Hermione woke the next morning to the sound of rain hitting her window. She lifted her head to check the time.
"Arg, 8:30..." she tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the huge rain pellets continued to hit the window, louder and louder. She rolled over again smacked her hair on the pillow and let out a deep gasp of air.
"Fine" she said to her self, as she got up, and saw that her school things had already arrived, on top of her trunk lay Crookshanks asleep and a letter from Hogwarts. She got up and walked toward the trunk. And picked up the letter,
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you will be starting Year 6 with the following teachers;
McGonnagal Transfiguration
Snape Potions
Hagrid Care of Magic Creatures
Flickwick Charms
Sinista Astronomy
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Sprout Herbology
Vector Arithmancy
MayaQuest Ancient Ruins We would ask you to return your picked classes by the end of August no later, or they will be picked for you. We also remind you that you may pick another course, though you will be with Year 5 to take a prerequisite.
Yours Truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione frowned at the paper; she had no Idea what she wanted to be. Harry had always wanted to be an Auror and as did Ron. Though was it really for her, she had seriously thought of becoming a healer, or maybe work for the ministry of magic. The thought had crossed her mind to even become a Hogwarts Teacher. She unfolded the letter once more to read her letter, when another fell out.
"Of course! Our OWLs, I forgot we get them in the summer" and she picked up the stray piece of parchment. Hermione being the smartest witch of her age had received Outstanding in everything except, Defence against the Dark Arts. She suspected that it was out of the cunning that she corrected Miss Umbridge on more then one occasion.
There was suddenly a knock at the door; Hermione looked up with a look of shock on her face. She grabbed a cloak and flung it over her grey track pants, and white top. She walked over to the door, and flung her hair up into a ponytail with a hair tie that was on her wrist.
"Morning" Hermione smiled opening the door, but it was not her parents that were at the door, but a boy in his 16's with blonde hair and a traditional smirk that made most girls squirm inside.
"Morning Granger, or should I say Scylla?" Answered Malfoy
"What in gods name are you doing here?" Hermione asked stepping away from the door. Malfoy had taken that as an inviting and walked into Hermione's room, still smirking.
"Get out of my room!" Hermione said pushing Malfoy on the Shoulders, but he barley made a budge. Hermione gave up, and starred at him, "why are you here?" she asked sternly looking into his grey eyes.
"Why Hermione, I would have thought that obvious, have they not told you yet?"
"What?do you mean about the tears, and the whole dream-image thing? No I found out about that my self" That was obviously not what he was referring to, because his face seemed to freeze and for the first time Hermione saw real fear in his eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked in a shaky voice, "You cry silver tears that have the same power as Unicorn blood, and you can portray images that people will believe in their heads can you not?" asked Draco "How do you know about that? I was told that that book was destroyed for people's safety."
Hermione's face went pale, and book being destroyed was the last thing she could ever think people could do.
"Listen Malfoy, I know because I found that book here last night. It kind of drew its power or something to me and I began reading it. I found out what you are-she stopped for a minute- and what I am" Malfoy suddenly looked paler then before, looked over to the door to see if anyone was there, and turned over to Hermione.
"You can never tell anyone, not even those two dunderheads you call friends– 'They're not dunderheads' "Your parents already know but any one else is too dangerous." Draco said acting as if Hermione had said nothing.
"Why, I mean its not like its a bad thing its a great gift, people everywhere-"
"Exactly! People everywhere will want . Hermione imagine really so sad, full of pain and we are able to stop that, create a world that they want. A prison for the mind, It sound awful, but I know that in the wrong hands that's a very powerful tool."
"But who would want something like--" she stopped and looked up at Draco "Voldemort" Draco flinched and looked away
"Yes" he answered looking back at her. Hermione suddenly realised something,
"Why were you calling me Hermione? Since when have we been on first name basis?"
"Ever since I found out who you are"
"And who am I?" Hermione asked
"The blood that runs through your veins, is meant to cross with mine. You have a power that I have, and if you continued reading that book you would have read that their was a prophecy stating that I would find someone, with the same ability and we would wed." Hermione suddenly thought that someone was going to jump out and scream April fools, but the room was silent. Suddenly Malfoy was walking toward her, but walked right past to her and to her bookshelf. Scanned the shelves and pulled out the black and gold book from the night before. He opened it to the page were it discussed her and Malfoy's magical power.
"See here", he pushed the book into Hermione's hand as he sat down on her bed. She began to read aloud
"Thou with the power of thought can only carry a bond with the twin blood. if they are not bonded within the 117th year, their light will die"
"What do they mean the light?" Hermione asked closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. "Well that's just the thing, no one really knows father has a hunch that its our soul thingy, but it doesn't make much sense."
"Why wouldn't it make sense?"
"Because when I was born, I never cried. I broke my leg once, and never shed a tear. If I had a soul, I would have been balling"
"But you obviously do that now, like that time with the Hippogriff--" Hermione suddenly remembered that she hated Malfoy, for all the evil things that he had done to Harry, Ron and Herself.
"I think I should leave, you obviously can't handle this information" Malfoy walked to the door and stopped there, suddenly, turned around and looked and Hermione who was know leaning on the bookcase.
"Hermione, I'm glad your a pure-blood" he closed the door, and Hermione was left alone in the room. She walked over to the talking Mirror, "Quite handsome, isn't he?" stated the mirror
"Oh shut up" Hermione answered and she threw the little ballerina figurine at it, as it shattered into a thousand pieces. Hermione was fuming with the information that she was just told, would she actually have to marry Draco Malfoy to keep her light?
