They landed in her room at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione walked to desk, and
opened the box and removed the letter. She motioned to Malfoy for him to
follow as she sat on the bed.
"Here it is. This is the letter from Uncle Snape," she said almost smiling. Malfoy took the letter from Hermione. He noticed the Bailey seal on the back before he took out the letter.
He slowly read the letter, letting each word sink into to him. The letter was not only a change for Hermione, but for a change for him as well. Every reason he had to hate Granger was gone.
She was no longer Weasley's friend which would mean she as no longer Potter's friend to, and the main reason why he had hated her wasn't even true to begin with.
He didn't let any shock be shown in his eyes. "Well Granger, I don't think Snape would send you a letter if it wasn't true. So I believe you."
"Thanks Draco, but will please call me Bailey or Maya? I want to get use to those names. Since, I mean that is who I am."
"Alright Bailey, better? What is that sliver necklace hanging around your neck?"
"It's the letter B with a snake wrapped around it with an emerald for an eye."
"Gra.Bailey a traitor to her house? Who would of thought?"
"Well, I was hoping Dumbledore would let me be sorted again. To see what house I am really suppose to be in."
"Hmmm. What house do you want to be in Bailey?"
"Don't know but I'd take anything over Gryffindor because they won't like me as the new me. I know that because I hate any Weasley at the moment."
"I tried to tell you and Potter that the Weasleys were no good the first year, but did you listen?"
"No Malfoy. You told Potter about them not me. You didn't even speak to me!"
"Oh well, whatever."
"Draco you said you believed me, but are you going to help me?"
"Yes, Maya, but first you need to claim the Bailey's manor. Which so happens to be three manors down from mine."
"Ok, how do I do that?"
"You go to Ministry of course!"
"There is no way in hell I am going to the Ministry. They might kill me or something."
"Fine then just move in, and if anyone asks show them the letter."
"Okay fine, but I am going to wait till tomorrow before I do anything."
"Well since, there are some things I can tell you now. You can stay at my house as my guest for tonight because my parents are out of town."
"Are you sure Malfoy? I mean that you want me there. I thought you would want that Parkinsonslut there with you."
"No! I don't want that girl anywhere near my house. I hate her!"
"Okay, well I will be right back. I need to tell Tom I won't be staying tonight or any other nights I have reserved."
"Let me go with you. I have a feeling the Weasleys are out there, and we don't want to kill anyone right now. Though how I hate to pass up the chance."
"Okay fine."
They went into bar area, and sure enough the Ron and Ginny were there. They both saw Hermione, and came running over. Hermione groaned inwardly. Malfoy reached up, and place a hand on her shoulder as to stop her from doing anything she would regret.
"Hey Hermione, WHAT THE? Why does Malfoy have a hand on your shoulder? Is there something you need to tell us about?" both Ron and Ginny asked at the same time.
"What is with you two? I looked at the calendar today, and it said nothing about being Play 20 questions day!" she snapped bitterly.
"What's wrong with you? We didn't do anything to you, and I still want to know why Malfoy is with you!" Ron stated.
Hermione was trying to keep her cool. She suddenly looked normal. Except she showed no emotions, she was pulling Malfoy's favorite trick.
"I would tell you what Malfoy is doing with me, but seeing how you are neither my father nor someone I care about. I don't see the point in telling you," her voice was low but it was clear, and cold like ice that went through people, hit their hearts, and chilled them to the bone.
Ron and Ginny eyes were big as plates. Hermione had it a nerve when she said that she didn't care about them. They slowly turned around and walked away.
Once they had left Malfoy smirked. He hadn't said a word. He was going to let here take them on her own. She needed to know how it felt to be a Bailey, and to have people hate you.
"I wasn't sure if you really hated the Weasleys as much as you said you did, but that proved it right there. Also you have defiantly proven to me that you are Bailey!"
Author's Note: I was thinking about not writing this chapter until Monday, but I got bored. I hope you enjoy it. Oh and to people who want to review anonymously you now can. I had a person ask about that, so that's now fixed.
Toykobabe2040: I am not sure if I'd call myself a poet, but I do write poems.
To everyone who asked questions: I usually don't know what the next chapter is going to be to the next. I change my mind like 10 times before I post it.
Poem:
River Bed
I do suppose a rainbow has an end
Because it must have a beginning
Life is this way
You know it began at one point
And you know it will end sometime
But you don't know when it began or when it will end
A river is this way too
Its never ending
Its constantly flowing
Each grain of sand in the river's bed
Has its own story, its own truth and lies
Traveling from place to place
Not being able to tell the difference
Between one grain of sand to the next
Only its stories and journeys
Separate it from the others
Author: Hermionewhite
"Here it is. This is the letter from Uncle Snape," she said almost smiling. Malfoy took the letter from Hermione. He noticed the Bailey seal on the back before he took out the letter.
