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And now, Chapter 2!
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Hermione Malfoy
Chapter 2
Hermione walked back to her Common Room, mumbled the password (Fiddle Faddle), and walked inside, and saw her, for the first time, her new home for the rest of the year.
When she walked in and looked up, she was stunned. Book shelves encircled almost all of walls throughout the whole Common Room. In one corner, there was a fairly big fire place, where, in front of it, sat two, soft-looking chairs. One red and gold, the other green and silver.
In another part of the Common Room sat a green and silver couch adjacent to a red and gold couch. And in other various parts of the room, were tables with a chair or two at each one.
The room was stunning. She was amazed at how Dumbledore could provide such luxuries for his two head students. It also made her wonder how Dumbledore's living and sleeping quarters looked.
At the moment, a loud booming came from Draco's room, or hat she assumed was Draco's room because of the golden 'D' on it.
It sounded like music, 'but that couldn't be' she thought to herself. But when she heard words in the essence of the noise, she quickly ran to his door and started to rapidly bang on it.
"Draco!" she yelled, her fist smacking the door with great force.
After a while of banging, the door opened, revealing a very ruffle-headed Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Draco snarled, glaring daggers at her.
"What are you doing in there?" Hermione asked, trying to pear around the side of his shoulder, but didn't see anything. "Smothering a Hippogriff?" she asked, sarcastically.
"I'm listening to music, Granger," Draco replied. "You do know what music is, don't you? You 'are' a Mudblood."
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.
"Of course I know what music is, you halfwit. I'm just wondering how you're able to play any while we're at Hogwarts! Muggle items and most electronic items don't work on Hogwarts grounds!"
"Dumbledore left me a note next to a stereo in my room. It said that he bewitched them for us as long was we provided our own music. There's probably one in your room, as well!"
"And you brought your own, knowing that there would be a stereo here?" Hermione guessed, unconvinced at what Draco was saying.
"No! Of course I didn't know ahead of time, you rutty mudblood. I'm not physic. I always bring a CD with me to school. You never know when you'll find an enchanted CD player or whatever. Now," he said, getting in position to close the door, "could I please listen to my music in peace?!"
"God, your such a prat!" Hermione huffed, turning around.
Behind her, Draco's bedroom door slammed shut.
Hermione quickly got over herself and marched to her room, closing the door behind her. That's when she looked around and really realized that she was in her new room. She looked around, loving what she saw. There, in the corner, was a queen-sized four-poster bed, red and gold curtains hanging from it. The coverlet was a red and gold pattern with a giant 'G' on it, which made her unsure if it was meant to mean Gryffindor, or Granger, but Gryffindor was her best guess.
Over the windows hung blood red curtains, and in the corner, sat a beautiful, oak wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe was a door with the words 'Bathroom' on it. On the opposite side of the wall sat a desk and chair, and on top of the desk, was, in fact, a bewitched muggle stereo. She walked over to it, picking up a parchment note that sat on top of it, the writing in Dumbledore's handwriting.
She smiled as she picked up the note, which read: Mr. Granger, I have decided to give you and Mr. Malfoy each a bewitched stereo. I find it very comforting to listen to music while I work. Yours truly, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
'How sweet,' Hermione thought to herself as she unpacked her clothes from her trunk into her wardrobe.
That night, before laying her head down on her pillow and falling into a deep sleep, with the aid of Harry's owl Hedwig, she wrote a note to her parents, asking them to send Hedwig back with all of her CDs.
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The next morning, Hermione got up and got ready as quickly as possible to avoid Draco's taunting. She hurriedly walked down to the Great Hall, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Ron and Harry to show up.
After about ten minutes, Ron and Harry finally showed up with Ginny, Dean Thomas, Shamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, and a whole bunch of other Gryffindors.
"Mione! Mione! Mione!" Ginny squealed rather loudly, as well as very fast.
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!" Hermione said imitating her freckled friend. "What's the matter?"
"Well," Ginny said, sitting down next to Hermione, "I didn't get a chance to really talk to you yesterday. So, how was your summer?"
"You know," Ron answered for her. "Same old, same old!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Ginny snapped at her brother. "Did it look like I was talking to you?"
"Actually, Ginny, Ron's right. Nothing much happened during my summer," Hermione said.
Hermione started to feel uncomfortable. She didn't really want to have this conversation again, so, she look down at the watch on her left wrist, pretending to be in a hurry.
"Oh, sorry, guys, got to go," she said impatiently, standing up from the table. "I've got some stuff to finish before classes start."
"You didn't even wait long enough to get your schedule!" Harry protested, stopping her on her way out of the Great Hall.
