The Heir to Voldemort's Throne Chapter 3: Best Friends and Death Eaters, a harry potter fanfic

Best Friends and Death Eaters

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed my last chapter. Sorry about the delay on this chapter but I was sick with strep throat so my mom wouldn't let me come within two feet of the computer. She was being the bitch extreme! But now I'm all better, so sit back relax and enjoy this next chapter coming at ya! Oh and these little things: indicate flashbacks. Just FYI: when I was typing this the power went out and I hadn't saved it. But it's all good now obviously.

Thanks to Lucy-flicking fire at Umbridge, Katy M., NotSoBlondie, and Embers for reviewing. I appreciate all the feedback!

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own any of these characters. PROPERTY OF JK! I wish that I owned Draco because he's damn hot (and will be more so in the future). grins devilishly I do own Sylvia Thomas though, so don't steal her.

Hermione's POV

"Crucio!" I heard Draco's father exclaim as he pushed Draco to the ground.

I fell to the floor and suddenly felt pain as I have never in my life experienced before. I pleaded in my head for it to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally stopped and I watched as Draco wrestled his father's wand hand to the ground and straddled his body. I heard Lucius yell the Unforgivable Curse as he tried in vain to hit me. They narrowly missed me and hit the lamp above the fireplace and the family portrait. I screamed.

I finally came to my senses when Draco yelled, "RUN Hermione!"

I watched as he struggled to keep his father pinned to the ground and screamed, "I love you, Draco!"

I didn't wait for an 'I love you too' because I was deathly afraid of Draco's father. So I grabbed my car keys, dashed out the door, and drove away in my red 99' Ford Escort, tears spilling down my face. I knew exactly where I was going to go. My best friend Sylvia Thomas' house. After Ron and Harry teased me relentlessly and deserted me for going out with Draco Malfoy, I found refuge with Sylvia and I found myself pouring everything out to her. We met each other on the train on the way to Hogwarts during the beginning of my 6th year. She was a 3rd year. Sylvia was the first person who I told everything to. She was someone who I trusted with my secrets. Harry and Ron kept on trying to convince me that Draco wasn't right for me when I first told them the news, but deep down in my heart I knew that we were meant to be. One night they even threw a party for me with a bunch of guys I didn't know to try to have me fall in love with a different man. But I was already too deeply in love.

"Hermione!" Harry protested as he put his hands on his slender hips, the party raging on behind him. "What the hell overcame you to go out with your our worst enemy?"

"Oh Harry, you know, we put aside our differences and finally decided to be civil towards each other. To simply put it: he changed," I told him as I slipped past him and headed off towards the girl's dormitories.

After that night Harry and Ron didn't talk to me for the rest of the year.

Finally I arrived at Sylvia's, which was only a couple of blocks from my house, and I ran up to the door and knocked, tears flowing down my face. I had been to her house so often during the summer, that I was comforted instantly just by the presence of the house. The door opened and a very befuddled, sleepy Sylvia stood there in her nightgown.

"Oh my gosh, Sylvia! Draco's dad...wanted to kill me...made Draco give me a break up note...just tonight...I don't want to go back!" I sobbed hysterically.

"Whoa Hermione calm down, hun," comforted Sylvia as she crossed the threshold, put her arm around my shoulders, and patted my back softly. "Come on in and you can tell me all about it, OK?"

"OK," I sobbed and I suddenly found myself being gently steered by Sylvia into the sitting room.

I sunk into her overstuffed leather armchair as she offered me a blanket and then ran off to the kitchen. I wrapped the blanket around my body, which I realized was shivering uncontrollably, and tried desperately to calm myself down realizing how awfully upset I must look. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get Lucius' cold gray eyes staring maliciously at me and the pain that racked my body out of my head. Sylvia returned quickly, carrying two mugs in her hands.

"I made you some hot chocolate, 'Mione,'" Sylvia said as she handed me a mug and plopped down onto a matching overstuffed leather sofa. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I told her the whole story leaving nothing out, and when I finished it felt like a burden being lifted off my shoulders.