He slowly read the letter, letting each word sink into to him. The letter was not only a change for Hermione, but for a change for him as well. Every reason he had to hate Granger was gone.
She was no longer Weasley's friend which would mean she as no longer Potter's friend to, and the main reason why he had hated her wasn't even true to begin with.
He didn't let any shock be shown in his eyes. "Well Granger, I don't think Snape would send you a letter if it wasn't true. So I believe you."
"Thanks Draco, but will please call me Bailey or Maya? I want to get use to those names. Since, I mean that is who I am."
"Alright Bailey, better? What is that sliver necklace hanging around your neck?"
"It's the letter B with a snake wrapped around it with an emerald for an eye."
"Gra.Bailey a traitor to her house? Who would of thought?"
"Well, I was hoping Dumbledore would let me be sorted again. To see what house I am really suppose to be in."
"Hmmm. What house do you want to be in Bailey?"
"Don't know but I'd take anything over Gryffindor because they won't like me as the new me. I know that because I hate any Weasley at the moment."
"I tried to tell you and Potter that the Weasleys were no good the first year, but did you listen?"
"No Malfoy. You told Potter about them not me. You didn't even speak to me!"
"Oh well, whatever."
"Draco you said you believed me, but are you going to help me?"
"Yes, Maya, but first you need to claim the Bailey's manor. Which so happens to be three manors down from mine."
"Ok, how do I do that?"
"You go to Ministry of course!"
"There is no way in hell I am going to the Ministry. They might kill me or something."
"Fine then just move in, and if anyone asks show them the letter."
"Okay fine, but I am going to wait till tomorrow before I do anything."
"Well since, there are some things I can tell you now. You can stay at my house as my guest for tonight because my parents are out of town."
"Are you sure Malfoy? I mean that you want me there. I thought you would want that Parkinsonslut there with you."
"No! I don't want that girl anywhere near my house. I hate her!"
"Okay, well I will be right back. I need to tell Tom I won't be staying tonight or any other nights I have reserved."
"Let me go with you. I have a feeling the Weasleys are out there, and we don't want to kill anyone right now. Though how I hate to pass up the chance."
"Okay fine."
They went into bar area, and sure enough the Ron and Ginny were there. They both saw Hermione, and came running over. Hermione groaned inwardly. Malfoy reached up, and place a hand on her shoulder as to stop her from doing anything she would regret.
"Hey Hermione, WHAT THE? Why does Malfoy have a hand on your shoulder? Is there something you need to tell us about?" both Ron and Ginny asked at the same time.
"What is with you two? I looked at the calendar today, and it said nothing about being Play 20 questions day!" she snapped bitterly.
"What's wrong with you? We didn't do anything to you, and I still want to know why Malfoy is with you!" Ron stated.
Hermione was trying to keep her cool. She suddenly looked normal. Except she showed no emotions, she was pulling Malfoy's favorite trick.
"I would tell you what Malfoy is doing with me, but seeing how you are neither my father nor someone I care about. I don't see the point in telling you," her voice was low but it was clear, and cold like ice that went through people, hit their hearts, and chilled them to the bone.
Ron and Ginny eyes were big as plates. Hermione had it a nerve when she said that she didn't care about them. They slowly turned around and walked away.
Once they had left Malfoy smirked. He hadn't said a word. He was going to let here take them on her own. She needed to know how it felt to be a Bailey, and to have people hate you.
"I wasn't sure if you really hated the Weasleys as much as you said you did, but that proved it right there. Also you have defiantly proven to me that you are Bailey!"
Author's Note: I was thinking about not writing this chapter until Monday, but I got bored. I hope you enjoy it. Oh and to people who want to review anonymously you now can. I had a person ask about that, so that's now fixed.
Toykobabe2040: I am not sure if I'd call myself a poet, but I do write poems.
To everyone who asked questions: I usually don't know what the next chapter is going to be to the next. I change my mind like 10 times before I post it.
Poem:
River Bed
I do suppose a rainbow has an end
Because it must have a beginning
Life is this way
You know it began at one point
And you know it will end sometime
But you don't know when it began or when it will end
A river is this way too
Its never ending
Its constantly flowing
Each grain of sand in the river's bed
Has its own story, its own truth and lies
Traveling from place to place
Not being able to tell the difference
Between one grain of sand to the next
Only its stories and journeys
Separate it from the others
Author: Hermionewhite