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A/N: Okay, Draco has a little sister. Weird, eh? Well, I wanted to spring a surprise on you. Why does he need to save her? Hmm. . . Read and find out! Anyway, I want to take time and thank all my reviewers. Thank you, Reviewers. I know I'm not mentioning you by name, but, that's a lot of work, and I'm updating every day, or every other day. I might just devote a page to those that have reviewed. Hmmm. . . that sounds like a good idea. Ah, but, on with our show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Sixteen
Draco slipped into the room, his gray eyes filled with an emotion that should have seemed foreign to him, concern. Hermione was following behind, curious. Draco told her that he had something to show her, something that, to him, was worth protecting. It was odd, she never thought Draco cared about anything, but here he was, proving that he was indeed human. Strange, that.
A tiny blonde girl sat on the floor, oblivious, playing with a large glass orb. Her attention was focused on the toy, her cherubic face creased with childish concentration, large cobalt blue eyes locked on the orb with an intensity that belied her age. She clutched at the ball with one chubby hand, the other had a death grip on a tiny purple blanket.
"Melody, hon. Look here, meet one of my friends." The tiny angel turned, a smile breaking across her chubby little face, her large eyes shining with delight. Draco knelt next to her, scooping her into a big hug. "Melody, this is Hermione Granger, a friend of mine from school. Hermione, this is Melody, my baby sister."
The little girl gave Hermione a shy smile. "Howja do, Mione."
Hermione grinned, "How do you do, Melody." She knelt beside the girl, "What is this?" Hermione gestured to the glass ball.
Melody grinned cheekily, "Whassit to ya?"
Hermione burst out laughing. "She's adorable, Draco!" Then she sobered. "Hey, uh, I better be getting back to the Burrow. Erm. . . everyone will be really worried, y'know."
"We'll take you, we have to talk to Dumbledore anyway." Draco offered, then sighed, "I am so out of character."
Hermione laughed, "Yes you are. No one's going to believe this y'know. You all good now? It's like saying Voldemort will just walk up to Harry and say 'Please, Potter, I'm so sorry for my wrongs. Send me to Hell, where I deserve to rot.'"
"It's not that unbelievable that I can be nice, is it?" Draco asked, earnestly. Hermione was taken aback. The wistful look on his face made him appear so young, so vulnerable. "I admit, I've not been the best person to you, especially Third year, but that thing last year, with Umbridge, that was just an act. We were expected to be that way."
Hermione made up her mind suddenly. "Draco. . . Truce?" She held out her hand, just above Melody's head.
Draco looked down at Melody, his expression unreadable, then looked up, "Truce." He shook her hand, then glanced at his sister again. "Uh, Hermione? We're going to talk to Dumbledore about immunity, protection from my father and the other Deatheaters. I was wondering. . ." He gestured to the enraptured girl, "Can I-can I bring her?"
Hermione nodded soberly, "Yes. If you didn't, I'd hex you five ways to Sunday."
Draco smiled, "Well, we have lots to do, and miles to go before we sleep."
"You read muggle literature? American muggle literature, to be exact!" Hermione gasped.
"Frost, the best poet. . . he wasn't a Muggle either, just a relaxed Wizard. He was much like you, a God Incarnate. Hermes, the wordsmith, was his God."
Hermione looked nonplussed. "I thought *I * was the know-it-all."
Draco grinned, "You learn something new everyday."
***
George paced the living room of the Burrow, his brow furrowed. "Where is she?" His voice cracked with fear.
Fred sighed, "Pacing isn't going to help her."
George rounded, "Please Fred! I don't need this!"
"Fred's right, George." Dumbledore entered from the kitchen, where an impromptu meeting had been issued.
"The meeting's over?" Ron jumped up from the couch. . . "Did you learn anything?"
The rest looked on, hopeful.
