A/N: Well, this update is LONG over-due. I was thinking about abandoning this
fic, but I'm not too sure yet. I wanted to go back and fix stuff, but I'm far
too lazy to do that, and people who have read it before would get confused, I'm
sure. That's what I get for writing a story and making it up as I go. Anyways,
that's all I'm going to write for now in the Author Note.
Disclaimer: I dis the claim of Harry Potter.
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Ignore the voices for now. The headache doesn't agree with the chatter and
banter this morning from the other students. Stab that sunny-side up egg in
boredom and frustration. Yes! Just like that. Now watch it's little yolky,
yellow guts flow out like an external wound. Disturbing thoughts. Now it's time
to insert that evil laughter right here...
Hermione's head fell into her hands. Too much of this thing called thinking.
Must stop that for a while. She rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the pain.
She needed to find out things. As to the whereabouts of her little sister. She
had no clues. No leads. She only knew that she was indeed living. How was she
going to find something like that out? Maybe Dumbledore could help. She was sure
he had some sort of contraption that could trace witches and wizards.
"But I don't know if she's a witch or not..." Hermione mumbled out loud. Harry
and Ron turned to look at her in a strange way.
"Now that I think about it, I don't think Pansy is a witch, either. I mean, have
you ever seen her do anything?" Ron snickered along with some other Gryffindors.
Hermione blinked in confusion for a second, not having a clue what they were
talking about. She stood up suddenly. The headache was just too much for her
right now.
"I'm going to head to the library. I have to look something up really quick.
I'll see you guys at class." She left quickly with several confused eyes on her
back. Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged. Usual Hermione. At least
she was starting to act a bit more normal now.
In all truth, she really wasn't going to the library. She just couldn't
concentrate on anything when she had a headache. Saying she was going into the
medical wing would just make Harry and Ron jump up and escort and fuss over her.
She loved how her friends cared about her like that, but she just didn't like
worrying them over a silly headache. Let them enjoy their breakfast, she thought
with a small smile.
Turning a corner quickly resulted in brushing up against none other than Draco
Malfoy. Her mind thought it was either bad luck or clichéd. She didn't really
care at the moment, so kept on walking even when she heard "Watch where you're
going, beaver!" from the pale boy.
Draco sneered at her when she just ignored him. Everyone knew a Malfoy loved
being the center of attention, so of course he was annoyed. "What's wrong,
Mudblood? Angry that you lost that little popularity bet? Such a sore loser." he
smirked.
"You make lousy bets. It's off." Hermione said in an even tone and kept walking.
Draco blinked, and then his face turned into a scowl. He started walking after
her.
"I knew you couldn't do it." He grinned evilly. "Poor little Granger will never
be popular."
"If being popular means being a stuck up little prat for the rest of my time
here, then I'd rather not. It's pointless. What's being popular going to get me
after I leave here? Nothing. It won't be important. I'm not going to put on a
resumé 'Most popular at Hogwarts'. You can, if you want to. Oh, wait. Maybe that
would be 'Biggest Male Slut at Howarts'. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got
something better to do than sniff your constant ass air." Her pace fastened
while leaving Malfoy standing there, gaping at her.
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A hollow clanking noise could be heard in the other room. The sound of papers
being rustled around. A slight creaking noise each time she swung her leg back
and forth. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office with a small green vial, handing
it toward Hermione.
"Here you are, dear. This should get that nasty headache to go away for you
quickly." She said with a small smile and watched as Hermione tilt the vial up,
drinking all of it's contents. Hermione covered her mouth with one hand while
she coughed and used the other to hand the empty vial back over.
"It doesn't taste that great, but in a few minutes it'll be worth it. You can go
whenever you're ready." The nurse said while washing the vial out in a nearby
sink.
"Thank you very much. My head was killing me, and I didn't want to get
distracted from my classes." Hermione said while picking up her backpack, and
slinging it over her shoulder.
"You're welcome, Miss Granger." Hermione nodded and left. She sighed happily
when she could feel the headache gradually fading away.
"Finally...", she muttered and headed off to her next class. Charms with the
Slytherins. Yay.
+++
Almost two hours later the Charms class came out relatively unharmed. Neville's
hair was sticking up at odd angles caused by a static blast from Malfoy's wand.
He kept trying to flatten it down while Malfoy's little group kept snickering at
him. Hermione sighed, and with a wave from her wand his hair was normal. Draco
stopped laughing and looked at the two Gryffindor's angrily.