"You were under the Cruciatus Curse, Hermione?!?!" exclaimed Sylvia as she looked at me with worry sketched all over her very blemished face. "Wow."

"Yeah, but Draco saved me, he attacked his father," I sighed as I ran a hand through my silky brown curls.

"He was brave," Sylvia admired as she finished her hot chocolate and set her mug down on the coffee table in front of her.

"I don't want to go back there, Sylvia!" I exclaimed as I clutched my knees to my chest.

Sylvia walked over to the armchair that I was sitting in and sat down next to me. We were both really skinny and the chair was pretty big, so we both fit in it nicely.

"I know you don't. You've been hurt. And if you really want to I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if you stayed with us tonight," soothed Sylvia as she slipped her arm around my shoulders and hugged me gently.

"Really?" I asked hopefully releasing my hold on my legs and raising my tear-stained face up to hers.

"Well, yeah Mione. You're my best friend. What are friends for?" stated Sylvia as she cleaned up the hot chocolate mess with a wave of her wand.

"Thanks Sylvia!" I said happily as a grin spread across my face.

"Hey, shouldn't you call your parents and tell them where you are?" asked Sylvia.

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! They should be getting home right about now!" I exclaimed as I jumped up from off of the armchair and ran to the phone in Sylvia's kitchen. (A/N: Sylvia is a Pureblood but her parents love Muggle contraptions. Sort of like the Weasley household, but Sylvia's house is nicer.)

The phone rang twice before the familiar sound of my mother's voice answered.

"Hello?" she said pleasantly.

"Hey mum! It's me," I started but was interrupted by her squealing on the other end.

"Hermione!?! Where are you? Are you OK? We were so worried when we didn't see your car in the driveway! What the hell happened to this house?!? It's totally trashed!" yelled my mother angrily.

"Mom! I'm fine! I'm over at Sylvia's house!" I yelled back.

"Oh," she responded.

"The house is trashed because Draco and his father came over earlier..." I started but was interrupted by my mother.

"Ooh! What did they want? That boyfriend of yours is such a hunk!" squealed my mom.

"Mom, please! Don't say that about Draco it creeps me out. I think he's damn hot, but YOU well you have dad!" I yelled then calmly continued my story. "Anyways, Draco's dad wanted to kill me because he thinks that I'm a filthy Mudblood and I shouldn't be going out with Draco because he's a pureblood. So he made Draco give me a break up letter and he put the Cruciatus Curse on me, but Draco saved me and I ran to Sylvia's."

"He tried to kill you?!? He tried to kill my baby!?!" exclaimed my mother as soon as I had finished my story.

"Yes, Mom," I said in a bored tone.

"How dare that overgrown son of a bitch who calls himself a wizard do that to you! I should march over there right now and give him a piece of my mind!" bellowed my mother from the other end of the phone.

"No Mom, don't! He hates me so there is no telling what he'd do to you if you paraded right up to the front of Malfoy Manor! Please I'm begging you. Stay out of our house as much as possible, because there is no telling what that madman is going to do next and I really don't want you guys to get hurt or even killed," I pleaded as I started to bite my fingernails.

"Aright sweetie, I'll tell you what. You can stay at the Thomas' for what's left of the summer. You can come over tomorrow with Sylvia and her parents to get your stuff. You will be safe with all those wizards around to protect you. Your dad and I will go on vacation to Hawaii, but will come to King's Cross to see you off to school the first of September," stated my mom.

"Thanks mom. Hey! You're going to Hawaii without me?!?" I exclaimed.

"Well your dad and I never really went on a Honeymoon, because well we had you. We've really been planning this for awhile and we were going to tell you tomorrow and send you to Sylvia's for the rest of the summer, but we didn't expect for you to be attacked by a vengeful Death Eater," said my mom casually.

"Whatever Mom, just have fun and I'll see you around September first, OK?" I said.

"OK, bye sweetie."

"Bye Mom."

I hung up the phone and walked back into Sylvia's living room where she was sitting on the couch reading a Cosmo magazine.

