Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Harry Potter!!

A/N: Okay Danni here it is thank you for all your wonderful help!! I had a major hard time writing this one, I just couldn't ever get it to sound quite right. So well here it is…..

Tears and journeys:

Hermione had just drifted off to sleep and was dreaming of balls and romantic music when she became distantly aware of a persistent tapping. No it was knocking and someone was urgently calling her name. As the remnants of her dream slipped away from her the voice and the persistent knocking became louder. Forcing her eyes open she crawled out of bed and made her way across the room to the door. Opening it slowly she saw Professor McGonogall standing outside.

"Ms. Granger the Headmaster needs to see you at once."

"What, why? It's like twelve-thirty in the morning."

"I'm sorry dear but he said it could not wait. You must come at once."

Suddenly fear gripped Hermione's heart. If the Headmaster was demanding her presence in the middle of the night than it had to be bad. Quickly she grabbed her bathrobe off a nearby chair and quickly followed Professor McGonogall through the corridors. She was wide awake now and her mind was off and running. What if it was Ginny, or Ron or…she didn't want to think about it but what if it was Harry? As she numbly followed her Head of House thousands of scenarios flew through her mind. By the time she was ascending the stairs to the Headmaster's office she was properly rattled. Upon entering the office her fears were all but confirmed. The Headmaster sat behind his desk a letter lying open before him and looking very grave.

"Ms. Granger, please sit," he said indicating to the chair in front of him. Shakily she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the plush seat. "A short time ago I received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic regarding your parents. It seems that they were enjoying a nice quite evening alone when they were attacked by what we can fairly assume was a group of Death Eaters." At this all the colored drained from Hermione's face.

"no…no…" She muttered to herself as she slumped back against the chair.

"When Ministry officials arrived at the house they found it to be deserted and there were evident signs of struggle. One thing that they found that was disconcerting aside from you parents absence was a large amount of blood that once tested proved to belong to your father. Now they don't know were your parents are currently or were they might have been taken but they are afraid that your father could not survive long in the present circumstances and cautioned that you don't get your hopes up."

"I don't believe it, what would Voldemort want with my parents?"

"I'm afraid I can't give you any solid answers but I can tell you that this is almost identical to many attacks on the families of our muggle born students seventeen years ago. Now I realize this is a lot to take in but I think that you should return to bed and I will inform you the instant that I hear anything."

Hermione nodded numbly and got up slowly making her way to the door. As she made her way back to her dorm thoughts swirled through her mind. Suddenly she wasn't just shocked or upset she was mad. Actually mad doesn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. She hastened her step and by the time she reached the portrait she was positively seething. She marched straight into the common room where she found Draco sitting on the couch. He jumped in surprise at her sudden enterance.

"DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH? HUH? WHAT DID MY PARENTS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT YOU PUREBLOOD PIG! YOUR DAD'S A DEATH EATER SO I KNOW YOU KNOW! WHY HUH? WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! IM GOING TO FIND MY PARENTS AND YOU BETTER NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs before bursting into tears and running out of the room.

Quickly she made a beeline for the Entrance Hall. Twice she had to hide hastily to avoid Filch but finally she made it to the front doors and crept out and ran quietly across the grounds to Hogsmeade. As she slipped through the gates and disappeared into Hogsmeade she had no idea that she was being watched.

As soon as the gate shut behind her shadowy figure Draco began to pace the common room anxiously. He didn't know what to do, he knew it was a trap but he really was beginning to like Hermione. In a split second Draco made his decision and practically ran to Gryffindor Tower, he just had to hope that Harry and Ron would believe him…