AN:Ok people. Here's the update that all of ya'll been waiting for. There isn't too much in it but i feel that this chapter reveals quite a little bit. Oh yeah in the last chapter I forgot to translate what Danielle's husband said. It's something along the lines of.

(We'll leave to find our daughter right after breakfast. We'll search the whole of Britain. Hushh….Now calm down)

Sorry about that...Oh my god...I just read the best fic. It's a Lily/James fic and I am so in love with it. Go check it's on my faves list...

Ok that's about all. Anyway enjoy and thanks to all the wonderful reviewers.

Ella's eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed, making her resemble a fish when she saw what Hermione did with a mere flick of her hand. She had only seen five other people who had powers that were so pronounced. Only five other people in the world were so closely bonded to magic that it consumed their very soul, their very being and they were one with magic.

They were all thankfully not on the side of evil but three of them had since the middle ages renounced the wizarding world and lived as mortals, home-educating their children instead of sending them to academies like Hogwarts or any other wizarding schools for that matter...

The three most powerful witches in time...Together they battled evil in the form of demons from the underworld and performed wandless magic at such ease that it seemed effortless.

There were two wizards that still kept contact with the wizarding world that possessed such abilities. Dumbledore and Harry Potter. Even their magic was nothing compared to the magnitude to which the witches could perform magic.

All these thoughts were flashing through Ella's mind at that very moment when she gaped at Hermione. She caught sight of Malfoy staring at Hermione as though he wanted to tear her head off. He was clenching and unclenching one of his fists and his other hand was rubbing his nose that was bleeding slightly.

"Go to Dumbledore now! Take that Malfoy boy with you as protection. Go now!" she instructed her eyes glazing over as she thought out what the next course of action would be. Upon seeing the look on Hermione's face Ella's expression softened.

At that moment, Malfoy was the last thing on Hermione's mind. Hermione wondered how she had managed such a feat. She had read about wandless magic before and she knew that before a witch or wizard got their wands, they would have the ability to perform wandless magic when influenced with strong emotions; Even then, they would not know they were doing it or determine exactly what they did.

Hermione remembered when they were in their third year; Harry had blown up his aunt. That was exactly what had instigated her to read up on wandless magic. She had learned that the ability to do wandless magic abated once the wizard or witch acquired a wand. She stared at her quivering hand that had caused the door to move when Ella finally spoke again.

"I know you don't like him dearie, but right now it's our only hope. I can only tail both of you in the paintings and there aren't many paintings near Dumbledore's office. Go now!" she added.

"I'm still here you know," Malfoy said his drawling voice getting on Hermione's nerves more than it usually did. He then shrugged and said that he wasn't about to waste his time and energy accompanying a mudblood to a excuse of a headmaster's office.

Ella looked at him reproachfully before saying, "You will take her there now. I will hear no excuses. Leave now. You have wasted enough time. GO!" she said. Her voice eerily calm and her last words said so commandingly that Hermione winced and Malfoy decided that she was not one to mess with.

After seeing that Malfoy would take Hermione to Dumbledore's office, she disappeared and Hermione knew that she was on her way to Dumbledore's office.

Hermione's thoughts were extremely muddled by that time. She knew that she was no powerful witch and that the only reason she did well in all subjects both in practicals and theory was studying. She saw Malfoy looking at her, doubts swimming in his eyes.

Malfoy was shocked, it had finally hit him that Hermione had performed wandless magic and he knew from his father that it was what Voldemort was after...second to ruling the entire universe of course.

He shuddered at the thought of the dark-lord. He knew that his father wanted him to join the ranks of the death-eaters once he graduated from Hogwarts but Malfoy though craving power had seen that the Dark-lord gave none to his faithful death-eaters. He had seen the way his father had to greet Voldemort every time he stopped by for a visit.

He was a Malfoy. He would not; repeat would not kiss the feet of some person who fancied himself Lord. Malfoy had found out that Voldemort was in fact, Tom Riddle. A filthy half-blood. He had not told anyone of his findings as he knew that if the news leaked out, Voldemort would hunt him down and kill him.

He could see it in the eyes of the sick man; He was merciless. He did not care for anyone. Not even for the people he called family. Not even for his closest followers and Malfoy held no doubt that Voldemort would kill his own flesh and blood if they dared defy him.

