An: Hi again! Yep. Its time for an update! I felt really bad because once every two or so days I keep getting reviews even though I haven't updated. So I felt morally obliged to write for you guys even though it meant not sleep. Fine by me.
I've introduced a new side to the story. New characters. Its definitely darker so…
Anyways. On with the story?
Misfit – 09 – Suspicions"Oh my god, its five past ten?!" exclaimed a rather panicking Hermione, who looked around at her two best friends.
Those two however, were too focused on new highly rated book, 'The Best Quidditch Tricks' to pay attention to Hermione's shout from homework. Hermione was luckily enough to ignore this and proceeded with hasten to pack up her things before running out of the Gryffindor Common room, zooming past the Fat Lady who frowned upon the girl.
The flight up towards the seventh floor was… not easy. After meeting a few shifting stairs cases (only two this time, Hermione considers herself to be extremely lucky), she finally made her way to the owlery to start her Prefects patrol.
After a few moments of deep and heavy breathing, her began to wait on top of the staircases for her patrol partner for tonight, Justin. She watched as the lanterns began to diminish its light. With that, she carefully pulled out her wand from her pockets and muttered a few luminosity spells that conjured an enough source of light for Hermione to see about twenty meters down the corridor.
What she didn't see however, was that there was an approaching figure coming up the stairs and for Hermione's safety sake, it wasn't Justin. Hermione turned her view from the empty lit corridor towards the stairs, but almost screamed when she saw a dark figure approaching. However, human reflexes have it that Hermione muttered a defense spell in time, before letting out that scream.
It took a while to calm down and relieve her from the situation. She stood up, from the cold marble floor, and as she was about to head forward to apologize to who she thought was Justin, she gasped instead, at the sight of Draco Malfoy.
The Dark Lord was just in the habit of asking Wormtail about the presence of his death eaters when the ancient wooden doors creaked as the sounds of someone approaching entered. When the Dark lord saw who it was, he smiled and it wasn't in a pleasant manner.
"My lord," the young death eater said, kneeling before his Dark Lord.
"Ah… come my son. What took you so long? Tell, what news do you bring for me?" asked the Dark Lord.
There was a long pause, which only caused the Dark Lord to only raise his eyebrows, arousing his curiosity.
"What's wrong boy?" asked the Lord once again, sensing a change.
"Nothing my Lord." Finally came the reply, which only caused the Dark Lord to begin to ponder.
"No no, there's more to it. Is everything going alright with Karleá? How is the girl? Is she alright?!"
A string of rather worried and angered questions sprung out, giving hardly no time for the Death Eater to reply.
"My Lord, I assure you, everything is going well. Your plan is succeeding entirely."
Satisfied enough, the Dark Lord dismissed the death eater in time just before his fellow Death Eaters began to pile in, late for their clandestine meeting.
The young Death Eater, relieved, took a seat down besides another fellow covenant member. As soon as the fellow men finished removing their cloaks, each focused their perspectives towards the Dark Lord.
"My fellow loyal men! I greet you! How nice of you to finally join us." The Dark Lord showed a slight annoyance, which caused quite a few gulps around the room. Although the Lord was weakened by that Potter boy, he still remained stronger than them.
"I conjure you here to ask you to report on your findings. For my ultimate plan to succeed, I cannot rely on one person," with that, he looked at the young Death Eater, but continued, "I must I receive aid from all of you."
There were a few murmurs and nods. Half because none one knew exactly what the Dark Lord's plan was. There had been rumors and whispers, but knowing the Dark Lord, nothing is certain.
So, there it carried on. An hour long various reporting on the actions of the ministry and the DA alliance. There was no mention of the girl, Karleá.
"So what's been happening in your world Granger?" asked the Slytherin, as they sat down on an abandoned staircase after two hours long prefect patrol.
"I have a name you know," mused Hermione, looking curiously at the boy next to her.
"…Fine. So how are you Hermione?" he replied, purposely stressing her name in a very sarcastic manner.
"Fine."
Follow that, was moments of awkward silence. Countless times, both tried to break it, but instead said nothing, hoping that the other would do so instead.
So they sat there, side by side until Draco finally broke it.
"So, have you got any more clues about um…"
"The pendant?" offered Hermione, knowing that Draco didn't want to offend her.
He nodded silently, then surprised Hermione with a sympathetic look.
"No…" she paused, letting the disappointment sink in. "I've been trying to obtain reports from the Ministry but they seem to be too busy with this new counteract group that they've been rejecting my owls."
A moment of sadness framed the girl that sat next to Draco, as Hermione slowly and carefully pulled out her pedant. When Draco reached his hand however, as to gesture for her to display it, Hermione seemed almost distant and reluctant. With that, Draco could only come up with one conclusion: she didn't trust me.
Draco must admit he wasn't all pleased, at the revelation. Draco could only wish, that time would do the trick for him. In time, perhaps, people would start seeing Draco in a new manner.
It was then, however, Draco thought up of an idea. Slowly from the insides of his black robes, he pulled out a miniature camera.
Hermione gave his a quizzing look, one that wasn't returned until Draco had taken three or four shots of the pendant.
"Let me help you research."
"Oh…Draco, you don't have to. Really, its too much," replied Hermione, in her genuinely soft voice.
But Draco shook his head. "No, I want to. I know what its like to lose one parent. But to lose both would be beyond imaginable. I want to help you."
Hermione honestly was speechless. What was she to say? All she could to was try her best not to cry and smile.
Hermione smiled.
It was a long time she had genuinely smiled again. The last moment, as she could remember was with Blaise.
Hermione smiled again. She was glad to have Draco now as a friend and Blaise as a boyfriend.
An: Sorry for the short chapter and long time no update. I am well and truly sorry. Ps. I think I really need a mentor for this fic. So please, if you're interested in helping me or even co-writing this with me, please email me ).
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