"Thanks, Hermione." Neville said, then glanced at Draco's murderous glare. "Uh,
I'll see you later, Hermione! Bye!" And scurried off in a hurry.
"Er...you're welcome?" She said, slightly confused. She turned to look at the
snickering Malfoy, and then he sneered at her. She rolled her eyes and walked
off. "Ignorant fool...", she muttered.
"What did you say to my Draco, Mudblood?" Pansy screeched. Harry and Ron turned
from talking to Dean and Seamus about Quidditch to look at Pansy venomously.
"What did you ca--" Ron started, but Hermione stopped him.
"Is that all you can say? No, seriously. It's always 'Mudblood! Mudblood!
Mudblood!'! You have to be sick of saying that by now, and if you don't then
that's just pitiful. That word doesn't effect me anymore." Everyone stared at in
surprise as she went on. "You don't hear me going around saying 'Pureblood!'. If
Purebloods are so much better than me, how come I'm getting the best grades
Hogwarts has ever seen, hmm? Oh, dear. A little 'Mudblood' is getting higher
grades than all the snotty, stuck up Purebloods. I bet that if any of your
parents found out, they'd be furious." She then smirked at Malfoy. "Isn't that
right?" His eyes bugged out at her. "Yes, I thought so. Be pissed at me all you
want, but deep down you know I'm right." She turned around and walked away.
Everyone's jaw was dropped.
"What the hell just happened here?" Lavendar asked Parvati as they walked up and
saw Harry and Ron chase after Hermione and the small group of Slytherin's with
evident shock and anger on their faces. Parvatri shrugged and they kept going
by.
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"Whoa, Hermione! Where did that come from?" Harry asked in a shocked voice, when
they caught up with her.
"Seriously! I've never seen Malfoy so shocked before!" Ron stated excitedly.
Hermione shook her head.
"I'm just sick of it. Sick of the fighting between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
It's just pointless. It's alright to have a small spat over something meaningful
once in a while, but it always has to be over nothing. I'm sick of fighting. I'm
not going to do it anymore." Hermione said with a sigh. "Plus I'm just annoyed
because I'm trying to find something out, but I don't know where to look for
it."
"Just look in the library. That's what you always do." Harry said as if it was
the simplest thing in the world.
"It's not something I'd find in a book. I'm..." Hermione thought carefully. "I'm
trying to look for one of my relatives. I don't know how to go about looking for
them. I don't even know where to start."
"We could go to Dumbledore..." Ron started, but Hermione shook her head.
"She's not a witch." Hermione thought. "At least I don't think she is..." She
looked up and realized they were standing in front of the Fat Lady painting.
"How come you didn't tell us before?" Harry asked.
"I...thought she was dead." Harry and Ron gave a soft 'Oh.'
"What happened? I mean...why did you think your relative was dead?" Ron asked
carefully, trying to not make her upset.
"We don't know what happened. She was there one minute and just...gone the
next." She looked down at the floor, thinking back to the day Margo went
missing.
Her parents were lonely because Hermione wasn't there much for them to take care
of her. Her mother mainly missed being the one to pamper her only child.
Hermione had always wanted a little sibling, but after she was born her mother
became barren and could no longer have anymore children. It made her go into a
depression, but with her baby Hermione, the sad look on her face was replaced
with a happy one whenever she looked into her child's chubby little face. After
Hermione had grown up and left for Hogwarts, her mother was somewhat sad once
again. Over the years it only got worse, so her father came up with the idea of
adoption. She still remembered the look on her mothers face. It was so bright
and beautiful. Whatever made her happy, made all of them happy. Her father
called the nearest adoption agency to let them know they were interested.
Hermione went with them to their appointment to get to know some of the
children. They all immediately fell in love with one little girl. Long brown
curls, hazel eyes, and a beautiful little face. Her name was Margot. Hermione's
mother said she was like a 'little Hermione'. They filled out the paperwork and
waited anxiously. Later that week one of the Adoption Agency's workers came over
to check the stability of the household, and after deeming the family suitable,
brought Margot over. Hermione showed her her new room. "I hope you like it." She
remembered saying to Margot. Margot was only two years old, so she was excited
by the room with a youth bed and a lot of toys to play with. Margot ran up to
her Hermione with a hug and said " 'Hank you, Hi-mi-nee!", then ran off to
explore her room. Their mother came up behind her and said "She's so adorable."
Hermione kept looking at Margot with a smile and said "Yes. I'm glad we did
this. Now you'll have someone else to spoil."