"Let's go then," Hermione said before making her way to the door. She had shocked him but thankfully due to years of training, he did not allow it to show. Malfoy fell into step beside her.

"So Granger, found another way to get the world's attention have you?" Malfoy hissed, sill not extremely happy over that fact that she had slammed the door over his nose. Thankfully the bleeding had subsided and though his nose still stung, he knew that there was no swelling.

"Shut your trap Malfoy. Right now, the last person I want to deal with is you!" Hermione shouted, her anger getting the better of her. Her pale cheeks colored and she told herself to count to ten.

"I don't take orders from filth Granger," Malfoy hissed, his voice holding a dangerous edge. He too was not in the mood to deal with the self righteous Granger. In fact he never was in the mood to deal with her. She always had to be so perfect.

He glared at her, blaming her for making him have to walk all the way to Dumbledore's office. He had only been in there once and at that time; it had not been Dumbledore's office but Professor. Umbridge's. He remembered the toad like lady whose shrill girlish voice had grated on his nerves since the beginning.

The only thing that made him stay on her good side was ample warnings from his father who was a school governor. He had hated her simpering manner and the way she fussed over him, treating him like a three-year old. It had definitely been a mistake on her part, treating a Malfoy like that as one of the Malfoy's traits was dignity. Her treating him like a toddler only caused him to lose dignity in front of his peers.

He noticed that Granger was glaring at him and a traditional Malfoy smirk found its way to his lips.

"You know what Malfoy? I don't care anymore. Call me filth, call me a mudblood. Because you know what...I'm not one. Not one to care that is," Hermione said, quickly covering up for what she had blurted out accidentally.

Malfoy picked up on her quick change of her sentence and wondered if it were true that she wasn't a mudblood. He decided that he wasn't one to care as it didn't affect him, other than the fact that he could no longer call he mudblood. Deciding to ignore her, he let his mind drift, yet again to wondering who his bride-to-be was.

Both of them made their way to Dumbledore's office in silence. Hermione shot a glance at Malfoy from the corner of her eyes as he had suddenly gone silent. It was as though he was admitting defeat. He was yet again deep in thought but this time his face was not open but stormy as though something was bothering him. His forehead was creased by a frown and his look on the whole was sour.

"Wait a minute, Why do I care if anything is bothering him?" she thought to herself. This was the person who had tormented her since the beginning of her life as a witch. His constant name calling had been the cause of her heart ache and her need to feel acceptance. It was because of him that she felt she would never feel that she belonged, anywhere. Neither in the muggle not wizarding world.

Malfoy caught her looking at him curiously and he said, "Got the hots for me now eh...mudblood," he said seething. He hated the way she looked at him. It was as though he had victimized her. She was pathetic. She wore her heart on her sleeve and let anyone know how she felt.

He hated that she was being such a cry baby that year. He had hated her all along, since their first year but he hated the Granger that cried all the time even more. As a Malfoy, he had been taught never to show his feelings.

"God you're infuriating do you know that?" she screamed ready to pull off all her hair from exasperation. Why did Malfoy always have to pick on her. Why couldn't he just leave her alone. These wounds won't seem to heal. The pain was just too real. There was just too much that time could not erase. She smiled as parts of one of the muggle songs came to her.

She remembered that she had been listening to it the day that she, Ron and Ginny had taken the cab to the station. Somehow, the song had gotten stuck in her head and she found herself humming it from time to time.

"Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment coming from a mudblood like you who knows no better," he hissed. He knew that now he was purposely prolonging the argument so as to see how far he could stretch Granger.

"Malfoy get over yourself. You might have all the girls in school throwing themselves at your feet but unfortunately I am not one of them," Hermione replied counting to ten in her mind again, telling herself that she would not lose control of her temper again.

"Malfoy's not worth it," she told herself. She didn't want to waste her energies on the rich brat who never had to face reality as he always was hiding behind his father's robes. If he couldn't even fight his own battles then he was definitely not worth her time.

"So found out who your parents are yet or are they hiding not wanting to take a hideous creature like you into their family," he hissed now royally pissed. How dare this mudblood behave as though he was worth nothing.

He had been arguing with her just to see how far he could push her but right at that moment her felt like he was being looked down upon and that did not go well on a Malfoy. He would not tolerate insolence from a mudblood.

