Sighing Hermione threw another book to the floor in dismay. She had been searching with Draco for three hours and still not one book even mentioned such a spell. Hermione was tired and ws a little reluctant to find the spell. What if she had a life beofre this? Would she want to go back to it? and if so how would Voldemort take it?
"Draco, maybe this isn't such a good idea." Hermione started staring at him with tired eyes. Draco looked up curiously."What do you mean?" Hermione bit her lip. "What i'm saying is that maybe i don't want to know my past, maybe it's not a good thing. I mean what if i found out about my past, how would Voldemort react? Maybe I just have a deep seeded Amnesia. Maybe i will never remeber." Hermione said in defeat. He looked at her fallen features. "Hermione, your just going to give up just like that?" a frown coming across his features. Hermione looked at him for a long time considering what he had said when he stood up. Draco looked a little...pissed to say the least.
"Well if your going to give up, than maybe i should. Obviously you don't care if you had a life before this one, or you wouldn't doubt your abilities to find something!" And with that he stalked from the room in an uproar. Hermione wide-eyed and shocked, jumped up in indignation and ran after him.
"Draco! Come back here right this moment! I was clearly stating maybe it was possible, i didn't say 'let's stop looking!' Than you scream at me! What the hell crawled up your arse and died?" Hermione finished all red faced. Draco who was down the hall quite a ways came stalking back quickly right into Hermione's face.
"You don't want to remember. I think that you are afraid to remember, because your precious little Voldemort may not want you discovering your past. Who the hell is he to you Hermione? He treats you like a trophy, like a piece of property not a person. If I were you I would have ran away years ago!"
Hermione rageing inside poked him in the chest with a harsh finger, "Listen here Draco Malfoy, Voldemort took me from the streets into his home, I owe him my illegence. Without him i would have no home (poke) No food (poke) and no love, because he loves me Draco, he loves me, and he loves me even though I don't understand anything or remember anything." Hermione turned from him tears streaking her face and she ran, ran with everything that she had and everything that she possessed not stoping for Draco's frantic calls or for the person she was about to run into.
Stopping in time she fell into the arms of a handsome man. He had dark hair and dark eyes with lovely lips. Shaking her head she broke from his grip and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could. This stranger was in her house and she was unhappy. "Who the hell are you!" she screeched at the now blubering stranger. He rolled over and mumbled something unintelligable, "What?" She said again. Higher pitched than usual for a man he managed out a weak, "Blaise Zambini, friend of Draco's." He groaned and rolled back on his side. Draco, seeing the show, ran up to his friend to help him up. Hermione, now furious, took off in the opposite direction to the West Wing Towers.
Still hunched over blaised looked up at Draco, "Christ man, what the hell did you do to piss her off?" He stood up gingerly cupping his manhood tenderly. Draco shook his head, 'Nothing you need worry about." And with that the two went off into the castle.
West Wing Towers
Hermione wept into her pillow, feeling confused and alone. Though what Draco had said was true, it was still hard to hear. She didn't want to believe it. She climbed under her covers and sniffed into her silken sheets. How dare he bring a friend of his into my house! she thought. We'll see about this tommorow, right now i need to sleep. She blew out her candle and fell into a light sleep. Tears still stained her cheeks when a white owl flew into her window leaving a message and a rose by her head.
Soo sorry this chapter is short but I needed to get this part out of the way, the next few daysshould be interesting.