"Your parents letting you stay?" she asked, not looking up from her magazine.

"Yeah. Get this Sylvia. They are going to Hawaii. They've been planning it for awhile now and they were going to tell me tomorrow and send me to your house for the rest of the summer," I said as I plopped down next to her.

"You're staying for the summer?!? Kick ass!" she exclaimed as she looked up from her article and smiled at me. Then she started reading again.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked and grabbed the magazine from out of her hands.

"Hey I was reading that, slut!" Sylvia teased playfully as she wrestled to get the magazine out of my hands.

"Oh come on what could possibly be so interesting?" I said turning my back to Sylvia and shooing away her grabbing hands. "Hmmm, Ten Things That Guys Crave In Bed? That is interesting."

I shoved the magazine back into her hands and laughed. Sylvia could be so pathetic sometimes.

"Got a problem with that? Unlike you I haven't had sex yet, and I am very much looking forward to the day that special guy comes and whisks me away to his bed!" teased Sylvia playfully as she set the magazine down on the coffee table.

"For your information Miss-Know-It-All, Draco and I haven't had sex yet," I said as I hit Sylvia over the head playfully with a pillow.

"Oh now I'm Miss-Know-It-All? I thought that was YOUR job Hermione!" Sylvia mocked as she hit me back with another pillow.

"Oh now you've done it! You are going to have to answer to the wrath of my pillow!" I yelled as I started hitting her over the head again and again with the pillow I was holding.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" Sylvia yelled as she lunged at me, her long blonde hair flew crazily around her face.

The two of us giggled uncontrollably as our pillows clashed against each other, then after awhile collapsed back to back on the floor in sheer exhaustion.

Sylvia turned to face me, grinning from ear to ear, as she gasped, "Truce?"

"Yeah, truce," I said breathing heavily as we both got up off the floor and collapsed in the couch.

"You wanna know something, Hermione?" Sylvia asked breathlessly.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You're my best friend," she stated as a matter of factly.

"Yeah. And you're mine," I laughed.

"And we'll always be best friends, right?" Sylvia asked hopefully.

"Of course. Always and forever," I replied as a smile appeared on my face.

"Always and forever," whispered Sylvia as she closed her eyes and fell asleep on the couch.

(A/N: This takes place right after Hermione runs out of her house. So I'm going back in time and telling you what happens to Draco because I'm sure you wanna know.)

The sound of satanic laughter caused Draco to look down at his father, who was still pinned on the ground. He was taken aback to see him laughing so hard. Scrambling away frightfully to release him, Draco hit the back of his head on the corner of the fireplace.

"Goddamn it you idiotic son of a bitch!" yelled Lucius suddenly as he got up. Draco cowered covering his face with his hands. "Now besides dealing with my fury you get to also deal with the Dark Lord's fury! Is that what you want?"

Draco didn't answer him but instead got up and rubbed his sore head where he had hit it.

"Accio wand," Lucius muttered and Draco's wand flew out of his hand and into his father's outstretched one.

"You stupid git!" yelled his father again as he smashed a fallen picture of the Grangers with his foot in fury and pocketed Draco's wand. "You let her live! Why Draco?!? Why must you defy me?"

Finally Draco spoke in barely a whisper, "Because I love her too much."

"Goddamn it Draco! Love!?! Who cares about your love life! This is about loyalty to the Dark Lord!" yelled Lucius furiously.

"So not being able to kill her makes me a traitor then?" Draco asked coldly.

Lucius angrily grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt, drew him up close to his face and yelled, "No Draco! No! You will be a Death Eater and you will be loyal to the Dark Lord! I will not let you bring disgrace to this family's name do you understand me?!" He shook him fiercely as he said his last sentence.

"But father, I already have," sneered Draco as he looked into Lucius' cold gray eyes.

"You will go to the next Death Eater meeting with me and there you will receive your initiation into the inner circle and receive the Dark Mark. I know it's a bit early, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I don't care if I have to drag you and put the Imperious Curse on you because you are coming. Now lets go home, where you can spend the rest of your summer down in the dungeons," said Lucius once again ignoring Draco's comment.