"Bugger off Malfoy. You know what. I thought I would never look forward to the day Hogwarts education is over for me but right now I am looking forward to the day I'm rid of you." She said her eyes clouding over as she felt the same sensation that she had before she had slammed the door in Malfoy's face neither touching it nor using her wand. She really did not want to do it again.

She was already feeling the after effects of the magic and she found it hard just concentrating walking. She felt herself rising and had to concentrate on anchoring her feet to the ground. It was as though she was defying gravity and she closed her eyes, willing herself to stay anchored onto the ground.

"Hermione! Mione' wait up..." a voice called behind them. Hermione knew that voice and she opened her eyes and quickened her paces.

"MIONE' Wait! I have to explain! Please," Ginny's voice called and a few curious glances were thrown her way. Hermione stopped walking abruptly and Malfoy collided into her but before he could tell her off, his vision was impaired by a mass of fiery red hair. Ginny had come into a abrupt halt in front of Hermione thus losing her balance and falling on top of Malfoy.

"I haven't got all day," Hermione's voice cut through the silence. Ginny looked up with tears in her eyes and Malfoy was shocked. That voice was so cold, so detached that it was good even on Malfoy standards.

"Mione', I'm sorry. I swear I don't know why you're so pissed. Oh well, I guess I have to tell you..." Ginny rambled on and stopped when she saw the emotionless look that was on Hermione's face. Hermione was tapping her foot almost impatiently on the floor and at the same time, she had her hand's crossed across her chest.

Malfoy who had fallen onto the floor looked up and when he saw her like that, with the confidence she carried herself with, the cool and detached demeanor, she behaved almost like a pureblood.

"Don't call me Mione'. You lost the right to once you started gossiping about my secrets. I trusted you Generva. You broke it and I don't think I could ever trust you again. All in all get out of my face," Hermione said, her voice rid of all emotion but Malfoy noticed that her eyes showed that she felt hurt deeply and betrayal was there. It was a feeling that he knew too well.

Ginny looked confused as though she didn't know what Hermione was going on about. Malfoy wondered it Ginny was really that good an actor. He wondered if she had really told someone about Hermione's secret and or if Hermione had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time and jumped into conclusions.

Hermione strode in front and Malfoy picked himself off the floor and dusted any grime off himself. "Your robes look new. Did your family strike the lottery or something? Later Weaselette," Malfoy hissed into her ear before breaking into a jog to catch up with Hermione. She saw her among the mass of heads in the Great Hall and caught up with her.

He said nothing, suddenly realizing that it would be best to leave her alone to blow off some steam.

Hermione felt terrible. She knew that what Ginny had done was unjustifiable but at the same time she had never been that mean to anyone in her life. She wondered what had snapped inside her, instigating her to be so nasty to Ginny.

The look of approval that she caught Malfoy giving her made her feel like retching. He looked shocked as though he had never expected her to have it in her. She caught Malfoy giving her a once over and yet again the feeling of bile rising up her throat returned.

Though she was thankful that he was not making any comment at all it felt strange that Malfoy had learned how to be humane and sense that she wasn't ready to deal with anything at that moment.

Finally they reached the gargoyle. Its blank eyeballs glared at them unseeingly, giving Hermione the creeps. Hermione realized that that she didn't know the password and offered rather lamely at that the password Dumbledore had at the beginning of the year. Hermione muttered the password, "Sugar Quills." To her utmost surprise, it sprung open and the staircase started moving as soon as they stepped onto it.

When they reached the top and a door came into view, Hermione knocked on it politely. In the time it took for someone to open it she realized that there was something she had never noticed before. There was an intricately carved "D" on the door with ive twining around it an all the edges emitting sparks.

She wondered where she had seen it before. She had a strange feeling that she had seen it over the summer holidays. But before she could figure out where it was that she saw it, the door opened and both of them entered rather hesitantly.

Dumbledore was seated at his desk, reclining on a comfortable looking leather chair. There was something different about him, Hermione finally put her finger on what it was that was different. His eyes held no twinkle like they usually did. There was no beginning of a smile on his face that made him look young and carefree.

In fact he looked so old; so tired. She wondered if she was the cause of his worry and suddenly, something struck her. His eyes...how could she forget? Dumbledore's eyes. They were exactly like...

She mentally chided herself and told herself not to jump to conclusions. She had definitely learnt her lesson; In their first year, they had thought that Snape was the one trying to steal the philosopher's stone when it had been Quirral all along.

But everything fit together so well...