"Could you bring it to me, Harry?" Hermione begged.
"Ummm..." Harry started to protest, but Hermione interrupted him.
"Thanks, Harry. I'm on the 4th floor; the entrance is behind a portrait of Professor Dippit, sipping tea. The password is..." she leaned in to whisper 'Fiddle Faddle' into his ear, and as she did so, her breath passed over Harry's neck and face, sending shivers down his spine.
With that, she quickly raced out of the Great Hall.
"What was that all about?" asked Dean when Hermione wasn't in earshot.
"Dun' know!" Harry admitted, taking a seat at the table with all of his other friends.
"So..." Ron said, a sly grin spreading over his lips. "What's the password?"
"What she whispered into my ear," Harry said, scooping some eggs onto his plate.
"Which is..." Ron asked, waving his hand in an impatient notion.
"The password!" Harry said, scooping some eggs onto his fork and placing the for into his mouth.
"Harry!" Ron wined, annoyed. "What's the password?"
"What she whispered in my ear, Ronald!"
"Obviously, but really, what is the password?"
"Mate, passwords are supposed to be confidential!"
"Huh?"
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?!"
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Hermione ran up to her room and mumbled the password before entering. Once inside, she stopped. Professor Dumbledore was in the Common Room, standing next to their fireplace, silently talking to Draco; sympathetically on the young mans shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Draco," Dumbledore said, as Draco hung his head in depression. "Maybe Miss Granger can help you feel better, fore I've seen that she has just entered. Miss Granger," Dumbledore addressed her, "how much did you hear?"
"Nothing really, Professor," Hermione replied. "Only that you were really sorry about something."
She looked down at Draco's hands, noticing a note clenched in one of his fists.
"Well," Dumbledore said. "Maybe Draco would like to explain things to you. Draco you are dismissed from all classes for the rest of the day. Hermione, you may attend classes when you feel the need to, but at the latest, tomorrow morning. Good day," and with that, he left.
After Dumbledore left, Draco stayed in the same place, head down, note in hand.
"Draco?" Hermione asked softly, cautiously stepping towards him. "I-Is everything alright?"
"Oh yeah, Granger," Draco said sarcastically, sadness in his voice. "Everything is just peachy!"
Draco turned to her, his face red and tearstained; his hands were shaking.
"Draco? What's the matter?" Hermione asked, running up to him, resisting the urge to hug him.
"You really want to know?" Draco asked, thrusting the letter at her. "Here. Read it!"
Hermione cautiously took the letter from him, unfolded it, and began to read.
"Dearest Draco," the letter read, tear drops littering the page. "I really don't want to have to write this, but I feel I have to choice. Lucius has killed every single member of our family (except for you and me), with the help of his fellow Death Eaters, and you may not believe it, bit it's true. And now, my son, he is after me, and I would rather die at my own hands the Lucius Malfoy's hands, so, I have decided to kill myself. Please, stay away from your father. I don't want you to suffer the same fate. Love always, even in death, your mother, Narcissa."
"Draco?" Hermione asked after she was finished reading the letter. "This isn't real, is it?"
"'Course it's real! You're looking at it and you're holding it. Dumbledore came here to give it to me. He said that he was her body and everything. She was dead to the world!"
More tears started to pour from Draco's eyes. After a few minutes of silence, Hermione walked forward a step, and placed a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder. As she did so, Draco crumpled into a heap on the floor, next to her feet. Hermione slowly bent down to the floor, her hand making small, comforting, circular motions on Draco's back. But all he did was cry, his shoulders heaving.
"It could be a fake, Draco," Hermione insisted, on the verge of tears.
"It could," Draco said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she's still dead, along with everyone else."
Draco sat there and cried, as Hermione pat his back, insistent on making him feel better. After about ten minutes, Draco's shoulders stop heaving. He lifted his head up and looked at Hermione.
"What am I going to do?" he asked Hermione, his voice quivering.
"Well, I know it's not saying much, but you have your father," Hermione answered, taking her hand off of his back.
"Yeah, like I really want that Bastard around!" Draco scoffed.
"Well, you have friends that care about you," Hermione insisted.
"I don't have any friends," Draco said, shaking his head. "All the rest of the Slytherins only pretend to be my friends because of what position Lucius is in."
"Well," Hermione paused for a moment before continuing, "You have me."
Draco looked up at her, their eyes locking together. He nodded slightly as a smile spread onto his lips. "Thanks."
Hermione nodded, and together they sat there, just thinking.
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A/N: So, how was that for you? Please review and tell me what you thought! Thanx!
