyes dancing with the flames.
A/N: The portraits will play a lot in later… Okay, as for the anti mudblood thing between L.M. and Hermione's dad, there is a plot behind it. But you guyz won't find out until Draco does, and it takes him a while to. Hmmm… So, basically a lot of school type stuff. They have a week before school starts, so, yeah, it'll be interesting with Harry and Draco fighting for her attention. There might, well, probably will be a lil cheating involved in the next few chapters. How should Harry react when he finds out? Hurt, mad, wanting revenge, dazed….?
JeanB: I'm glad you finally get it ^^
0: Nothing bad happens to her, maybe a lil confusion...-FS: I'll yell at the team XD *Same person?*
Chels: Hehe, you already knew it was Harry, but still, did you think 'twas a good surprise? I did…
xo-roxynsyncgrl-ox: You'll see soon!
Plastic: It gets better -Manical laughter-
Chapter 13
Hermione sat quietly on the bus. She was deep in thought. Too deep in thought to notice who sat down next to her, which just happened to be Harry. She traced her finger over her cheek, where she last remembered Draco kissing her. She closed her eyes; the feelings that she had felt had not left her.
When she had left her cover of sleep yesterday morning, he was already gone. He left a short curt note, stating that he was at the manor, getting ready for his upcoming debut back at school. She had felt her mood drop then.
Harry looked at her quietly. Should he ask her now? He had to have good timing, or else it was just a loss cause. He desperately wanted her to know that he cared about her. Because he did. Taking his hand, he taps hers gently, watching as she looked at him with a dazed look. "Oh-I didn't notice you Harry. Sorry."
He nodded, understanding. Holding her chin up so she was looking at him, he whispers to her, scared, but confident of himself, "Hermione… Will you be my girlfriend?" Once said, he feels tons better. He couldn't help but wonder if she had a boyfriend. The thought had never bothered him, until he asked her of course.
Just then, Draco peeked around the corner, looking in on the two. He knew it'd be wrong for him to sit with her. Everyone would catch on. But then again…
Hermione caught him looking in. Raising her voice slightly, she nods to Harry, moving closer to him, "Of course I'll be your girl Harry…" She purrs, pulling a Pansy. She knew he was watching. She knew he'd get the message.
Harry hugged her, pulling her onto his lap, oblivious of Draco's watching eyes, "Good, 'cause I love you."
That surprised her, but she didn't let it show on her face. She nodded, kissing his neck and passing a look to Draco that told everything. 'I can do what I want, and you can't stop me. I will fuck with him if I want. And I'll do it just to piss you off.'
Draco turned away, walking back to his own compartment on the train. His face was solid as stone. She had done it on purpose, just to irritate him. Even he had detected the playful look in that glance she had given him when cuddling up to Potter. She would pay. Draco would get even with her. In this game of love, war of seduction, Draco knew his place. He had lost a battle. But he wouldn't lose this war to Potter. Not ever.
The train arrived, and as Hermione stepped off it with the lightest of steps, she raised her hand to her lips. They were still throbbing from Harry's kissing. He had been harsh, but she thought nothing of it. Although, she liked Draco's kisses more. Soft, inviting… Harry's had been demanding, more like an object… She shakes her head, dismissing the thoughts. She didn't want to think like that. Those type of thoughts made her nervous. Made her doubt that she knew her own friend.
Walking with a streak of pride, as she was finally at the top of the school, she walked in, starting towards the common room with her stuff. The feast wouldn't start for a little while, and she needed to rest. After a small conversation with the Fat Lady, she entered, grinning at the fact that they always used last years password before the Head Master choose a new one.
Sitting in the chair near the entrance, was the one and only Dumbledore. He always met her here right before the feast. She sat down before him, watching the ground. He chuckled lightly, watching her. How she had grown. Many of the boys would be paying attention to her now. As she wasn't the small mousy brown hared Gryffindor anymore. She reclined in the chair peacefully, waiting for him to start talking.
"Welcome back." He cleared his throat, "Interesting break I assume?"
She nodded, hoping he didn't realize just how interesting it was. As well as scary, odd, weird, and boring.
He yawned, looking over her with tired eyes. "Like the remodeling? It's only in the main area… We could've used your expertise." She smiles at his comments. Dumbledore had offered her a place in helping with the remodeling, but she had only given him a map to make it easier. They had taken much of her advice, giving Hogwarts a classy Roman look.
Dumbledore quietly took a small sip of his tea, watching her carefully, "You're confused." He puts it more as a statement then as a question.
She nodded, looking away from his intense stare. That was the one unnerving thing about Dumbledore. He always knew. No matter what she did to hide her emotions or thoughts, he always saw right through her.