It had been a nice sunny day out last summer. Nice, green trees swaying in the
warm breeze. The beautiful sound of the leaves brushing against each other
smoothly was like a song to Hermione's ears. She hadn't told Harry or Ron yet
about the newest addition to her family. She planned on owling each of them
later on that afternoon about her new sister. Maybe even ask them over to meet
her, if they weren't too busy. Snapping herself from her thoughts, she went back
to what she was doing. Her and Margot were out in the backyard, trying to set up
a little inflatable pool that they had gotten. Well, more like Hermione was.
Margot was running around the yard, trying to catch Crookshanks. She heard a
small 'pop' noise and then Margot laugh.
"Make sure you don't hurt yourself Margot." Crookshanks started meowing and
nudging Hermione. "Hold on, I'll feed you in a few minute." Ten minutes later
the pool was blown up, and it was starting to fill up with water. She stood up,
hands on her hips, and held a triumphant look.
"Margot! The pool is almost done!" She turned around, but didn't see her. She
saw Crookshanks still standing by her feet. Her eyes started to frantically dart
everywhere.
"Margot! Margot, stop playing hide and seek! Come on out!" She looked behind the
tree, under the lawn furniture, behind the bush. She checked the fence gat and
it was still locked securely.
"Maybe she went inside." She slid the glass door aside and walked in with
Crookshanks right behind her.
"Mum! Mum! Did Margot come in here?"
Her mother's head poked from out of the kitchen. "No. I don't think so."
Hermione paniced.
"Oh, no! Mum! I can't find Margot!" She yelled shakily.
"Clam down, Hermione. I'll check down here, you go look upstairs. She might have
come in without my noticing and went to play in her room." Hermione nodded and
ran upstairs. She looked in all of the rooms, searching them up and down. She
wasn't anywhere. "Mum! Is she downstairs?"
"No! Oh, no...where is she?" She met her mother at the bottom of the stairs.
"Did she get out of the gate?"
"No. I made sure it was locked before-hand and I checked and it was still
locked!"
"Did you see or hear anything unusual?"
Hermione shook her head, then stopped. "There was a pop noise...wait..." Her
eyes widened in horror. "Somebody took her! Mum, somebody took her and it's all
my fault!"
"Someone took her? But you were right there!"
"Not just anybody! It was a wizard! Or a witch...I've heard that noise so many
times before!" God, why didn't I just turn around!? I had to be distracted by a
stupid pool! "Somebody apparated in our yard and took her. They had to have. We
have to notify the Ministry. Regular muggle police won't be able to solve this,
and they'll think we did something to her."
Weeks went by, and there was still no word. She'd get an owl every now and then
from the Ministry, telling her family that they were trying all they could, but
it was hard because the child was of non-magical abilities, and they didn't have
any suspects.
Later on they had gotten the terrible news. A muggle had found the charred
remains of a small child. The muggle had that part of his memory erased before
he could report his find to the police. Hermione and her parents prayed and
hoped that it wasn't her, only to be heart-broken and shattered to find out they
had confirmed the remains to be that of Margot Soya Granger.
"I still don't know why I never told you guys...I guess I just wanted to
forget." Hermione sobbed, wiping her tears away. Ron and Harry both hugged her
akwardly.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione." Harry said while patting her hair down.
"We'll help you, 'Mione. We'll help you find Margot." Ron said, trying to
comfort his best friend. They both broke away from her.
"C'mon. We'll talk about this later. We can wait for you here, if you want to
freshen up. Dinner is in a few minutes. Maybe food'll take your mind off
things." Harry glared at Ron. "What?" He asked, obvlivious.
"Is food the only thing you ever think about? Honestly." Hermione said
sarcastically, but in a good way. "I'll be right back."
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Light eyelashed fluttered up, no longer shielding the grey pools of water.
Feeling a new emotion was foriegn to him, though he seemed to know what it was.
Pity.
He pitied Granger. Even she didn't deserve that. No one did.
Draco Malfoy pushed himself off of the stone wall he was leaning against in
Gryffindor Tower and left.
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A/N: Short chapter, yes. I was having a hard time with a few things. I have a
bad memory, so if I mess something up in this fic, then...either tell me or
ignore it. I'm also starting another Hermione/Draco fic. It's not posted up yet.
I've got a general idea of what I'm going to do. Let's just hope that if I DO
post it up, I'll actually finish it.