Lucius took a handful of Floo powder, dragged Draco in the fireplace with him and shouted, "Malfoy Manor!"

When the two of them were transported safely back at the manor, Lucius roughly pulled his disobedient son to the dungeons where he was shackled once again.

"Now Draco, I will tell you of your punishment. You will stay down here until the 1st of September. Then you will proceed with me to the Death Eater meeting that night where you will receive your initiation into the inner circle. There the Dark Lord will also do with you as he pleases. I have already bought everything that you will need for your 7th year from Diagon Alley, and I have been informed that you have been made Head Boy. Congratulations. Your stuff will be sent and placed in your room ahead of time and you will be transferred to school after the meeting. I have informed the Headmaster of your lateness, and the old fool tells me you will just miss the Sorting Ceremony and return just in time for the Feast. Oh and your little Mudblood girlfriend you will not be able to snog with because I have two spies set up at Hogwarts who will inform me of your actions around her. If you set one toe out of line, I will arrange a little visit from yours truly. Now Draco enjoy the rest of your time in this dismal place and I will come every once in a while so we can have a little talk. Tata!" Lucius drawled coldly. Then with a swish of his robes he turned and walked away.

The rest of the summer seemed to pass by slowly for Draco. His father paid him plenty of visits where he was tortured and then healed almost but not completely by the house elf. He was given a meal of the usual bread and water, but only once every day around dinner time. Gremblindwarf fed him and he bit the poor elf's fingers in frustration because of hate for his father. The house elf squealed in fright every time it was made to feed him and Draco felt a certain satisfaction at that. Hermione filled his head every so often and he wondered how she was doing and what she thought of him. Oh how he had longed to run over to her and hold her lovingly when she had been hit by the Cruciatus that night. Finally, after many beatings, the 1st of September came around along with dreaded cold weather. The dungeon felt like an icebox, and Draco felt like a human ice cube. His body was raked with shivers as he tried thinking about something other than the cold. The clang of the dungeon door answered his worst fears as his father came parading towards him with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Tonight is the night you are going to make me proud!" exclaimed Lucius as he performed a spell and the shackles around Draco's hands unlocked.

Draco rubbed his wrists tenderly, his sore arm muscles screaming in pain, as he spit, "You know that I will never agree to join! What makes you so sure you'll be proud?"

"Because, Draco, I will be inside your head telling you to," Lucius said calmly. "Imperio."

Draco was hit with the curse and tried to break it again but he was too weak. He had been down in the dungeons for too long, he was too cold, and his whole body was sore from beatings.

"Now go get dressed into your appropriate attire and meet me at the bottom of the grand staircase," demanded his father and he walked off.

He felt his feet obediently carry him out of the dungeon and up to his room where he opened his closet and took out the Death Eater attire that his father had bought for him. He slipped into it, ignoring the fact that he probably smelled like a herd of cattle, and slicked back his platinum blonde hair. He heard a knock at his door and heard himself say in a monotone voice, "Come in."

The door opened and his mother walked in, dressed in her normal black attire. She wore a very worried expression on her face.

"Draco, sweetie, you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to. Please I'm begging you, don't become like him! You're better than that. Please Draco! Please!" pleaded Narcissa.

He wanted to hug his mom right then and there and tell her he wasn't going to follow in his father's footsteps. He wanted to tell her that everything would be OK even though he knew it wasn't. But his father's curse was too strong.

"Narcissa! Get down here right now!" yelled Lucius from the top of the stairs.

"Don't do it!" whispered his mother urgently as she walked out of his door then spoke to Lucius. "What do you want?"

"What were you doing in Draco's room?" demanded Lucius.

"I was giving him some words of encouragement, Dear," Narcissa replied dryly as she descended the stairs in a graceful fashion.

"Draco! Let's go! We don't want to keep the Dark Lord waiting!" yelled Lucius harshly.

"I'm coming father," replied Draco in the monotone voice as he closed his bedroom door and descended the staircase.

