Chapter Three

Things are Always Better in the Morning

"Where exactly have you been?" Malfoy drawled as Hermione walked into the shared common room. "I don't think that is any of your business unless of course you are my mother which I think not." Draco glared at her and examined the articles she was carrying.

"Bloody hell Granger it's summer, do you know the meaning of the word? It's a few months out of the year when you don't need to do work of any sorts." Draco mocked.

"I don't have time for you I actually have work to do."

"Did you ever notice it was two in the morning?"

Hermione glimpsed at the clock and noticed he was right, it was two. "Alright well then I have a lot of work to do in the morning and I would appreciate it if you would let me get some sleep."

"Why should I?" Draco asked at her retreating back. Stunned Hermione turned around, "What the hell do you mean, why should you?" "Why should I let you go to sleep, why shouldn't I have a little fun first?" Hermione inhaled sharply, "I thought we settled this before, try anything and I kill you. Do you understand this time or are you just too thick?"

Draco's face soon flushed a bright red. "If you want to match up in the name calling department Granger, I'll win. Now scurry off to bed before your poor feelings get hurt from getting called a Mudblood, oops too late."

Hermione's eyes bulged and her lips tightened. "If you say that one more time so help me, I will tell Professor McGonagall."

"Well you know what they say, once a snitch, always a snitch."

Hermione stormed out of the room and slammed her door, causing the walls to shake and a painting to fall to the floor. 'Oh he makes me so mad!' She threw down the books and rushed to her trunk unlocking her supplies. Whatever secret there was about Malfoy she needed to know and she needed to know now so she could have something to use against him.

Luckily she had all the supplies she needed and she began to make her potion. Calculating it she figured she would have to wait until morning for it to finally resurrect the paper. Cursing she grabbed a quill and paper and began to write.

Harry and Ron,

Glad you're together at the moment, in case you haven't heard I am still stuck at Hogwarts but I'm sure the Order has already informed you of this. We aren't allowed to send out post but I am going to try, it probably would be useful if I had my own owl though.

Can you believe that I am stuck with Malfoy!? Out of all the people it has to be him. He of course is being horrible and I may very well kill him. Fancy me in Azkaban?

I found something today, something that might interest you. I came across a book about Wizarding Blood Lines. You were in it, Ron. Anyway, when I got to the Malfoy's section I saw something peculiar. When a married couple has a child the book represents it with a line going from the mother to the child and likewise with the father. At Malfoy's name it only had one from his father.

I searched that back of the book for any evidence as to why that was and found that a page had been ripped away. I am in the process now of finding out what it holds. I must stop for now, I'm dreadfully tired and there is no use waiting up for the potion to finish.

Love,

Hermione

After Hermione had ferociously returned to her bedroom Draco too retired. He was very miffed about what had just happened and he needed time to cool down. 'Fucking Granger with her stupid work, being a stupid Mudblood, always having to argue.' He flunk a book at the wall. 'The only way a guy could ever get attention from her is if they were a bloody book!'

A small voice awakened inside him; do you want attention from her? 'No of course not, she's a Mudblood, maybe a shag but it's not like it would mean anything it's Granger after all. The only purpose that would serve is hurting those idiots Potty and Weasel and providing me with pleasure for a bit.'

What if you liked it? What if you couldn't get enough of the Mudblood? 'That's never going to happen.' Draco responded tersely to the demon inside his head. He lay back on the bed cupping his head with his hands. Today had been a horrible day. He was stuck for the entire summer holiday at Hogwarts, his father just giving him up like that and his mother not stopping him. All the thoughts circled inside his head taunting him, telling him he wasn't good enough for his father, that he disappointed him.

He remembered when he was a child and it would be late at night after his father had yelled at him for hours and beat him when he was drifting to sleep. He would crawl in his bed and go to sleep, after all things were always better in the morning.

Hermione woke with a start, she had had the most terrible dream. She had dreamed she was stuck at Hogwarts for the entire summer holiday's with Malfoy. Upon looking around and not finding her comforting room but the Hogwarts prefect room she realized her dream was a reality. Groaning she got up and began her way to the door when her foot stepped on a book. Looking down she saw her potion from last night.

'How could I have forgotten about this! I guess I'm going to go without breakfast today because I won't have time to make it down.' She swooped down and looked at the potion, it looked the perfect shade of brown it was suppose to and all that was left was to add a few drops of the paper and pour the substance into a metal frame to take the shape of the paper.

She began to carefully tear out the strips she would need when there was a knock on her door. Hermione jumped, she had been so caught up the knock surprised her. "Yes?"

"Granger I was wondering if you wanted to walk to breakfast together?"

"What are you trying to pull Malfoy?"

"Well I just thought you'd like the company of a god."

"You're really full of yourself do you know that?"

"Yes."

It seemed that he was awaiting her reply. "No, actually I am quite busy with the work I have to do, do you remember?"

Grumbling Malfoy called, "Yes, I remember. I'll leave you to it then, but really it's your lose."

"I'm sure I'll recover."

Left alone once again she added the strips and poured the potion into the metal container. Now just ten excruciating minutes before she would know what the paper contained. Hermione quickly found that if you're waiting for something, ten minutes can feel like ten centuries. She paced back and forth and was dangerously close to wearing a hole in the carpet when finally she saw the paper appear.

She snatched at it hungrily, like she needed it to survive. Quickly she read over the words and let the paper drop her hand fluttering to her mouth. "Oh my…" She exclaimed and quickly picked up the paper to read again, she needed validation that the information in front of her was real. There in plain sight it said these words:

the son of one Narcissa Black. He in fact was born by a Veela, name and origin unknown, and given to the Malfoy's after it was found Narcissa could not conceive child. Draco Malfoy bares the genes of his father and his mother, but the Veela changes that could occur have been magically stopped.

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