"No. . . wherever they are, it's Undetectable." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Ah, but no use worrying, she's got a tremendous amount of power, they couldn't just walk away with her, y'know." He pulled a little tin from his robes. . . "Altoid?" He had recently discovered the mint, and it became his favorite candy, next only to his lemon drops. "No? Ah, well, I'm sure she'll turn up soon." A knock on the door reinforced this statement.
George jumped up, running to the front door, flinging it wide open. "Mione!!!!" He cried, sweeping the girl into a bear hug.
"Hermione? How did I know you'd end up with a Weasley? Though, I must say, it isn't the one I'd have expected, y'know." Draco spat, casually. His defences were up. Hermione sighed, just as Ron and Harry entered the room.
"Hermione!" Both boys cried, rushing forward, and then stopping, catching sight of the other five. Ron turned an ugly shade of red. "Ferret boy, you've gone to far!"
"Ron!" Hermione admonished, breaking free of George to stand next to Draco and the others. "Don't. . ." She warned softly.
"Mione, what are Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle doing here, at my home?" Ron bellowed, his fists clenched. Harry, on the other hand, noticed the little girl, and the way Hermione stood protectively in front of them.
"For your information, Ron, he RESCUED me! At risk to his own life, for Gods sakes."
George rounded on Draco. . . "What have you done to her?" His voice was dangerously low. "I swear, if you've hexed her to believe this crap, I'll-"
"You'll do what, Weasley?" Draco smirked, "Prank me to death? Puhlease, even if I wanted to harm her, I couldn't. She's protected by a force far larger than anything I could summon. So, can we come in or what?"
Melody let go of her brother, toddling forward to Hermione. "Mione, get me!" She demanded of the older girl. When Hermione obliged, Melody locked her cobalt blue eyes on one astonished George. "Bad boy, Weezy. Don't yell. Not nice." Melody reached out and smacked George in reprimand. This sent Hermione and the group behind her into a fit of giggles.
"Where'd the midget come from?" Fred asked, looking at the tiny girl with a mixture of amusement and awe. "How old is she?"
"She came with us, Weasley, and for your information, she's two." Draco sneered, looking at the other twin.
Hermione sighed, long suffering. "C'mon Mel, let's go inside before we die of testosterone overdoses. You too, Pansy, can't leave you here with these cretins." Hermione marched by all the boys, carrying Melody, and Pansy in tow. The boys just stared, as she went through.
Hermione swept into the living room, astonishing everyone in there. Members of the order, including Sirius, Remus, and Severus. They had all heard the arguing, and were about to investigate, when Hermione strolled in.
"Hermione?" Sirius looked at the little girl, and Pansy, "An explanation. . ."
Hermione glared at Sirius, "As much as I'm glad you're here and all, Sirius, I don't think I have to answer to you." She turned to Dumbledore, "I need your help."
Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled, then he looked at Melody, "Indeed, well, get Messrs Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, since Miss Parkinson is here, and we'll get down to business."
Hermione nodded, depositing Melody into Dumbledore's arms, where the older man was staring at the tiny girl with amusement, and she was eyeing his beard mischievously.
Hermione stalked back to the front door. "Hey, Draco, Vincent, Gregory, we gonna do this or what?" The boys all had their wands out, when Draco and his cronies beat a hasty retreat.
"Coming."
***
"Let me get this right. . . Malfoy and his gang are part of a Resistance against Voldemort?" Ron looked suspicious, "C'mon, they're playing us. They just want to spy on the order."
Hermione glared at Ron, "Ron, you have some issues to work out, y'know. When have I lead you wrong?"
They were in the living room with the rest, Malfoy and his gang, the twins, and Ginny, awaiting the Order's deliberation to come to a close.
"Well, there was that one time. . . no. . . wait, that was Harry. . . well. . . there was. . . no. . . that was me. . . I guess. . . you haven't" Ron admitted grudgingly.
"Of course not."
***
"He has betrayed me, Lucius." Voldemort glared. "Your son, heir or not, must pay."
"Yes, m'Lord." Lucius gritted, cursing the Gods for his son. "I will make sure of it."