When he got to the bottom, his father grabbed him by the robes and grasped a picture frame of the Malfoy family from off the table. Draco instantly felt himself being pulled back from the navel as everything spun around him. Suddenly his feet pounded down into rough ground. He lost his balance and tumbled into his father, who still had a hold of his robes.

"You clumsy boy!" yelled his father as he dragged Draco past many looming gravestones and to a place where many hooded wizards gathered in a circle.

As he was being pulled past the hooded figures, he felt the hood of his own robes being pulled over his head by his father.

"You're supposed to keep this up!" hissed his father menacingly.

Draco looked around the circle and, to his surprise, recognized almost all of the Death Eaters. He saw his two former bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle who snorted disapprovingly when they saw him. He looked to the right of them and standing there next to the lugs was none other than Pansy Parkinson, who smiled a very ugly smile at him that made her face look even more like a pug dogs'. Draco grimaced on the inside but on the outside he flashed her one of his charming, I'll-sleep-with-you-anytime smiles which usually made girls melt into puddles on the ground. She blew him a kiss and mouthed the words, "Meet me after the meeting." Draco nodded and blew her a kiss back.

Wormtail apparated in the center of the circle then smiled gruesomely as he announced, "The One and Only Lord Voldemort!"

Draco heard a pop and Lord Voldemort appeared next to Wormtail with his hideous red eyes boring into Draco.

"It looks as if we have a traitor in our midst," said Voldemort icily as everyone in the circle exchanged worried glances.

"Yes, well you see my Lord, he has come here to apologize for his actions and will promise to kill the Mudblood the next chance he gets," Lucius spoke up from beside Draco.

"I did not ask for you to speak, Lucius! When I want you to speak I will tell you too!" yelled Voldemort as he raised his wand and muttered "Crucio!"

Draco watched gleefully as Lucius writhed around on the ground in pain screaming, but his glee turned to dread when the curse was released and Voldemort addressed him.

"Draco Malfoy!" yelled Voldemort, his voice sounding like fingernails on a chalkboard.

"Yes my Lord?" Draco heard himself ask in his monotone voice.

"You were commanded to take a Mudblood's life yet instead you saved it. Do you deny it?" asked Voldemort harshly.

"No I do not my Lord, but you see..." started Draco but didn't get to finish because he was now writhing around on the ground screaming in agony. The pain was unbearable and excruciating. It was worse than when Lucius did it, but was soon released.

"Get up Draco," commanded Voldemort and he did so. "You have come here seeking my forgiveness am I correct?"

"Yes, my Lord," muttered Draco weakly.

"And you want to become one of us now?" asked Voldemort.

"Yes, my Lord," Draco replied.

"How can I trust that you will not defy me again, Draco?" hissed Voldemort menacingly his snake-like body inching closer and closer to Draco.

"You can trust me my Lord. Please just give me another chance," Draco heard himself say. He kept on trying to fight his father's curse hoping that perhaps he would be able to break it like before so he could scream to Voldemort that he was a bloody bastard, but he was still too weak.

"I don't know why I'm doing this, but yes Draco I will give you another chance. Since you are the heir to my throne I expect you to be more obedient in the future. Understood?" demanded Voldemort lazily as he caressed Draco's cheek with one of his bony fingers.

Inside Draco was screaming in pain from Voldemort's touch but on the outside he was calm.

"Yes, my Lord," replied Draco again.

"Now Draco it is time for your initiation into the inner circle. Wormtail! Bring me the book!" yelled Voldemort to his servant.

"Y-y-y-yes Master," stuttered Wormtail.

Wormtail shortly returned with a big black book that was being carried under his arm and he handed it to Voldemort.

"This book has in it the name of every Death Eater who pledged allegiance to me, and every Death Eater I killed because he did not keep his allegiance to me. Now Draco place one hand on the book and raise the other," commanded Voldemort. Draco obeyed. "Now repeat after me. I, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy," he replied monotonously.

"Do solemnly swear," continued Voldemort.