"Arg, 8:30..." she tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the huge rain pellets continued to hit the window, louder and louder. She rolled over again smacked her hair on the pillow and let out a deep gasp of air.
"Fine" she said to her self, as she got up, and saw that her school things had already arrived, on top of her trunk lay Crookshanks asleep and a letter from Hogwarts. She got up and walked toward the trunk. And picked up the letter,
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you will be starting Year 6 with the following teachers;
McGonnagal Transfiguration
Snape Potions
Hagrid Care of Magic Creatures
Flickwick Charms
Sinista Astronomy
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Sprout Herbology
Vector Arithmancy
MayaQuest Ancient Ruins We would ask you to return your picked classes by the end of August no later, or they will be picked for you. We also remind you that you may pick another course, though you will be with Year 5 to take a prerequisite.
Yours Truly,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione frowned at the paper; she had no Idea what she wanted to be. Harry had always wanted to be an Auror and as did Ron. Though was it really for her, she had seriously thought of becoming a healer, or maybe work for the ministry of magic. The thought had crossed her mind to even become a Hogwarts Teacher. She unfolded the letter once more to read her letter, when another fell out.
"Of course! Our OWLs, I forgot we get them in the summer" and she picked up the stray piece of parchment. Hermione being the smartest witch of her age had received Outstanding in everything except, Defence against the Dark Arts. She suspected that it was out of the cunning that she corrected Miss Umbridge on more then one occasion.
There was suddenly a knock at the door; Hermione looked up with a look of shock on her face. She grabbed a cloak and flung it over her grey track pants, and white top. She walked over to the door, and flung her hair up into a ponytail with a hair tie that was on her wrist.
"Morning" Hermione smiled opening the door, but it was not her parents that were at the door, but a boy in his 16's with blonde hair and a traditional smirk that made most girls squirm inside.
"Morning Granger, or should I say Scylla?" Answered Malfoy
"What in gods name are you doing here?" Hermione asked stepping away from the door. Malfoy had taken that as an inviting and walked into Hermione's room, still smirking.
"Get out of my room!" Hermione said pushing Malfoy on the Shoulders, but he barley made a budge. Hermione gave up, and starred at him, "why are you here?" she asked sternly looking into his grey eyes.
"Why Hermione, I would have thought that obvious, have they not told you yet?"
"What?do you mean about the tears, and the whole dream-image thing? No I found out about that my self" That was obviously not what he was referring to, because his face seemed to freeze and for the first time Hermione saw real fear in his eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked in a shaky voice, "You cry silver tears that have the same power as Unicorn blood, and you can portray images that people will believe in their heads can you not?" asked Draco "How do you know about that? I was told that that book was destroyed for people's safety."
Hermione's face went pale, and book being destroyed was the last thing she could ever think people could do.
"Listen Malfoy, I know because I found that book here last night. It kind of drew its power or something to me and I began reading it. I found out what you are-she stopped for a minute- and what I am" Malfoy suddenly looked paler then before, looked over to the door to see if anyone was there, and turned over to Hermione.
"You can never tell anyone, not even those two dunderheads you call friends– 'They're not dunderheads' "Your parents already know but any one else is too dangerous." Draco said acting as if Hermione had said nothing.
"Why, I mean its not like its a bad thing its a great gift, people everywhere-"
"Exactly! People everywhere will want . Hermione imagine really so sad, full of pain and we are able to stop that, create a world that they want. A prison for the mind, It sound awful, but I know that in the wrong hands that's a very powerful tool."
"But who would want something like--" she stopped and looked up at Draco "Voldemort" Draco flinched and looked away
"Yes" he answered looking back at her. Hermione suddenly realised something,
"Why were you calling me Hermione? Since when have we been on first name basis?"
"Ever since I found out who you are"
"And who am I?" Hermione asked
"The blood that runs through your veins, is meant to cross with mine. You have a power that I have, and if you continued reading that book you would have read that their was a prophecy stating that I would find someone, with the same ability and we would wed." Hermione suddenly thought that someone was going to jump out and scream April fools, but the room was silent. Suddenly Malfoy was walking toward her, but walked right past to her and to her bookshelf. Scanned the shelves and pulled out the black and gold book from the night before. He opened it to the page were it discussed her and Malfoy's magical power.
"See here", he pushed the book into Hermione's hand as he sat down on her bed. She began to read aloud
"Thou with the power of thought can only carry a bond with the twin blood. if they are not bonded within the 117th year, their light will die"
"What do they mean the light?" Hermione asked closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. "Well that's just the thing, no one really knows father has a hunch that its our soul thingy, but it doesn't make much sense."
"Why wouldn't it make sense?"
"Because when I was born, I never cried. I broke my leg once, and never shed a tear. If I had a soul, I would have been balling"
"But you obviously do that now, like that time with the Hippogriff--" Hermione suddenly remembered that she hated Malfoy, for all the evil things that he had done to Harry, Ron and Herself.
"I think I should leave, you obviously can't handle this information" Malfoy walked to the door and stopped there, suddenly, turned around and looked and Hermione who was know leaning on the bookcase.
"Hermione, I'm glad your a pure-blood" he closed the door, and Hermione was left alone in the room. She walked over to the talking Mirror, "Quite handsome, isn't he?" stated the mirror
"Oh shut up" Hermione answered and she threw the little ballerina figurine at it, as it shattered into a thousand pieces. Hermione was fuming with the information that she was just told, would she actually have to marry Draco Malfoy to keep her light?