"Ahh... Ella told me you were coming. Hermione take a seat. Draco could you please leave us as we have something we need to discuss?" Dumbledore asked a frown furrowing on his withered and wizened face. His electric blue eyes seemed to be reading Malfoy as hr stared at him. It was something he never really liked about Dumbledore; he seemed to be able to look past someone and read their very soul.

Malfoy found that Dumbledore's eyes like his own managed to conceal his true feelings. But that was where the similarities ended. Dumbledore's eyes even though concealing his emotions still made him seem warm and approachable. They always seemed to twinkle with good humor unlike this time.

Malfoy had never liked Dumbledore seeing that he was a foolish supporter of muggles and mudbloods. At that moment he was rather annoyed at Dumbledore for treating him as though he were a butler.

In the Malfoy Manor, the butler was always asked to escort people to places but was dismissed as though he were an inanimate object. Draco himself was guilty for treating him that way before heck, he still did. He realized that it wasn't really a nice feeling.

Obviously he didn't make any decision to be kinder to his butler as he thought that the butler was paid to put up with being treated that way.

Hermione wondered what it was that Dumbledore wanted to discuss with her in private. She saw the look on Malfoy's face when he realized that he was being dismissed and it was priceless. Hermione knew that in the warped world that was in Malfoy's imagination, Malfoy's were treated like gods of some sorts.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore brushing him off wouldn't go well on him. Hermione smirked despite herself trying to keep it in. Thankfully Malfoy did not catch it or there would be hell to pay for.

"Yeah sure. Senile old codger," Malfoy said muttering the last part of his sentence. Hermione who was still in hearing distance picked up what he had said.

"How dare he? How dare he insult the only person that had taken pity on him and let him stay in Hogwarts even after his father was caught completing orders from Voldemort? Malfoy really does have a huge attitude problem!" Hermione thought to herself. Fuming she turned to him.

The look on the mudblood's face shocked him. Never had he seen her so angry. Even when she had slapped him in his third year, she had not had that look on her face. Blotches of color had appeared on her cheeks. Her eyes were blazing...It was as though heat itself was emanating from her. Suddenly she was rising...and Malfoy meant literally rising.

All Hermione could do was gape in shock as her feet left the ground. They hung limply as there was no ground beneath it. "This is not happening. This is NOT happening!" Hermione told herself. It felt as though she was having a sensory overload the past few days.

Everything seemed so...different. She could pick up smells that were extremely subtle. Hear the footsteps of someone walking at the other end of the castle. From eating the food the house elves made she could make out every ingredient in the dish and this was from someone who did not have a keen sense of taste.

She was close to breaking down. Every thing was haywire; everything. She murmured a little prayer and pried open her eyes. Thankfully she was on the ground again. She was really afraid of heights.

Malfoy was laughing at her seeing the pained expression on her face. That really caused Hermione's blood to boil. Reaching for the nearest thing to her she turned to hit him with it. Only physical pain inflicted on him by her would make her rid herself of anger. Unfortunately what she had grabbed was a teaspoon out of Professor Dumbledore's cup of coffee. "Laugh. At. Me. Will. You?" she said hitting him on the head with the spoon between every word. She hit him on the head with it on last time and then let go of it as she realized that she was in Dumbledore's presence.

Though in her mind she wondered what would happen if the spoon hit Malfoy over and over again. Suddenly another, "Ouch," resounded. Turning in Malfoy's direction she realized that the spoon was following him around and hitting him repeatedly on the head. Hermione stifled her laughter as she saw Malfoy being attacked by the utensils.

She then realized that all the time she got Malfoy that year it had something to do with Utensils. "Wonder why Malfoy has such affiliation to Cutlery? Must be his resemblance to the spoon," Hermione thought to herself as she watched Malfoy running around shouting curses at the spoon which didn't stop hitting him in the head.

"Why does she always have to use kitchen utensils? Ow!" was exactly what was running through Malfoy's mind as he racked his brains for any spell to stop the teaspoon.

Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at Dumbledore.

Ok babes and dudes. Here's the deal. I've decided that I have to concentrate more on my school work. (More like my mom has after i did badly in yet another test.) So yeah. Updates will be only once a week. I can't say when but if I don't be sure to hound me. If anything it'll force me to sit down and write. Ok then I'm outie. Don't forget to review. It keeps my morale up and makes my ego grow bigger. ('',) Buaiz