Title: The Bermuda Triangle

Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?

Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…

Author: Silver Sparklze

Started: 7th September 2003

Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!

Hermione ignored the knock at the door; she was far too busy trying not to laugh at what one of the students had said.

"Uh…gonna get that Hermione?" Melisande asked.

"Can you?"

"Sure." Melisande walked over to the door, and opened it. Her next words made Hermione freeze. "What do you want, macho barbie?"

"I need to speak to Hermione urgently."

"I don't want to speak to him, Melisande." Hermione said loudly. "Now, if you will all turn to page twenty-three, I will begin the lesson."

"Hermione, it's to do with that boggart." Draco said, trying to push past Melisande into the room.

"What boggart? I don't remember any boggart. Now, the Selkie Rebellion of 1546 was one of the…strangest battles ever fought. It all started over the fact that Selkies were not allowed to wed mortals, either magical or muggle. One Selkie; Xavier Ularin fell in love with a mortal girl, a muggle nonetheless, named Sidra Omara."

"Hermione, it has to do with Jillian." Draco said finally.

"Melisande, can you tell the class a bit more about the rebellion while I deal with Malfoy's intrusion?" Hermione asked sweetly. Melisande gave her a look that said, 'And who tightened your bra?' before nodding.

Hermione swept out, and closed the door behind her.

"Well?" She asked, lounging against the door. Wordlessly, Draco handed her the letter. Hermione opened it, and they read it together.

'Draco,'

It began,

'As you have no doubt guessed by now, I read about your little "secret" in the Prophet. I am not pleased. I cannot believe that you would be so stupid as to knock up the mudblood slut, nor so idiotic as to fall for her gold-digging wiles in the first place. Nevertheless, I am glad to hear that you dumped her.

Where did I hear this, you might ask. Well, certainly not from your little mistake. She's as close-mouthed as her mother. But she looks rather like Narcissa. You know what the tradition is in situations like these. You have to come and kill her, once Lord Voldemort has finished being entertained by her; if you get my drift. I'll see you later. Oh, and be sure to tell the mudblood in graphic detail about the murder.

Your Father,

Lucius.'

Hermione choked back a sob.

"Oh my god," She whispered, "Jillian!" She dissolved into tears, and Draco reached out to hold her, only to have her shrink away from him. "Don't." She said, "I couldn't bear it if you treated me so again."

"Hermione?" Draco was confused.

"And you gave up all rights to calling me by my Christian name when you left me alone in my bed, feeling like a bloody whore."

"Oh…Hermione…I would never want to do that." Draco said softly. "I thought you wouldn't want me to be beside you when you awoke. I thought you might regret last night."

"Do you?" Hermione asked fiercely, raising her head to stare into Draco's eyes.

"No, I could never, ever regret it. I lo – like you…a lot…"

"Oh." Hermione lowered her eyes, and looked at the ground. "I like you too. Excuse me, I have to get back to the class." She slipped through the door, shutting it firmly in his face.

"Now what did I do?" Draco wondered aloud. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. This stinks. He thought. He swept away, and, moments later, and black and white cat was stalking down the corridor.

Jillian bit her lip, and was surprised that it didn't hurt. Compared to her other injuries, it was nothing. Her whole body ached. Every single muscle was sore. She'd never actually known how many muscles there were in the body, and now that they all pained, she knew, way too many.

"Feel like talking yet?" Lucius was back.

"No. But if I do, I'll be sure to inform you." Jillian snapped.

"Don't be smart, Granger. Just because we're related doesn't mean I have any qualms about torturing you."

"I wouldn't expect it. I think – no, I know I'd feel the same if it was you chained to the wall and not me." Jillian retorted. She faced his furious gaze, and just managed not to flinch as his hand shot out and slapped her. "That was pretty pathetic." She told him, "I've had cat fights with girls who've slapped harder." Lucius opened his mouth, and was about to reply, when that repulsive little rat/man who'd brought her here.

"M-M-Malfoy, the D-D-Dark L-L-Lord w-w-wants y-y-you." He stammered.

"His name's Voldemort." Jillian informed him. The rat/man flinched, and walked out. Lucius turned back to Jillian.

"I haven't finished with you yet." He hissed. "I'll be back." Jillian smirked.

"I'm looking forward to it." She replied sarcastically.

More Author's Notes:

Thanks to these reviewers;

Skyleia: thanks. I'm glad you like it.

Lgobgirlie15: yes, things are getting a bit hotter between Hermione and Draco, aren't they? As for Jillian coming back…wait and see…or beg me for the details. *cackles* lol.

Swish Willow Wand: you obey my every command? Goodie. Go and fetch the pink elephants and the mechanical imps! *finishes reading* Oh…damn…thanks for the review ^_^.

The Great Muses: have I mentioned Narcissa? Of course not. Why would you think Narcissa would save her?

Skittles713: 'sok. Just don't do it again ^_^. Good luck with your homework, I feel your pain, I'm in year 11 now. I don't like Pettigrew or Lucius either. Don't worry, we get to see Lucius all patheticness…but not Pettigrew, so I'll just have to give him his just deserts in the sequel.

Emma13: thanks, glad you liked it.

Ack, yet another short chapter. I will, however, make up for it…REALLY! I MEAN IT!

Ginny: As if.

Hermione: You're a lazy sod, and we all know it.

Me: Shh, they don't have to know that!

Harry: Well they do now.

Jillian: I just have one question; WHEN AM I GONNA GET AWAY FROM THAT BLOODY GIT OF A GRANDFATHER?!

Lucius: Hey! I resent that! I'm a nice guy!

*Gets blank looks from all*

Lucius: Well I could be! If I wanted to I could!

Thought of the week; I wonder, are crop circles the work of cereal killers?

Tune in next week, same bat time, same bat channel.