Thanks to all that have reviewed and bugged the shit out of me to update this
fic. *grins and snickers*
pink-lemonade-86
fic, but I'm not too sure yet. I wanted to go back and fix stuff, but I'm far
too lazy to do that, and people who have read it before would get confused, I'm
sure. That's what I get for writing a story and making it up as I go. Anyways,
that's all I'm going to write for now in the Author Note.
Disclaimer: I dis the claim of Harry Potter.
+++
Ignore the voices for now. The headache doesn't agree with the chatter and
banter this morning from the other students. Stab that sunny-side up egg in
boredom and frustration. Yes! Just like that. Now watch it's little yolky,
yellow guts flow out like an external wound. Disturbing thoughts. Now it's time
to insert that evil laughter right here...
Hermione's head fell into her hands. Too much of this thing called thinking.
Must stop that for a while. She rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the pain.
She needed to find out things. As to the whereabouts of her little sister. She
had no clues. No leads. She only knew that she was indeed living. How was she
going to find something like that out? Maybe Dumbledore could help. She was sure
he had some sort of contraption that could trace witches and wizards.
"But I don't know if she's a witch or not..." Hermione mumbled out loud. Harry
and Ron turned to look at her in a strange way.
"Now that I think about it, I don't think Pansy is a witch, either. I mean, have
you ever seen her do anything?" Ron snickered along with some other Gryffindors.
Hermione blinked in confusion for a second, not having a clue what they were
talking about. She stood up suddenly. The headache was just too much for her
right now.
"I'm going to head to the library. I have to look something up really quick.
I'll see you guys at class." She left quickly with several confused eyes on her
back. Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged. Usual Hermione. At least
she was starting to act a bit more normal now.
In all truth, she really wasn't going to the library. She just couldn't
concentrate on anything when she had a headache. Saying she was going into the
medical wing would just make Harry and Ron jump up and escort and fuss over her.
She loved how her friends cared about her like that, but she just didn't like
worrying them over a silly headache. Let them enjoy their breakfast, she thought
with a small smile.
Turning a corner quickly resulted in brushing up against none other than Draco
Malfoy. Her mind thought it was either bad luck or clichéd. She didn't really
care at the moment, so kept on walking even when she heard "Watch where you're
going, beaver!" from the pale boy.
Draco sneered at her when she just ignored him. Everyone knew a Malfoy loved
being the center of attention, so of course he was annoyed. "What's wrong,
Mudblood? Angry that you lost that little popularity bet? Such a sore loser." he
smirked.
"You make lousy bets. It's off." Hermione said in an even tone and kept walking.
Draco blinked, and then his face turned into a scowl. He started walking after
her.
"I knew you couldn't do it." He grinned evilly. "Poor little Granger will never
be popular."
"If being popular means being a stuck up little prat for the rest of my time
here, then I'd rather not. It's pointless. What's being popular going to get me
after I leave here? Nothing. It won't be important. I'm not going to put on a
resumé 'Most popular at Hogwarts'. You can, if you want to. Oh, wait. Maybe that
would be 'Biggest Male Slut at Howarts'. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got
something better to do than sniff your constant ass air." Her pace fastened
while leaving Malfoy standing there, gaping at her.
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A hollow clanking noise could be heard in the other room. The sound of papers
being rustled around. A slight creaking noise each time she swung her leg back
and forth. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office with a small green vial, handing
it toward Hermione.
"Here you are, dear. This should get that nasty headache to go away for you
quickly." She said with a small smile and watched as Hermione tilt the vial up,
drinking all of it's contents. Hermione covered her mouth with one hand while
she coughed and used the other to hand the empty vial back over.
"It doesn't taste that great, but in a few minutes it'll be worth it. You can go
whenever you're ready." The nurse said while washing the vial out in a nearby
sink.
"Thank you very much. My head was killing me, and I didn't want to get
distracted from my classes." Hermione said while picking up her backpack, and
slinging it over her shoulder.
"You're welcome, Miss Granger." Hermione nodded and left. She sighed happily
when she could feel the headache gradually fading away.
"Finally...", she muttered and headed off to her next class. Charms with the
Slytherins. Yay.
+++
Almost two hours later the Charms class came out relatively unharmed. Neville's
hair was sticking up at odd angles caused by a static blast from Malfoy's wand.
He kept trying to flatten it down while Malfoy's little group kept snickering at
him. Hermione sighed, and with a wave from her wand his hair was normal. Draco
stopped laughing and looked at the two Gryffindor's angrily.
