Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter, except for a few posters and pictures and the DVDs. Shoot I don't even own the books. I use my step dad's to read. I can't afford my own. I hope to get them for Christmas. Anyway, on with the story.

"Rocky Road and Not Hungary" Ch. 6

Hermione took a deep breath and sighed. Then she began to tell her mother what happened.

"Do you remember me telling you about Malfoy?" she asked.

"You mean that boy that makes fun of you all of the time?

"Yes, that's the one. Well his father was arrested again after the, the, you know," Hermione didn't want to talk about that so she just continued, "Well, when I got off the train I saw Malfoy and he kinda looked so... so... so sad. I felt sorry for him. I have never seen him like that."

She went on about the letter that she wrote him and what it said. Then she told her mother about the day she had with Ron and Harry. Then she started talking about how she was so confused as to why she even felt so sorry for Malfoy.

Mrs. Granger sat there wide eyed while her daughter told her about everything, which was more then she was expecting. She was not used to Hermione sharing her problems without taking a brake. 'This must be really bothering her' she thought. Finally, as if on cue, Hermione paused. She clutched her pocket and pulled out the letter the she had received earlier that day. She handed it over to her mother.

"I did the right thing to at least try, right?" Hermione asked, "Or should I have just ignored it?"

Mrs. Ganger started crying seeing her daughter in so much pain. She pulled her into a huge hug.

"You did the right thing sweetie, you did nothing wrong. That boy just doesn't know what he is missing out on. He lost the best friend he could ever have without even giving you a chance. It is his lose. Don't worry about it. You tried. That is all that matters."

She kept telling Hermione over and over again that she did nothing wrong and whispered comforting words into her ear. Both of the Granger women pulled out of the hug and grabbed a tissue.

"Now, lets go get some ice cream. That should cheer you up."

Hermione dried her eyes and followed her mother back into the kitchen. Mrs. Granger grabbed two bowls and two spoons, while Hermione grabbed the Rocky Road ice cream. It was Hermione's favorite.

Meanwhile, back at the Malfoy manor, Draco walked into the dining room to meet his mother. Unlike the Granger's, the room was dark and depressing. The walls were painted a smoky gray-ish color with black borders. The floor was a dark hardwood floor. The black table could hold 10 people on each side and one on each end.

The room itself was rectangular just like the table. At one of the smaller walls was a set of black doors. On the other end, there was a fireplace just as big, if not bigger, than the one Draco used to get to Diagon Alley. Above the mantle, was a painting of Lucius Malfoy himself. A few candles were all that lit the room.

Draco's mother was sitting on one of the long sides, next to the fireplace. If his father was there, the fire would be right behind him.

"You called for me, mother?" Draco asked, letting her know he had entered the room. "Oh, Draco, dear, you startled me. Yes, have a seat. Dinner will be served soon."

"Dinner!?!? Mother, isn't it a little early? It's only 5:00."

"It isn't that early and besides, we are going to go visit your father."

Draco's eyes widened and his jaws dropped.

"What?" Draco didn't know what to do, say, or think. He hated his father.

"You heard me Draco, now sit down."

Draco took the seat across from his mother. He was happy the painting of his father was visiting another painting at the time. Paintings of him are almost as frightening as Lucius himself.

"Why do I have go?"

"Draco, he is your father and he asked to see you."

"What if I don't want to see him?"

"Too bad. You're going and that is final."

Draco got up from the table and left the room. He didn't seem to be hungry anymore. Not that he was to begin with. He ran up the stairs to his room. He slammed the door shut behind him and went straight to his owl. He took the letter out of his pocket, and tied it to leg. "Take this to Hermione Granger."

The large eagle owl flew out the window as fast as she could. She could hear the urgency in Draco's voice and was not going to waste any time. She was a good bird.