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A/N: Hey, ended it there. What do you think? Oh, yah, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
A/N: Okay, Draco has a little sister. Weird, eh? Well, I wanted to spring a surprise on you. Why does he need to save her? Hmm. . . Read and find out! Anyway, I want to take time and thank all my reviewers. Thank you, Reviewers. I know I'm not mentioning you by name, but, that's a lot of work, and I'm updating every day, or every other day. I might just devote a page to those that have reviewed. Hmmm. . . that sounds like a good idea. Ah, but, on with our show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Sixteen
Draco slipped into the room, his gray eyes filled with an emotion that should have seemed foreign to him, concern. Hermione was following behind, curious. Draco told her that he had something to show her, something that, to him, was worth protecting. It was odd, she never thought Draco cared about anything, but here he was, proving that he was indeed human. Strange, that.
A tiny blonde girl sat on the floor, oblivious, playing with a large glass orb. Her attention was focused on the toy, her cherubic face creased with childish concentration, large cobalt blue eyes locked on the orb with an intensity that belied her age. She clutched at the ball with one chubby hand, the other had a death grip on a tiny purple blanket.
"Melody, hon. Look here, meet one of my friends." The tiny angel turned, a smile breaking across her chubby little face, her large eyes shining with delight. Draco knelt next to her, scooping her into a big hug. "Melody, this is Hermione Granger, a friend of mine from school. Hermione, this is Melody, my baby sister."
The little girl gave Hermione a shy smile. "Howja do, Mione."
Hermione grinned, "How do you do, Melody." She knelt beside the girl, "What is this?" Hermione gestured to the glass ball.
Melody grinned cheekily, "Whassit to ya?"
Hermione burst out laughing. "She's adorable, Draco!" Then she sobered. "Hey, uh, I better be getting back to the Burrow. Erm. . . everyone will be really worried, y'know."
"We'll take you, we have to talk to Dumbledore anyway." Draco offered, then sighed, "I am so out of character."
Hermione laughed, "Yes you are. No one's going to believe this y'know. You all good now? It's like saying Voldemort will just walk up to Harry and say 'Please, Potter, I'm so sorry for my wrongs. Send me to Hell, where I deserve to rot.'"
"It's not that unbelievable that I can be nice, is it?" Draco asked, earnestly. Hermione was taken aback. The wistful look on his face made him appear so young, so vulnerable. "I admit, I've not been the best person to you, especially Third year, but that thing last year, with Umbridge, that was just an act. We were expected to be that way."
Hermione made up her mind suddenly. "Draco. . . Truce?" She held out her hand, just above Melody's head.
Draco looked down at Melody, his expression unreadable, then looked up, "Truce." He shook her hand, then glanced at his sister again. "Uh, Hermione? We're going to talk to Dumbledore about immunity, protection from my father and the other Deatheaters. I was wondering. . ." He gestured to the enraptured girl, "Can I-can I bring her?"
Hermione nodded soberly, "Yes. If you didn't, I'd hex you five ways to Sunday."
Draco smiled, "Well, we have lots to do, and miles to go before we sleep."
"You read muggle literature? American muggle literature, to be exact!" Hermione gasped.
"Frost, the best poet. . . he wasn't a Muggle either, just a relaxed Wizard. He was much like you, a God Incarnate. Hermes, the wordsmith, was his God."
Hermione looked nonplussed. "I thought *I * was the know-it-all."
Draco grinned, "You learn something new everyday."
***
George paced the living room of the Burrow, his brow furrowed. "Where is she?" His voice cracked with fear.
Fred sighed, "Pacing isn't going to help her."
George rounded, "Please Fred! I don't need this!"
"Fred's right, George." Dumbledore entered from the kitchen, where an impromptu meeting had been issued.
"The meeting's over?" Ron jumped up from the couch. . . "Did you learn anything?"
The rest looked on, hopeful.