"Thanks, Hermione." Neville said, then glanced at Draco's murderous glare. "Uh,
I'll see you later, Hermione! Bye!" And scurried off in a hurry.
"Er...you're welcome?" She said, slightly confused. She turned to look at the
snickering Malfoy, and then he sneered at her. She rolled her eyes and walked
off. "Ignorant fool...", she muttered.
"What did you say to my Draco, Mudblood?" Pansy screeched. Harry and Ron turned
from talking to Dean and Seamus about Quidditch to look at Pansy venomously.
"What did you ca--" Ron started, but Hermione stopped him.
"Is that all you can say? No, seriously. It's always 'Mudblood! Mudblood!
Mudblood!'! You have to be sick of saying that by now, and if you don't then
that's just pitiful. That word doesn't effect me anymore." Everyone stared at in
surprise as she went on. "You don't hear me going around saying 'Pureblood!'. If
Purebloods are so much better than me, how come I'm getting the best grades
Hogwarts has ever seen, hmm? Oh, dear. A little 'Mudblood' is getting higher
grades than all the snotty, stuck up Purebloods. I bet that if any of your
parents found out, they'd be furious." She then smirked at Malfoy. "Isn't that
right?" His eyes bugged out at her. "Yes, I thought so. Be pissed at me all you
want, but deep down you know I'm right." She turned around and walked away.
Everyone's jaw was dropped.
"What the hell just happened here?" Lavendar asked Parvati as they walked up and
saw Harry and Ron chase after Hermione and the small group of Slytherin's with
evident shock and anger on their faces. Parvatri shrugged and they kept going
by.
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"Whoa, Hermione! Where did that come from?" Harry asked in a shocked voice, when
they caught up with her.
"Seriously! I've never seen Malfoy so shocked before!" Ron stated excitedly.
Hermione shook her head.
"I'm just sick of it. Sick of the fighting between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
It's just pointless. It's alright to have a small spat over something meaningful
once in a while, but it always has to be over nothing. I'm sick of fighting. I'm
not going to do it anymore." Hermione said with a sigh. "Plus I'm just annoyed
because I'm trying to find something out, but I don't know where to look for
it."
"Just look in the library. That's what you always do." Harry said as if it was
the simplest thing in the world.
"It's not something I'd find in a book. I'm..." Hermione thought carefully. "I'm
trying to look for one of my relatives. I don't know how to go about looking for
them. I don't even know where to start."
"We could go to Dumbledore..." Ron started, but Hermione shook her head.
"She's not a witch." Hermione thought. "At least I don't think she is..." She
looked up and realized they were standing in front of the Fat Lady painting.
"How come you didn't tell us before?" Harry asked.
"I...thought she was dead." Harry and Ron gave a soft 'Oh.'
"What happened? I mean...why did you think your relative was dead?" Ron asked
carefully, trying to not make her upset.
"We don't know what happened. She was there one minute and just...gone the
next." She looked down at the floor, thinking back to the day Margo went
missing.
Her parents were lonely because Hermione wasn't there much for them to take care
of her. Her mother mainly missed being the one to pamper her only child.
Hermione had always wanted a little sibling, but after she was born her mother
became barren and could no longer have anymore children. It made her go into a
depression, but with her baby Hermione, the sad look on her face was replaced
with a happy one whenever she looked into her child's chubby little face. After
Hermione had grown up and left for Hogwarts, her mother was somewhat sad once
again. Over the years it only got worse, so her father came up with the idea of
adoption. She still remembered the look on her mothers face. It was so bright
and beautiful. Whatever made her happy, made all of them happy. Her father
called the nearest adoption agency to let them know they were interested.
Hermione went with them to their appointment to get to know some of the
children. They all immediately fell in love with one little girl. Long brown
curls, hazel eyes, and a beautiful little face. Her name was Margot. Hermione's
mother said she was like a 'little Hermione'. They filled out the paperwork and
waited anxiously. Later that week one of the Adoption Agency's workers came over
to check the stability of the household, and after deeming the family suitable,
brought Margot over. Hermione showed her her new room. "I hope you like it." She
remembered saying to Margot. Margot was only two years old, so she was excited
by the room with a youth bed and a lot of toys to play with. Margot ran up to
her Hermione with a hug and said " 'Hank you, Hi-mi-nee!", then ran off to
explore her room. Their mother came up behind her and said "She's so adorable."
Hermione kept looking at Margot with a smile and said "Yes. I'm glad we did
this. Now you'll have someone else to spoil."
