Dumbledore sat at his desk, his head in his hands. This, he certainly had not been expecting. He wasn't aware that Voldemort had ever had an offspring. It made sense. Hermione was too powerful to have come from a Muggle family. It was a known fact that the most powerful witches and wizards were from Pureblood, or at least Halfblood ancestry.
There were several questions that needed answering. First, who was Hermione's mother and what happened to her? Second, where did Hermione's loyalties now lie? Third, how did Hermione end up in a Muggle orphanage?
This was insane. The brightest student Hogwarts had seen in years, and she was the offspring of one of the Darkest wizards to ever exist. Her choices could completely change the outcome of the ongoing war. When she graduated, she was going to be a strong asset for the Order. But if she choose to follow her bloodline... He couldn't even begin to think about that.
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"Draco!" Hermione screamed once they entered his private chamber. "That was absolutely horrible! How could you do such a thing??" She paced up and down his room "That girl didn't have any idea who I really am, it's not like she could have known. Even then she didn't deserve an Unforgivable. You performed and Unforgivable on Hogwarts' grounds! Your going to be arrested and sent to Askaban!"
"Hermione!" Draco interrupted her. "Calm down. It isn't a big deal. My wand is untraceable, and any Dark spells I happen to perform are immediately erased from my wands memory, so even if it happened to have been traced, they cannot prove that I did anything. As for that girl, no, she probably didn't deserve a Crucio, but she made a good example for everyone. Nobody is going to bother you after that. Not after they have seen what I will do to them. Fear is an amazing tool. You can't be afraid to use it. Now sit down before you wear a hole in my carpet."
Hermione stopped and took a look at her surroundings. She hadn't even realized she was in Draco's room. She hadn't even realized they had left the Slytherin common room and walked to their Head quarters. The shock of the recent event had kept her in a trace until she exploded on Draco.
The room was beautiful. Dark, but beautiful nonetheless. The luscious Forest Green carpet matched perfectly with the velvet drapes that hung around Draco's enormous canopy bed. The bed, which was covered with black silk sheets and a matching comforter, sat in the middle of the room against the back wall. On either side of the bed was a large bookshelf, both completely full of leather bound books and tomes. The left stone wall was decorated by the marble fireplace, which currently housed a small fire. The armoire stood to the left of the fireplace. Draco's mahogany wooden desk was pushed against the right wall. Everything on the desk was in order. Ink and quills sat on the right edge while parchment was placed on the left. The matching chair was in it's proper place underneath the deck. The room was very sophisticated, very arrogant. It practically screamed the name Malfoy.
"Wow. I've never seen your room before. It's wonderful," Hermione told him.
"It's decent. Nowhere near my room back at the Manor. Originally this place was atrocious. I replaced the stone fireplace with the marble one. I bought all the furniture when I got my letter telling me I was Head Boy and I was going to have my own quarters with the Head Girl," Draco stated.
"Doesn't surprise me."
"What doesn't surprise you?"
"That everything that was already here wasn't good enough for you."
"No, it wasn't. I'm sure you have all the original furniture and decor though."
"Yes, I do. I'm not ashamed of that. I'm glad to have my own room. It's decently sized, and the furniture is in top shape. I see no reason to go out and buy new things."
"Of course you don't. Your standard of living is far below mine. Or it was. You'll get used to having the best soon enough Hermione. Once you do, you'll never take anything less."
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"I'm done sitting here. I'm going up to Hermione's room and we're going to talk to her," Ron said as he stood up.
"No," Harry said while he remained in his chair. "She knows we'll be waiting for her in the library. She'll come when she's ready to talk. Hermione isn't the type you can push into talking. You should know that by now."
Ron sighed. "But I can't wait. I need to know now."
"It doesn't matter what you need. It matters what she needs. If she was serious about what she said earlier, being Voldemort's daughter, then we have to take care of her," Harry said.
"Your right, like always." Ron sat back down. "I'm not going to lose our Hermione to that bloody bastard. I can't believe she let Malfoy near her. And she ran off with prick, saying that him and her were a 'we'. I'll pound his face in."
"Ronald Weasley!"
Ron and Harry looked up to see Hermione standing, her fists resting on her hips.
"I can't have a very productive talk with you if all your thinking about is harming Draco. So hush up, and let me start explaining."
