A/N: I am sooo sorry about not updating. I truly feel really bad about it. And you want know something really bad? I had this all written down and everything 2 weeks ago. I just didn't have it typed until today. SORRY! I feel so bad about it. I put it off to work on other stuff, like my other fics, my job, my family (a lot of ill people), high school shit, just simultaneous crap. I'm sorry. Well, here's the next chapter of Hermione Malfoy. I would like to thank the following people for reviewing: tropicalapple, Suicidl, Storywritter10791, Mabel, babigyrl122, Black Garnet, cindy, icriedwhenseriusdied, Yokai Cesia and Chi, Aria-wolfstar, and me (this person is not me, LondonsLegend. It is another person, just to let you know). I would also like to thank everyone for being so patient with me. Love Y'all! LondonsLegend

Hermione Malfoy

Chapter 3

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Hermione hurried down to Greenhouse 3 with only 20 minutes left in the class. When she opened the door, everyone was looking at her. She quickly walked over to Professor Sprout and handed her a pass from Dumbledore, and then took her place between Harry and Ron.

"Where were you?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had some, um...Head Girl duties to attend to with Professor Dumbledore. Um...I don't mean to be rude, but do you have my schedule?"

"Oh...yeah!" Harry said, wiping his hands off on his dirty apron and reaching in his pocket, revealing a folded piece of paper. "Sorry, I didn't have time to give it to you."

"That's alright," Hermione smiled, gently taking the paper out of Harry's hand and unfolding it. Hermione scanned the paper and then put it back in her pocket, smirking. "So," she continued quietly so as not to attract attention to herself so much. "I missed Double Potions, did I?"

"Hmmm," Harry replied, smiling.

"I hope you guys took good notes," Hermione said, starting the project that Professor Sprout was assigning.

Harry looked at her. "Hermione, don't you dare!" Harry warned her.

"Well," she said, "You guys don't tend to pay attention during Po..."

"What's he buggin' about, Harry?" Ron asked, interrupting Hermione.

"She doesn't think our notes are 'good enough'," Harry said, laughing.

"Uh, Mione!" Ron wined.

"Well, like I was 'trying' to tell Harry, you guys don't tend to pay too much attention duri..."

"Mione, no one will ever be able to take notes in class as well as you do. You know that. Get over it," Ron said.

"Harry," Hermione wined, turning to him.

"Actually, I agree with Ron."

"'Well' then," Hermione said, as they all continued with their project.

"You know, Harry?" Ron said as he worked on his project. "She is 'just' to easy."

"Hey!" Hermione said, and they all cracked-up, laughing.

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After the 'incident' that took place in the Common Room between Draco and Hermione, the two grew a bit closer, though they did end up not talking for a while, scared about their new 'relationship'. But after the torment of many unuttered words the silence was broken one night, and secrets from the past were spilt.

"Granger, I'm tired of this...this not saying anything to each other thing," Draco said one evening after dinner, when he and Hermione were separately working on homework at different tables in the Common Room they shared.

Hermione turned to look at him and quickly replied, "So am I," and sighed.

Draco nodded.

"If you really want to know, I have no real clue as to why we stopped talking to each other in the first place," Hermione concluded.

Draco nodded again.

"Look, Malfoy," Hermione said. "I can hardly imagine what you've been going through, you know, which your mother and everything, so...are you alright?"

Draco looked up from his gaze on the ground, and locked eyes with her. He slowly stood up and walked over to her, sitting down in the chair across from her.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, and she gulped, scared of what crude comment Draco might say.

"Can we call each other by our first names?" he asked her.

This greatly surprised her, but yet, she was happy with this unexpected question.

"Sure, Mal...Draco," she replied, smiling. She liked the feeling of the name on her tongue.

"Good," Draco replied, smiling.

They sat in silence again.

"I'm alright, I guess," Draco said, breaking the silence.

Hermione looked up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, I'm a Malfoy. I'm not really allowed to show any emotion."

"That's not true, Draco," Hermione protested. "Everyone has the right to show their emotions."

"But not Malfoys, Hermione! It's part of being a Malfoy; living up to the family name, and so far, I'm not doing a very good job of it."

"If being a Malfoy prevent you from living you're real life, and being who you really are, than stop!"

"Huh?"

"Stop being a Malfoy! Be you!"

"I can't do that, Mione. You don't understand!"

"How don't I understand?"

"Cause you aren't one!"

'That's what you think,' Hermione thought to herself.

"Have you ever tried?" Hermione asked.

"Tried what?!" Draco snarled.

Okay, so he hadn't fully grown out of his ways. He was still more tame than before.

"To cry? To show emotion? To be who you really are and who you really want to be?" Hermione asked gently.

He paused for a moment before speaking. "Once," Draco said, and he continued to tell her stories about his childhood, and she hers.

From then on, they had a strong bond; one that, not even Lord Voldemort, could break.

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"Lucius, come here!" a dark voice drawled from within the shadows of his chamber.

"Yes, Master?" Lucius said, gracefully walking toward the dark creature and bowing low. "How may I be of service to you?"

"Lucius Malfoy," the cold voice said silkily. "My most 'faithful' assistant. What would you think of Zambini's son, Blaise, as my heir?" he asked, smirking.

Lucius was a bit taken back by this question, but quickly regained his composure. "Ummm, yes Master, young Zambini would make a...umm, great heir."

"You're lying!" the voice accused. "What is your 'real' opinion?"

Lucius hesitated. "Well, to tell you the truth, Master, Lucius said, the words wavering as he spoke. "I really don't think Zambini would make a suitable heir for 'you' My Lord," he finished, bowing again.

"Good," the voice said slowly, and Lucius could see his masters decaying teeth for a hideous smile. "Good. That's exactly what I thought. That is why I have chosen you're son, Draco, as my heir, Lucius."

"I 'strongly' agree, My Lord,' Lucius said, grinning devilishly.

"Of 'course you do!" the voice spat at him.

Lucius flinched and quickly took a step back. He was scared of angering his Master. It wasn't pretty.

"Now," continued the voice, "go and inform your son of his position as my heir. He should be grateful."

"Yes Master. He will definitely be grateful!"

"And Lucius, do you still have the blood?"

Lucius gulped before speaking. "Yes, Master. My wife and family's blood is being prepared for the ceremony at this very moment."

The shadow smiled again. "Good. You may leave me now!"

"Yes. And again, thank you for your 'generous' decision," the dark figure nodded, "My Lord Voldemort," and with that, Lucius turned around, and left Lord Voldemort's chambers.

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A/N: Hey, I'm sorry this was so late, but I do hope that you liked it. Thanks sooo much for reading! Please review!