It had been a nice sunny day out last summer. Nice, green trees swaying in the
warm breeze. The beautiful sound of the leaves brushing against each other
smoothly was like a song to Hermione's ears. She hadn't told Harry or Ron yet
about the newest addition to her family. She planned on owling each of them
later on that afternoon about her new sister. Maybe even ask them over to meet
her, if they weren't too busy. Snapping herself from her thoughts, she went back
to what she was doing. Her and Margot were out in the backyard, trying to set up
a little inflatable pool that they had gotten. Well, more like Hermione was.
Margot was running around the yard, trying to catch Crookshanks. She heard a
small 'pop' noise and then Margot laugh.
"Make sure you don't hurt yourself Margot." Crookshanks started meowing and
nudging Hermione. "Hold on, I'll feed you in a few minute." Ten minutes later
the pool was blown up, and it was starting to fill up with water. She stood up,
hands on her hips, and held a triumphant look.
"Margot! The pool is almost done!" She turned around, but didn't see her. She
saw Crookshanks still standing by her feet. Her eyes started to frantically dart
everywhere.
"Margot! Margot, stop playing hide and seek! Come on out!" She looked behind the
tree, under the lawn furniture, behind the bush. She checked the fence gat and
it was still locked securely.
"Maybe she went inside." She slid the glass door aside and walked in with
Crookshanks right behind her.
"Mum! Mum! Did Margot come in here?"
Her mother's head poked from out of the kitchen. "No. I don't think so."
Hermione paniced.
"Oh, no! Mum! I can't find Margot!" She yelled shakily.
"Clam down, Hermione. I'll check down here, you go look upstairs. She might have
come in without my noticing and went to play in her room." Hermione nodded and
ran upstairs. She looked in all of the rooms, searching them up and down. She
wasn't anywhere. "Mum! Is she downstairs?"
"No! Oh, no...where is she?" She met her mother at the bottom of the stairs.
"Did she get out of the gate?"
"No. I made sure it was locked before-hand and I checked and it was still
locked!"
"Did you see or hear anything unusual?"
Hermione shook her head, then stopped. "There was a pop noise...wait..." Her
eyes widened in horror. "Somebody took her! Mum, somebody took her and it's all
my fault!"
"Someone took her? But you were right there!"
"Not just anybody! It was a wizard! Or a witch...I've heard that noise so many
times before!" God, why didn't I just turn around!? I had to be distracted by a
stupid pool! "Somebody apparated in our yard and took her. They had to have. We
have to notify the Ministry. Regular muggle police won't be able to solve this,
and they'll think we did something to her."
Weeks went by, and there was still no word. She'd get an owl every now and then
from the Ministry, telling her family that they were trying all they could, but
it was hard because the child was of non-magical abilities, and they didn't have
any suspects.
Later on they had gotten the terrible news. A muggle had found the charred
remains of a small child. The muggle had that part of his memory erased before
he could report his find to the police. Hermione and her parents prayed and
hoped that it wasn't her, only to be heart-broken and shattered to find out they
had confirmed the remains to be that of Margot Soya Granger.
"I still don't know why I never told you guys...I guess I just wanted to
forget." Hermione sobbed, wiping her tears away. Ron and Harry both hugged her
akwardly.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione." Harry said while patting her hair down.
"We'll help you, 'Mione. We'll help you find Margot." Ron said, trying to
comfort his best friend. They both broke away from her.
"C'mon. We'll talk about this later. We can wait for you here, if you want to
freshen up. Dinner is in a few minutes. Maybe food'll take your mind off
things." Harry glared at Ron. "What?" He asked, obvlivious.
"Is food the only thing you ever think about? Honestly." Hermione said
sarcastically, but in a good way. "I'll be right back."
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Light eyelashed fluttered up, no longer shielding the grey pools of water.
Feeling a new emotion was foriegn to him, though he seemed to know what it was.
Pity.
He pitied Granger. Even she didn't deserve that. No one did.
Draco Malfoy pushed himself off of the stone wall he was leaning against in
Gryffindor Tower and left.
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A/N: Short chapter, yes. I was having a hard time with a few things. I have a
bad memory, so if I mess something up in this fic, then...either tell me or
ignore it. I'm also starting another Hermione/Draco fic. It's not posted up yet.
I've got a general idea of what I'm going to do. Let's just hope that if I DO
post it up, I'll actually finish it.
Thanks to all that have reviewed and bugged the shit out of me to update this
fic. *grins and snickers*
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