"Do solemnly swear."

"To withhold my duties as a Death Eater."

"To follow Lord Voldemort's every command."

"And to come to the Death Eater meetings every night on the first of the month."

"And if I fail to do so,"

"Lord Voldemort will kill me."

"Now your name is inscribed in the book. Please remove your hand from the

it and hold out your arm," commanded Voldemort.

Draco obeyed and watched as Voldemort cut off the right sleeve of his Death Eater robe with a simple spell revealing his whole arm.

"This will hurt a lot," sneered Voldemort menacingly as he reached out to burn his mark into Draco.

"NO NO NO NO!" Draco was screaming in his head.

As soon as Voldemort's bony fingers pressed into his ghostly white skin, Draco let out a piercing, earsplitting scream. As the Dark Mark was burned onto his skin, waves of nausea overcame him. When Voldemort released his hand, a black skull with a snake coming out of the mouth was left imprinted in Draco's skin. His trembling knees gave out on him as he collapsed on the ground where he became thoroughly sick on the grass right in front of Tom Riddle's headstone.

"Ah yes, it does have that side effect on some people," Voldemort laughed satanically as he watched Draco spew out the contents in his stomach.

Draco looked up at his father, who was smiling mirthlessly at him, for direction on what to do next.

"Get up boy!" spat his father and he felt himself being lifted up off the ground by the back of his robes.

"Thank you all loyal Death Eaters for coming to the initiation of young Draco. This meeting is now adjourned. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco you will take this Portkey which will transport you directly to Hogwarts. I will see all of you on the first of October," stated Voldemort as various Death Eaters departed with a pop from the circle.

The four Hogwart's students walked hastily up to Voldemort who was holding part of a gravestone in his hand.

"Have a good school term. Oh and Draco!" stated Voldemort and Draco looked into those cold, threatening red eyes. "Do not ignore my call."

Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy all touched the Portkey and yelled, "Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Draco felt himself being pulled by the back of his navel as they spun around in space. Then with a loud thump the four of them landed right outside of the great hall, all of them struggling to regain their composure.

"Hey Drakie you better get in there! You're Head Boy," Pansy cooed and he realized that she had slipped her one of her hands into his nonchalantly and was stroking the side of his arm with her other hand.

Draco performed a dressing spell and was immediately dressed into his school robes. The others did the same. Crabbe and Goyle walked in the Great Hall talking about food and Pansy dragged Draco in still holding hands.

Hermione's POV

The day before we were going to Hogwarts came too soon for Sylvia and I. We were having so much fun together reading Cosmo magazines and drinking hot chocolate that the summer days soon disappeared and it turned cold.

"Hey Hermione! Guess what?!" yelled Sylvia from the kitchen where two large gray owls sat that had flown in from the fireplace.

"What?" I asked from the living room, not looking up from the article I was reading in my Seventeen magazine.

"Our letters from Hogwarts are here! And it looks like you have two!" exclaimed Sylvia as she forced down the rest of the omelet her mom made and ran to the living room letters in hand.

I suddenly put down the magazine, baffled, as I grabbed them from Sylvia and tore them open. The first letter was a supply list for everything I needed for my last year at Hogwarts, and the second was a letter from Dumbledore. I tore it open, excitement trembling through my fingers as I read:

Dear Hermione:

Congratulations! You have been made Head Girl! Due to family complications, the Head Boy will be arriving late and will not be on the train. I trust that you and the Head Boy will work together to plan the Christmas ball and the Yule Ball for the fourth years. Your room that you will share with him is on the 3rd floor behind a portrait of Oswald the Great. Your password is Cinnamon Cockroaches. Have a good semester.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

"Oh my God, Sylvia! I was made Head Girl!" I squealed in excitement as I enveloped Sylvia into a hug.

"Oh Hermione! I knew it would be you! You're the smartest girl in your class!" yelled Sylvia as she hugged me back. "But that means you won't be in the Gryffindor dormitories with me though."

"Oh don't be silly, Sylvia! I'll come and visit you! Oh and guess what? I get to plan your Yule Ball!" I exclaimed.