A/N Well, I hope you liked the newest chapter, and I hope everyone who has been reading my story read the new author's note at the beginning of chapter 1. I appreciate everyone who read, and I'll love you even more if you review, so please PLEASE review!! It only takes a minute and it really helps me want to continue writing!
There were several questions that needed answering. First, who was Hermione's mother and what happened to her? Second, where did Hermione's loyalties now lie? Third, how did Hermione end up in a Muggle orphanage?
This was insane. The brightest student Hogwarts had seen in years, and she was the offspring of one of the Darkest wizards to ever exist. Her choices could completely change the outcome of the ongoing war. When she graduated, she was going to be a strong asset for the Order. But if she choose to follow her bloodline... He couldn't even begin to think about that.
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"Draco!" Hermione screamed once they entered his private chamber. "That was absolutely horrible! How could you do such a thing??" She paced up and down his room "That girl didn't have any idea who I really am, it's not like she could have known. Even then she didn't deserve an Unforgivable. You performed and Unforgivable on Hogwarts' grounds! Your going to be arrested and sent to Askaban!"
"Hermione!" Draco interrupted her. "Calm down. It isn't a big deal. My wand is untraceable, and any Dark spells I happen to perform are immediately erased from my wands memory, so even if it happened to have been traced, they cannot prove that I did anything. As for that girl, no, she probably didn't deserve a Crucio, but she made a good example for everyone. Nobody is going to bother you after that. Not after they have seen what I will do to them. Fear is an amazing tool. You can't be afraid to use it. Now sit down before you wear a hole in my carpet."
Hermione stopped and took a look at her surroundings. She hadn't even realized she was in Draco's room. She hadn't even realized they had left the Slytherin common room and walked to their Head quarters. The shock of the recent event had kept her in a trace until she exploded on Draco.
The room was beautiful. Dark, but beautiful nonetheless. The luscious Forest Green carpet matched perfectly with the velvet drapes that hung around Draco's enormous canopy bed. The bed, which was covered with black silk sheets and a matching comforter, sat in the middle of the room against the back wall. On either side of the bed was a large bookshelf, both completely full of leather bound books and tomes. The left stone wall was decorated by the marble fireplace, which currently housed a small fire. The armoire stood to the left of the fireplace. Draco's mahogany wooden desk was pushed against the right wall. Everything on the desk was in order. Ink and quills sat on the right edge while parchment was placed on the left. The matching chair was in it's proper place underneath the deck. The room was very sophisticated, very arrogant. It practically screamed the name Malfoy.
"Wow. I've never seen your room before. It's wonderful," Hermione told him.
"It's decent. Nowhere near my room back at the Manor. Originally this place was atrocious. I replaced the stone fireplace with the marble one. I bought all the furniture when I got my letter telling me I was Head Boy and I was going to have my own quarters with the Head Girl," Draco stated.
"Doesn't surprise me."
"What doesn't surprise you?"
"That everything that was already here wasn't good enough for you."
"No, it wasn't. I'm sure you have all the original furniture and decor though."
"Yes, I do. I'm not ashamed of that. I'm glad to have my own room. It's decently sized, and the furniture is in top shape. I see no reason to go out and buy new things."
"Of course you don't. Your standard of living is far below mine. Or it was. You'll get used to having the best soon enough Hermione. Once you do, you'll never take anything less."
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"I'm done sitting here. I'm going up to Hermione's room and we're going to talk to her," Ron said as he stood up.
"No," Harry said while he remained in his chair. "She knows we'll be waiting for her in the library. She'll come when she's ready to talk. Hermione isn't the type you can push into talking. You should know that by now."
Ron sighed. "But I can't wait. I need to know now."
"It doesn't matter what you need. It matters what she needs. If she was serious about what she said earlier, being Voldemort's daughter, then we have to take care of her," Harry said.
"Your right, like always." Ron sat back down. "I'm not going to lose our Hermione to that bloody bastard. I can't believe she let Malfoy near her. And she ran off with prick, saying that him and her were a 'we'. I'll pound his face in."
"Ronald Weasley!"
Ron and Harry looked up to see Hermione standing, her fists resting on her hips.
"I can't have a very productive talk with you if all your thinking about is harming Draco. So hush up, and let me start explaining."
A/N Well, I hope you liked the newest chapter, and I hope everyone who has been reading my story read the new author's note at the beginning of chapter 1. I appreciate everyone who read, and I'll love you even more if you review, so please PLEASE review!! It only takes a minute and it really helps me want to continue writing!