In a World of Chaos
Chapter Two: Searching
Draco wasnt to keen on having to look for Hermione with Harry and Ron. His plan was to go out, pretend to look for her, he'd get away from them and they'd go look for her. Best of both worlds. Except for one problem. Dumbledore saw through this plan and put the three boys together and told them not to kill each other or there would be dire consequences for the survivors.
"Why are we out here checking out ranches, campsites, and parks?" asked a very tired, very hungry, very exasperated Draco.
"Because we know her. If she was hiding out she would be in a place where she had access to the outdoors. She'd also need a tranquil place to think."
"What Ron said is true, but I just had a thought," Harry began.
"Did it hurt?"
"Shut up Malfoy. I'm not sure Hermione would do something like that. Think about it. Death Eaters swarm her house, kill her parents. She would have come to us or been killed herself. She would have made contact by now. Maybe she was kidnapped by Voldermort," Harry explained. As usual Ron shuddered at the mention of the Dark Lord's name.
"No that doesnt work," Draco began, "Judging by the dates given, I would have heard about it. As I told Dumbledore, my mother informed me of all the Dark Lord's happenings up until I ran away. She would have bragged about Potter's mudblood girlfriend being their newest prisnor. I cant believe I'm going to say this, but I agree with Weasley's theory of her hiding out in the country. Wouldnt we cover more ground if we split up?"
"Yeah he's got a point. Just Draco remember to try to blend in with the muggles. You too Ron." The boy's nodded and spilt up.
Finally Draco got to execute his plan. An afternoon without Scarhead and Weasle. As much as he hated muggles, he loved their little cities. Something about them just captivated him. He strolled down the sidewalk, looking in the windows of all the little shops.
Someone caught his eye in a little corner cafe. A girl. With long straight sleek hair with an impeccable shine. She wore headphones over her ears and a white long sleeved shirt with bell sleeves. He could see a red skirt under the table. She was sipping a latte and doodling on a napkin.
He walked into the shop and sat down at her table. He sat across from her table and looked into her eyes. She looked him over, taking his image in. Without a word she dropped her pen, left some money on the table and walked out of the cafe.
He got up to follow her but she was lost in the crowd.
As the day went on Draco couldnt get that girl off his mind. Her deep purple eyes. Purple wasnt a natural colour, clearly they were what muggles call contacts. He knew he'd seen those eyes before, odviously not purple, he would have rememebered that, what was they're natural colour? It would drive him mad.
Glistening purple gems
Staring into me
Staring through me
A goddess in white and red
Sits before me
Her haid shining
She walks away
I dont even know her name
Who she is or anything
I've got to find her
My mystery goddess
Draco met up with Harry and Ron that evening. They were spending the night on a camp ground, Ron brought along the tent.
That night they sat around a camp fire, talking, "What are we spose to do now? Stay up all night and swap manly stories."
"You know Malfoy we could do without the sarcasm."
"Well odviously no one found Hermione but how was the search? See anything interesting?"
"Besides a city packed with muggles?"
"Malfoy she would be in more country like areas. Not city. Hermione= rual. Not urban."
"Dont get you're knickers in a knott Potter. While I was there I got a list of all the resorts, ranches, and stuff like that."
"Oh."
"Yes oh. Dont underestimate Draco Malfoy."
"See any interesting sites?"
His thoughts immdiately went to the girl in the cafe. But he decided to avoid telling them. He was Draco Malfoy, why should he bother telling them anything? "Unless you count a town full of filthy muggles a good site."
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Strumming around on a guitar Hermione entertained herself for hours. She had never learned how to play, but just toying around with it she would sing herself songs she just made up. She would always remember to write them down whenever she made a new one.
Music was her thing now. No longer just about the books. Now it was about the beauty of song. And if her plan to enchant a stereo backfired on her, she still had her guitar and would have to provide her own entertainment.
It was just a matter of time before summer was over and a return to Hogwarts would be made. She wasnt looking forward to her return. She was quite enjoying her solitude. The ability to do what she wanted, when she wanted.But that couldnt go on forever.
She would be found sooner or later she knew it. Harry and Ron eventually would notice her absence. They could be such pests sometimes. Taking a handfull of floo powder from the mantle she threw it into the flames. "Dumbledore's office." She stepped into the flames.
To Dumbledore's shock and delight a girl stepped out of his fire place. She had a guitar slung over her shoulder, denim flared pants, a blue tank top with a denim jacket on. Her straight hair was a long sleek honey colour. Her eyes were a dazzling purple.
"Professor Dumbledore," she began.
"May I help you miss?"
"Its me. Hermione Granger."
"Miss Granger. We've been terribly worried about you."
"Didnt seem so worried when I called you for help the night my parents were killed. Nor Headquaters, nor the Weasley's nor anyone."
"We are quite sorry Miss Granger we never meant for any of this to happen. I can assure you that. Where have you been?"
"Thats for me to know. If you have anybody searching for me, call them off. I do not wish to be found. Not yet anyway. I plan to stay away until school starts."
"Will you be returning?"
"Yes."
"Then I am pleased to infrom you that you area the school's next Head Girl. (AN: No surprise there) Here's your badge and a list of books required for the school year."
"Thank you sir," she accepted the badgeand list and threw more floo powder into the fire, "Hideaway," she stepped in and disappeared.
AN: There you have chapter two. Sorry about any spelling or grammer mistakes, my spell check only goes so far considering the crappy program I have to use messes up a lot.
Disclaimer: If I owned Potter or anything potter that didnt belong in a garden I would write books, not fan fiction.