He patted her hand with his, "There's many people here to talk to. But on another subject, you might want to move your bags. As it seems you won't be staying in this room anymore."
Hermione's head jerked up, eyes showing a bold amount of confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that as from now on, you're Head Girl." He smiled, standing up. "You know where the quarters are. The pass is Idiot. Just give it, she'll let you change it. I already told her to expect you."
Hermione nods, "Her?"
Dumbledore just smiles with sympathy, "You'll know her… when you see her."
She looked confused, nodding, "Thank you sir."
He laughed; "You've more then earned it. Go now, watch your step, the stairs are frisky today."
She dubiously headed out of the room, taking the stairs up to her new rooms. When she finally reached to portrait, she looked at it curiously. The woman on the front of it looked like her, only it was much older. Dreary eyed, the woman nodded to her. "Hello Hermione."
"Hello… What's your name? If you don't mind me asking."
The woman shook her head, "You can't know yet."
Hermione looked confused. "Err… Okay. Well, can I reset the password?"
The woman nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. Hermione couldn't get over the fact that she looked so much like the woman in the painting. But that woman-her eyes so hollow and blank. In them she saw so much pain. How could a painting show pain?
The woman in the painting clapped her hands, "Dear?"
She snaps her attention back, "Oh, yes, for the pass can you make it 'Curiosity killed me last reincarnation'?"
The woman laughed, "Best one yet dear, and yes, of course I can. Now go and settle down, the feast isn't for another half hour, the first years are late again."
Hermione nodded, stepping into the room and pausing to enjoy the beauty of it. The minute she stepped in, the colors changed from Slytherin to Gryffindor. Laughing to herself, she remembers that the last Head Girl had been a Slytherin. Slightly odd to find a female Slytherin in this place. Her wandering mind stopped to contemplate about whom would occupy the room next to her. She had forgotten to ask Dumbledore of that. Sighing she breaths deeply, surveying the room.
The curtains were red, lined with gold, as was the canopy bed. Her name was already scrawled onto the blanket in cursive, as was the booklet sitting on the table. Flipping through it, she finds journal entries of every Head Girl. Ones dated even before her parents were born!
She was shocked to see that almost every Head Girl and Boy had something between each other. Flipping back, her jaw goes slack, seeing entries from Narcissi Klein! Had this been Draco's mum? Reading it, she sees that indeed, this was Draco's mother.
Dear Journal-
For some reason, Dumbledore has paired me and Lucius. But why? He knows that we're enemies… And that he'd rather see me dead then one of the 'elite' as he states. Oh well… Rumors are he's going to ask a Gryffindor to the ball. Yeah, right. That'd be against his family's stupid traditions… I'm glad he won't be interested in me… Well, kind of anyways. He is cute…
She stopped reading, the words rolling in her head. Draco's mother a Gryffindor? No way was that possible. He was a true pureblood. Attitude and all. So how could his mother have been in this house? Shaking her head, she sets down the booklet. She supposed she could write in it later. Instead of hers. Maybe something she put in it would help another girl in the future. Looking at the time, she rushed through a shower, getting out in record time, and running to the feast just as the first years arrived. She sat in the Head Girl seating at the end of the staffs table. Next to her was the Head Boy's seat, and she was still curious as to who it was. Most would think that she hoped it would be Harry. And she did, but as her brown eyes searched the crowd, there was another face she hoped to see walk up and take the seat beside her.
As the crowd sat, and the year was explained, she waited as the Sorting Hat was placed on each head. When the feast was almost half over, in walked the one other she had been waiting for. In all his glory, Draco walked up to the seat beside her.
Mumbling, she takes a bite, "Fashionably late?"
He makes a point to step on her foot as he moved to get comfortable, "Would you believe me if I tried to say I couldn't find my robes?"
"No," she states bluntly. Eating and watching the crowd, she's brought out of her daze by Dumbledore's booming voice, "And now, to introduce our Head Boy and Girl!" He swished a hand gracefully towards them. "Head Boy this year will be Draco Malfoy!" Draco stood up, Snape and the other Slytherins cheering. "And for our Head Girl, we have Miss Hermione Granger!" She stood up as Draco sat down. Everyone but the Slytherins cheered for her. She could hear Harry yelling to her. Hagrid waved from the other end of the table, cheering with them. He always knew she had it in her. But Draco bothered Hagrid, and only too late will he know just what was bothering him.
Draco caught Potter's eyes, winking to him. Already Potter sensed something was up with Draco, but for the life of him, couldn't tell what. Throughout the rest of the meal, Draco and Harry exchanged meaningful glances, as Hermione was blissfully unaware.