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Hermione Malfoy
Chapter 2
Hermione walked back to her Common Room, mumbled the password (Fiddle Faddle), and walked inside, and saw her, for the first time, her new home for the rest of the year.
When she walked in and looked up, she was stunned. Book shelves encircled almost all of walls throughout the whole Common Room. In one corner, there was a fairly big fire place, where, in front of it, sat two, soft-looking chairs. One red and gold, the other green and silver.
In another part of the Common Room sat a green and silver couch adjacent to a red and gold couch. And in other various parts of the room, were tables with a chair or two at each one.
The room was stunning. She was amazed at how Dumbledore could provide such luxuries for his two head students. It also made her wonder how Dumbledore's living and sleeping quarters looked.
At the moment, a loud booming came from Draco's room, or hat she assumed was Draco's room because of the golden 'D' on it.
It sounded like music, 'but that couldn't be' she thought to herself. But when she heard words in the essence of the noise, she quickly ran to his door and started to rapidly bang on it.
"Draco!" she yelled, her fist smacking the door with great force.
After a while of banging, the door opened, revealing a very ruffle-headed Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want?" Draco snarled, glaring daggers at her.
"What are you doing in there?" Hermione asked, trying to pear around the side of his shoulder, but didn't see anything. "Smothering a Hippogriff?" she asked, sarcastically.
"I'm listening to music, Granger," Draco replied. "You do know what music is, don't you? You 'are' a Mudblood."
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.
"Of course I know what music is, you halfwit. I'm just wondering how you're able to play any while we're at Hogwarts! Muggle items and most electronic items don't work on Hogwarts grounds!"
"Dumbledore left me a note next to a stereo in my room. It said that he bewitched them for us as long was we provided our own music. There's probably one in your room, as well!"
"And you brought your own, knowing that there would be a stereo here?" Hermione guessed, unconvinced at what Draco was saying.
"No! Of course I didn't know ahead of time, you rutty mudblood. I'm not physic. I always bring a CD with me to school. You never know when you'll find an enchanted CD player or whatever. Now," he said, getting in position to close the door, "could I please listen to my music in peace?!"
"God, your such a prat!" Hermione huffed, turning around.
Behind her, Draco's bedroom door slammed shut.
Hermione quickly got over herself and marched to her room, closing the door behind her. That's when she looked around and really realized that she was in her new room. She looked around, loving what she saw. There, in the corner, was a queen-sized four-poster bed, red and gold curtains hanging from it. The coverlet was a red and gold pattern with a giant 'G' on it, which made her unsure if it was meant to mean Gryffindor, or Granger, but Gryffindor was her best guess.
Over the windows hung blood red curtains, and in the corner, sat a beautiful, oak wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe was a door with the words 'Bathroom' on it. On the opposite side of the wall sat a desk and chair, and on top of the desk, was, in fact, a bewitched muggle stereo. She walked over to it, picking up a parchment note that sat on top of it, the writing in Dumbledore's handwriting.
She smiled as she picked up the note, which read: Mr. Granger, I have decided to give you and Mr. Malfoy each a bewitched stereo. I find it very comforting to listen to music while I work. Yours truly, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
'How sweet,' Hermione thought to herself as she unpacked her clothes from her trunk into her wardrobe.
That night, before laying her head down on her pillow and falling into a deep sleep, with the aid of Harry's owl Hedwig, she wrote a note to her parents, asking them to send Hedwig back with all of her CDs.
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The next morning, Hermione got up and got ready as quickly as possible to avoid Draco's taunting. She hurriedly walked down to the Great Hall, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Ron and Harry to show up.
After about ten minutes, Ron and Harry finally showed up with Ginny, Dean Thomas, Shamus Finnegan, Neville Longbottom, and a whole bunch of other Gryffindors.
"Mione! Mione! Mione!" Ginny squealed rather loudly, as well as very fast.
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!" Hermione said imitating her freckled friend. "What's the matter?"
"Well," Ginny said, sitting down next to Hermione, "I didn't get a chance to really talk to you yesterday. So, how was your summer?"
"You know," Ron answered for her. "Same old, same old!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Ginny snapped at her brother. "Did it look like I was talking to you?"
"Actually, Ginny, Ron's right. Nothing much happened during my summer," Hermione said.
Hermione started to feel uncomfortable. She didn't really want to have this conversation again, so, she look down at the watch on her left wrist, pretending to be in a hurry.
"Oh, sorry, guys, got to go," she said impatiently, standing up from the table. "I've got some stuff to finish before classes start."
"You didn't even wait long enough to get your schedule!" Harry protested, stopping her on her way out of the Great Hall.
