Chapter Five
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish to Own Draco

Hermione ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was wearing wizarding robes that were in her closet obviously put there by her mother. She was wearing a pair of black pants, a white T-shirt with a burgundy sweater over top, with a black robe. In the middle of the kitchen was a long table, with 5 people sitting at it, her mother and father, and the Malfoy family; Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa. Hermione walked slowly into the room, and her father looked up from their deep conversation.
"Oh hello dear" her father said with a warm welcome as he got up and pulled a chair out for her beside Draco and her mother. Hermione smiled back "Morning".
Hermione walked over and sat down, and then noticed everyone looking at her, and felt her face redden. "Sorry dear for staring, but I had no Idea that you were gifted" Said Lucius beside Draco
"Pardon?" Hermione asked with a blank face
"Hermione, did Draco talk to you about, well...silver tears?"
"Oh yes you mean ge--"
"Shh! We do not speak it out loud, many ears listen and many mouths talk. It is a gift many want and many need" Her father said with an anxious face. Hermione smiled back to her father and nodded.
"Well, I think I should go and start making breakfast" her mother said getting up from the table and walking over to the counter full of eggs and bacon.
Hermione's father turned over to her and said "So, Hermione did you have a good night sleep?"
"Great, thank you"
"Today I think we shall show you around the mansion, and especially the library"
"Oh Artemis, you and your books. I must say that I should turn you into one, the pages would be very interesting" said Narcissca grabbing an apple from the centre of the table. Her father laughed and looked over to Draco
"Draco do you think you could take Hermione to the garden, I wish to speak to your father in private"
"Certainly sir" Said Draco taking Hermione's hand and lead her out of the kitchen. Hermione did not go willingly though, she wanted to talk more to her father, and not to Draco. They walked through a wooden swinging door, the kind you see in restaurants. Though they didn't go to the Garden, but waited out side the door.
"What are you doing"
"Shut up" Draco leaned against the door and listened to what their fathers were talking about.

"The Dark Lord must know, he must if Albus Dumbledore does." Malfoy said
"We must send them to school early, Dumbledore may watch over them there. He is the only one that may help them, for they are in more danger then they release."
"I spoke to Dumbledore last night, he was here. Hermione is friends with Harry Potter" they heard Abby say, "He said they should leave as soon as possible, Dumbledore said that he is very busy but the castle will help protect them"
Hermione was looking through a keyhole as she saw her mother, father and Draco's parents in deep conversation.
"Yes, lets not ask us" Hermione said in a sarcastic voice, Draco shot her a nasty look.
"Silica, shut up they'll hear us"
Hermione felt funny being addressed as her "pure-blood" name. She stayed quite and looked back through the key hole
"Artemis, I am sorry that I can not be much help, but if Albus thinks that I am still living then he will no doubt report me. It is important that he not know I live, so I may figure out what I need to know of being a gernatolger"
"Lucius, do not apologize, you did what you did for your sons sake" Hermione found this quite thoughtful though Draco made a quiet snort and got off his knees and straightened his robes.
"Hermione, give me your hand" Hermione looked away from the keyhole, and got up but did not give Draco her hand. Draco seemed not to care, though began to walk away, Hermione followed. Draco stopped outside double French doors. There were towering rose bushes, and beautiful purple and yellow flowers everywhere. Hermione walked in front of Draco, as he leaned again the doorframe. Hermione picked a small vivid blue tulip out of the ground, and sat down on a swing that hung from an oak tree.
"I used to come here as a boy" Hermione heard Draco say as he came and leant on the oak tree.
"Your old friends with my parents?" Hermione asked
"They're pretty much my second family" Draco said looking up at the clouds. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone through the clouds, and Hermione felt like sitting out her four hours with a nice book and a pint of pumpkin juice.
"What do you know of being a gernatolger?"
"Not much, but there was a story that father found about a woman, and a man that were king and queen on a land. A disease wiped out their kingdom, except for them. They were the first with magic powers. They could use magic without wands, but with their minds" Hermione was looking at Draco and fiddling with the flimsy flower in her hands, "Basically he thinks that you and me have that power. Every witch and wizard can do that every once and a while, but mostly only when they lose control of their emotions. But with us, its general Though I have no idea how I'm supposed to do that"
"So what you're saying is, that we don't need wands? And we can project an 'Image' into people's heads? Is that all, oh and the whole unicorn blood tears? I find that all hard to believe"
"The witch and wizard were the creator of all those who have a magical power. Dumbledore, Potter, Me. You, and even the Dark Lord."
"So a god?" Draco gave a puzzling look "Muggle term, never mind".
Hermione started to think of Muggles, and Draco calling her a mud- blood, and how Harry was a half blood, and how she is now a pure-blood. At this thought the flower in her hand burst into flame. She dropped it and clutched the hand she was holding it with.
"What just happened? Are you ok?" Draco asked
"I don't- I don't know, it, it just caught on fire" Hermione said rubbing her know burn hand. Draco walked over to the burning flower in the green grass, it was still burning though it was not making anything catch on fire. Obviously no ordinary fame.
"What were you thinking of?" Draco asked leaning on knee beside Hermione.
She was still on the swing, and said "Well Muggles, Mud-blo—Muggle born's" she corrected her self "and pure-bloods".
Draco grabbed her arm and started running into the house, down a hallway up a set of stairs and down different sets of corridors. They stopped out side a large oak door, Draco swung it open revealing a large library. it consisted of 4 levels, with a high ceiling with a chandelier. The floor was ceramic tile, with large couches, and chairs to sit in. Hermione ran to the shelves and started read the covers, completely mesmerised.
"Hermione you want to look for one that's an old brown colour, and written in dark black, it should also –oh never mind I found it" Draco pulled out an abnormally large book out and propped it up against the shelf. He started flipping frantically through the pages as Hermione leaned over the book, as their heads came closer together. He stopped at a page with a diagram with four images stringing to the centre with a child standing in the middle. Underneath it read

"To rid this world of the Dark Lord or the Marked Man, the chosen one shall help bring then end of either to, for one can not live while the other breaths. The Erhiths is the key, in helping purge one side, shall bring their death."

 Hermione did not understand what this had anything to do with, but then she remembered back to her ancient runes study, Erhiths meant Lithuys in Latin, which translated to silver tears. She told this to Draco as he looked up from the book and they made eye contact
"Hermione, we have to go to Hogwarts right away!"