As everyone started drifting out to their houses, Dumbledore patted each of their shoulders, motioning for them to follow. They each stood up, having finally eaten a good meal for once, they follow him to his office. He gestures for them to sit, watching them with a pleased look as they do. Hermione leans back, looking around the office like area. Even though called an office, it was more of an area in which Dumbledore lived.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, sipping off of the hot tea next to him. "Well, congratulations you two. I think this will prove to be an interesting year."
Hermione yawned, "May I be excused?"
Dumbledore nods, watching her. "Did you find the journals?"
Hermione gives an affirmative while Draco looks confused. Dumbledore shrugs, "Go Hermione, I'll explain to him.
Draco looked at him uncertainly. Hermione got up, stretching, "Well, see you around I guess… I've got work to do." She walked out, her tail end swaying. Draco can't help but stare almost hungrily, and turns red, looking back at Dumbledore.
"Quiet a catch…" He starts, watching the young Malfoy for signs of interest.
Draco stiffened, his posture straight, "Nothing that I can be near."
"Harry?" Dumbledore mentions, carelessly stringing a hand through his snow white beard.
Draco's eyes seemed to grow more alive with anger. "I'd rather not talk of him…"
Dumbledore nods, a small twinkle in his eyes. "There's a door linking your rooms… Use it wisely…"
Taking it as a dismissal, he stands, walking out of there as quickly as possible.
Sighing in relief as he reached his quarters, he looked at the man on the front of the portrait. He looked like a Malfoy almost, but older then any Draco knew off hand. The man looked at him, sleepy eyed. "Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy. May I ask what your password will be this year?"
Draco ponders for a while, thinking. "Bucky and Satchel."
The man nodded, the door opening. Everything in the room was green and silver. Draco rolled his eyes. After six or seven years, those colors were quite the bore. He saw the door, on the right side of his room. A bathroom connected to the other side of the room, where the door was cracked. In the center on the side was a king canopy bed. With flowing oak columns, and a daring flash of red stained wood for the top.
He sighed contently, lying on the bed with a deep sigh. He looked up at the top, remembering his last encounter with Hermione. He couldn't help but think of how this had all turned out. If he could take on thing back, it'd be what he had done with her on that night. He knew it had been wrong, but wasn't that what life was about for a Malfoy? Doing wrong things, getting what you wanted out of it, and making the world better for purebloods.
At times, although he'd never admit it, he wanted to just be another stupid mudblood. At least then he wouldn't have to be who he is. He wouldn't be ruled by who he is. He wouldn't have to do what he does. He could be like Potter. Free of what he was expected. Everything. But no. He had to be Draco Malfoy, shut in his own world of family traditions, with deadly prices.
Hermione read from her book quietly, only once glancing up when Draco entered. She didn't care anymore. He had just been playing, and she was with Harry now. So it didn't matter anyways. Although the whole Harry thing still bugged her slightly. It's like, her best friend, was more then a friend.
Draco sat down, looking at her. "So we have a week before classes start?" He asks casually, trying to get some conversation going.
She nods, not really caring about what matters to him.
He sighs, trying again, "So you and Pot-Harry are together now?
She nods again, pretending to ignore him, although really hanging on every word he said, hoping the next one would lead up to something they both could enjoy.
He sighs more aggravated; "You don't love him."
Her head jerks up at this, glaring at him, "What do you know about love Malfoy?"
"I know I love you." He whispers, looking into her deep brown eyes.
Her gaze softened, but only to return to blaze with anger, "Don't even make fun of love Malfoy. One of these days you just might stumble onto it."
With that, she rose up, walking into her rooms, and slamming the door.
Draco, left in the middle room, alone with his blanket, sighed, watching the fire as it slowly died down to the embers. "Women." He grumbles to himself, eyes dancing with the flames.
A/N: The portraits will play a lot in later… Okay, as for the anti mudblood thing between L.M. and Hermione's dad, there is a plot behind it. But you guyz won't find out until Draco does, and it takes him a while to. Hmmm… So, basically a lot of school type stuff. They have a week before school starts, so, yeah, it'll be interesting with Harry and Draco fighting for her attention. There might, well, probably will be a lil cheating involved in the next few chapters. How should Harry react when he finds out? Hurt, mad, wanting revenge, dazed….?
JeanB: I'm glad you finally get it ^^
0: Nothing bad happens to her, maybe a lil confusion...-FS: I'll yell at the team XD *Same person?*
Chels: Hehe, you already knew it was Harry, but still, did you think 'twas a good surprise? I did…
xo-roxynsyncgrl-ox: You'll see soon!
Plastic: It gets better -Manical laughter-