"Could you bring it to me, Harry?" Hermione begged.
"Ummm..." Harry started to protest, but Hermione interrupted him.
"Thanks, Harry. I'm on the 4th floor; the entrance is behind a portrait of Professor Dippit, sipping tea. The password is..." she leaned in to whisper 'Fiddle Faddle' into his ear, and as she did so, her breath passed over Harry's neck and face, sending shivers down his spine.
With that, she quickly raced out of the Great Hall.
"What was that all about?" asked Dean when Hermione wasn't in earshot.
"Dun' know!" Harry admitted, taking a seat at the table with all of his other friends.
"So..." Ron said, a sly grin spreading over his lips. "What's the password?"
"What she whispered into my ear," Harry said, scooping some eggs onto his plate.
"Which is..." Ron asked, waving his hand in an impatient notion.
"The password!" Harry said, scooping some eggs onto his fork and placing the for into his mouth.
"Harry!" Ron wined, annoyed. "What's the password?"
"What she whispered in my ear, Ronald!"
"Obviously, but really, what is the password?"
"Mate, passwords are supposed to be confidential!"
"Huh?"
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?!"
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Hermione ran up to her room and mumbled the password before entering. Once inside, she stopped. Professor Dumbledore was in the Common Room, standing next to their fireplace, silently talking to Draco; sympathetically on the young mans shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Draco," Dumbledore said, as Draco hung his head in depression. "Maybe Miss Granger can help you feel better, fore I've seen that she has just entered. Miss Granger," Dumbledore addressed her, "how much did you hear?"
"Nothing really, Professor," Hermione replied. "Only that you were really sorry about something."
She looked down at Draco's hands, noticing a note clenched in one of his fists.
"Well," Dumbledore said. "Maybe Draco would like to explain things to you. Draco you are dismissed from all classes for the rest of the day. Hermione, you may attend classes when you feel the need to, but at the latest, tomorrow morning. Good day," and with that, he left.
After Dumbledore left, Draco stayed in the same place, head down, note in hand.
"Draco?" Hermione asked softly, cautiously stepping towards him. "I-Is everything alright?"
"Oh yeah, Granger," Draco said sarcastically, sadness in his voice. "Everything is just peachy!"
Draco turned to her, his face red and tearstained; his hands were shaking.
"Draco? What's the matter?" Hermione asked, running up to him, resisting the urge to hug him.
"You really want to know?" Draco asked, thrusting the letter at her. "Here. Read it!"
Hermione cautiously took the letter from him, unfolded it, and began to read.
"Dearest Draco," the letter read, tear drops littering the page. "I really don't want to have to write this, but I feel I have to choice. Lucius has killed every single member of our family (except for you and me), with the help of his fellow Death Eaters, and you may not believe it, bit it's true. And now, my son, he is after me, and I would rather die at my own hands the Lucius Malfoy's hands, so, I have decided to kill myself. Please, stay away from your father. I don't want you to suffer the same fate. Love always, even in death, your mother, Narcissa."
"Draco?" Hermione asked after she was finished reading the letter. "This isn't real, is it?"
"'Course it's real! You're looking at it and you're holding it. Dumbledore came here to give it to me. He said that he was her body and everything. She was dead to the world!"
More tears started to pour from Draco's eyes. After a few minutes of silence, Hermione walked forward a step, and placed a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder. As she did so, Draco crumpled into a heap on the floor, next to her feet. Hermione slowly bent down to the floor, her hand making small, comforting, circular motions on Draco's back. But all he did was cry, his shoulders heaving.
"It could be a fake, Draco," Hermione insisted, on the verge of tears.
"It could," Draco said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she's still dead, along with everyone else."
Draco sat there and cried, as Hermione pat his back, insistent on making him feel better. After about ten minutes, Draco's shoulders stop heaving. He lifted his head up and looked at Hermione.
"What am I going to do?" he asked Hermione, his voice quivering.
"Well, I know it's not saying much, but you have your father," Hermione answered, taking her hand off of his back.
"Yeah, like I really want that Bastard around!" Draco scoffed.
"Well, you have friends that care about you," Hermione insisted.
"I don't have any friends," Draco said, shaking his head. "All the rest of the Slytherins only pretend to be my friends because of what position Lucius is in."
"Well," Hermione paused for a moment before continuing, "You have me."
Draco looked up at her, their eyes locking together. He nodded slightly as a smile spread onto his lips. "Thanks."
Hermione nodded, and together they sat there, just thinking.
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A/N: So, how was that for you? Please review and tell me what you thought! Thanx!
