Chapter Two

The Power of the Written Word

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Thanks for such a positive feedback! It really made me cheer up and keep going on my story so here it is the second chapter. '' words inside these marks are Hermione's thoughts.

Hermione sat in silence with Professor McGonnagal chewing on the turkey sandwich she had prepared herself in an effort to boycott the use of house elf's. She stared longingly at the others dinners. Professor McGonnagal with a seafood pasta, Snape with quail eggs and Malfoy with a steak, blood pudding and Butterbeer. He saw her watching and licked his lips, taking a big satisfying bite of his steak.

They all shifted through their dinners uncomfortably and quickly excused themselves after. Hermione walked off in the direction of the prefect common room, today had been a trying day and she was ready to go to bed nice and early. Unfortunately for her, someone else had other plans.

"Granger, wait for your new roommate would you?" She promptly rolled her eyes and stopped knowing if she didn't he would just call out louder in the intention of waking Professor McGonnagal or Professor Snape and getting them both in trouble.

"Doesn't that just have a nice ring to it, roommate?" He caught up and began to walk alongside her closer than she was comfortable with.

"No, actually, hearing it makes me quite ill." She responded tersely and quickened her pace.

He laughed and settled for walking behind her which really was rather worse. "Oh don't lie Granger I know you're looking forward to it, you might even get a glimpse of me with out a shirt on, doesn't that send chills?" He breathed the last word into her neck, he had crept up behind her without her knowledge.

Rage washed over her not just because of his arrogance but because what he said actually was true. The thought of Malfoy with out a shirt made it hard for her to stand, his perfect chiseled body in it's pale erotic glory really did send chills down her spine.

Hermione turned around, her face just centimeters away from his own. "If you ever even think about touching me or trying anything, anything at all, I will severe your head and chop your body into little tiny bits, do you understand?"

Her bravado surprised her and caught Draco off guard. He blankly stared and gave her time to walk away. Draco soon found words and quickly called after her. "Don't flatter yourself Granger I'd never touch a Mudblood!"

Why did he have to be such a bloody piece of scum? Why couldn't he just be fucking civil for once? Is it that bloody hard?! Hermione ran to the library in tears hating how he had affected her. Rushing into the dark seclusion of the familiar room she cowered down among the books. It reminded her of something Malfoy had said a long time ago, the only friends she'd ever have were her books.

She sobbed her way into a state of bittersweet comfort, huddled together and shivering. Dejectedly she picked herself up and walked along the rows and rows of books her eyes glancing over each. Hermione soon found herself in the Restricted Section, felt it beckoning her.

She contemplated the issue in her head. It was summer and no one had mentioned anything about not being aloud to read books from the Restricted Section, in fact she recalled she had heard words similar to free roam and whatever you want. She also recalled Dumbledore's slip in of; I was never a fan of rules. She speculated if he meant to say that for a reason.

She walked along the aisles of books that had been previously restricted to her and looked for something interesting. Suddenly she found herself flat on her face, her hands and legs badly rug burned. She cursed and looked for the culprit of her fall. Sitting up she saw a small book laying innocently on the floor.

Hermione figured she might as well see what the evil little book was about and grabbed it, searching for a title. Noting there wasn't a title on the outside she quickly opened it up to the first page. Carefully penned in exquisite hand writing was the title; Wizard Blood Lines Throughout The Ages. Hermione rolled her eyes, of course the book that tripped her and caused her unwanted pain would be about blood lines. She begin flipping through the pages noting names she knew Black, Weasley, Malfoy…she stopped at Malfoy and looked at the names.

Scrolling down she saw the name she was absentmindedly looking for, Draco Malfoy. She looked at the curly lettering in gold shining right in front of her as if saying try and find your name. She took her finger and traced the lettering secretly longing her name to was in the book.

'Wait…what's this?' Hermione thought as she looked at the book closely. She looked at the line connecting Malfoy's father and mother and then looked at the line that connected Draco to them. One perfect straight line descended from Lucius to Draco but one was noticeably missing from Narcissa to Draco.

'That's odd, maybe the bookmaker made a mistake?' She curiously flipped to the back of the book to find something that would confirm her knowledge that Narcissa was indeed Draco's mother. She flipped to the section that had a summary of all the pure blood families and went to the summary of the Malfoys.

The Malfoy's pureblood line can be dated back as far as records have been kept. The family is very high respected and many a great wizards have come out of this proud line. All children have become wizards and all have gone to the Slytherin House…

'Figures', Hermione skimmed down past all the praise to the actual family names.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa were married under the observation of all credible pureblood families. There only son is Draco Malfoy. However, Draco Malfoy is not…

'Not what!? A wizard? What!?' She flipped through the book but the next page appeared to have been hastily ripped out. She ran her finger along the ridged edges and got an idea. If she took a few pieces of the paper that was left she could make a spell to make the missing piece reappear. She hurriedly grabbed the little book and the spell book she would need and rushed back to her room, mentally going over the list of ingredients she would need.

Meanwhile Draco waited in the Prefects common room for his little wench.

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