"You'll have to help me pick out a dress for it," Sylvia said happily.

"Who do you think you'll take?" I asked curiously. "Are you still head over heels for that one really cute Hufflepuff guy who was a fifth year last year?"

"No I'm over him. I don't really know yet, but I hope I get a date," sighed Sylvia as she got up, proceeded to the table, and started clearing away her breakfast dishes.

"You will. I'm sure of it," I stated a matter-of-factly even though deep down a feeling told me that she probably wouldn't.

Sylvia flashed me a smile as she finished cleaning her dishes and then said, "Come on let's Floo to Diagon Alley."

We grabbed our supply lists, walked over to her fireplace and climbed in one at a time shouting, "Diagon Alley!"

Soot covered our clothes as we scrambled up from off the ground in the Leaky Cauldron. I performed a cleaning spell and we were instantly clean and we walked to the secret room.

"Let's go to Gringotts first. I need some money to buy all this stuff," I muttered as I tapped the bricks then headed off towards the direction of the bank.

After we pulled money out of our Gringott's accounts we proceeded to the bookstore where we bought all of our books that we needed for class. Finally we had everything that we needed for school so we found a café and bought caramel cappuccinos.

"Mmmm! I just love caramel cappuccinos!" Sylvia exclaimed as she slowly sipped on her coffee.

"Yeah, me too," I replied dreamily as I stared off into space.

"I love the whipped cream on the top," Sylvia said licking the foam from off her lips.

"Uh huh," I replied nonchalantly staring at the horribly decorated wall.

"I also love it when fluffy pink hippos prance around in leg warmers and pink tutus chanting, 'Time to get happy,'" said Sylvia enthusiastically.

"Mmm, yeah me too," I lazily replied.

"Hermione! Did you hear what I just said?" Sylvia exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"What? Oh sorry, I didn't mean to tone you out like that. It's just that well I'm worrying about Draco," I sighed as I put my head in my hands.

"I figured that was it," muttered Sylvia as she sipped the last bit of her drink out of the bottom of her cup.

"Look, I'm sorry Sylvia but can we go back to your house? When I see the couples here it reminds me so much of Draco and I," I pleaded as I finished my drink and watched two teenagers, who were very much in love, snogging in the corner.

"Yeah sure Hermione. We can go back and play Wizards Chess or something," muttered Sylvia as she got up from the table and walked to a nearby trashcan to throw her cup away. I followed suit.

We trudged back to The Leaky Cauldron in awkward silence and only talked when we told the fireplace where to floo to. We landed back in Sylvia's living room, set all of our stuff aside, and sat down to play Wizard's Chess.

"Hey Sylvia?" I asked after awhile, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah Hermione?" Sylvia replied not looking up from the game.

"I just wanted to apologize for zoning you out back there. I have a great time when ever I am with you, it's just," I started.

"Yeah I know you miss Draco," finished Sylvia finally looking up at me. "Apology accepted."

"Thanks," I said as I directed my knight to attack her bishop. (A/N: I really know nothing about chess so if that isn't right I'm sorry.)

Suddenly an idea popped into my mind.

"Hey Sylvia?" I asked suddenly.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Um, well I was just wondering if you've tried to do anything for your acne," I stuttered embarrassed about bringing up the subject because I knew Sylvia got very upset when anyone mentioned it.

"Yes, I did Hermione," snapped Sylvia suddenly. "I've tried everything but nothing ever works. I tried cursing it off my face but it just got worse. You know I don't like talking about this subject so just drop it, OK?"

"Well I was wondering if I could give you a makeover," I asked hopefully.

"You know that makeup never looks good on me!" protested Sylvia.

"Please Sylvia!" I begged as I gave her my best puppy dog face.

"Well I guess you can. I don't know what good it'll do though," she sighed as she got up and went to her room. I followed her with a triumphant smile on my face. She was going to be beautiful.

I know I know another cliffhanger. I promise to not keep you in suspense for too long! Please review! Thanks!

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