"No. . . wherever they are, it's Undetectable." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Ah, but no use worrying, she's got a tremendous amount of power, they couldn't just walk away with her, y'know." He pulled a little tin from his robes. . . "Altoid?" He had recently discovered the mint, and it became his favorite candy, next only to his lemon drops. "No? Ah, well, I'm sure she'll turn up soon." A knock on the door reinforced this statement.
George jumped up, running to the front door, flinging it wide open. "Mione!!!!" He cried, sweeping the girl into a bear hug.
"Hermione? How did I know you'd end up with a Weasley? Though, I must say, it isn't the one I'd have expected, y'know." Draco spat, casually. His defences were up. Hermione sighed, just as Ron and Harry entered the room.
"Hermione!" Both boys cried, rushing forward, and then stopping, catching sight of the other five. Ron turned an ugly shade of red. "Ferret boy, you've gone to far!"
"Ron!" Hermione admonished, breaking free of George to stand next to Draco and the others. "Don't. . ." She warned softly.
"Mione, what are Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle doing here, at my home?" Ron bellowed, his fists clenched. Harry, on the other hand, noticed the little girl, and the way Hermione stood protectively in front of them.
"For your information, Ron, he RESCUED me! At risk to his own life, for Gods sakes."
George rounded on Draco. . . "What have you done to her?" His voice was dangerously low. "I swear, if you've hexed her to believe this crap, I'll-"
"You'll do what, Weasley?" Draco smirked, "Prank me to death? Puhlease, even if I wanted to harm her, I couldn't. She's protected by a force far larger than anything I could summon. So, can we come in or what?"
Melody let go of her brother, toddling forward to Hermione. "Mione, get me!" She demanded of the older girl. When Hermione obliged, Melody locked her cobalt blue eyes on one astonished George. "Bad boy, Weezy. Don't yell. Not nice." Melody reached out and smacked George in reprimand. This sent Hermione and the group behind her into a fit of giggles.
"Where'd the midget come from?" Fred asked, looking at the tiny girl with a mixture of amusement and awe. "How old is she?"
"She came with us, Weasley, and for your information, she's two." Draco sneered, looking at the other twin.
Hermione sighed, long suffering. "C'mon Mel, let's go inside before we die of testosterone overdoses. You too, Pansy, can't leave you here with these cretins." Hermione marched by all the boys, carrying Melody, and Pansy in tow. The boys just stared, as she went through.
Hermione swept into the living room, astonishing everyone in there. Members of the order, including Sirius, Remus, and Severus. They had all heard the arguing, and were about to investigate, when Hermione strolled in.
"Hermione?" Sirius looked at the little girl, and Pansy, "An explanation. . ."
Hermione glared at Sirius, "As much as I'm glad you're here and all, Sirius, I don't think I have to answer to you." She turned to Dumbledore, "I need your help."
Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled, then he looked at Melody, "Indeed, well, get Messrs Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, since Miss Parkinson is here, and we'll get down to business."
Hermione nodded, depositing Melody into Dumbledore's arms, where the older man was staring at the tiny girl with amusement, and she was eyeing his beard mischievously.
Hermione stalked back to the front door. "Hey, Draco, Vincent, Gregory, we gonna do this or what?" The boys all had their wands out, when Draco and his cronies beat a hasty retreat.
"Coming."
***
"Let me get this right. . . Malfoy and his gang are part of a Resistance against Voldemort?" Ron looked suspicious, "C'mon, they're playing us. They just want to spy on the order."
Hermione glared at Ron, "Ron, you have some issues to work out, y'know. When have I lead you wrong?"
They were in the living room with the rest, Malfoy and his gang, the twins, and Ginny, awaiting the Order's deliberation to come to a close.
"Well, there was that one time. . . no. . . wait, that was Harry. . . well. . . there was. . . no. . . that was me. . . I guess. . . you haven't" Ron admitted grudgingly.
"Of course not."
***
"He has betrayed me, Lucius." Voldemort glared. "Your son, heir or not, must pay."
"Yes, m'Lord." Lucius gritted, cursing the Gods for his son. "I will make sure of it."
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A/N: Hey, ended it there. What do you think? Oh, yah, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
