Hermione couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After all, it had been her potion that had uncovered the long hidden truth about Draco Malfoy. Or should she say Draco Mudblood? She hadn't been able to stifle a small grin. It was a bit of poetic justice that her tormenter for the last six years was in fact not pureblood. Harry came in the common room with a crowd of boisterous Gryffindors.

The crowd was all laughing and talking so much that Hermione couldn't make out a word of it. The crowd slowly dissipated to their rooms and to the bathrooms to freshen up after Quidditch practice but Harry plopped down beside Hermione.

"What are you reading?"

"The usual, just studying ahead," Hermione said.

"How can you study at a time like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You missed the whole practice?" Harry quizzed,

"I'm sorry, Harry. I got started reading and before I knew it practice was mostly over and I didn't get to come."

"Well you should have. Malfoy didn't even show up for half the practice, and then when he did, he was so distracted that he got knocked off his broom by a bludger!"

"Oh, Merlin, is he alright?" Hermione asked, honestly concerned.

"Yeah, he is ok. I wouldn't be laughing if he were really hurt. Pomfrey came and got him, but no serious damage. A wounded ego more than anything."

"You know, I honestly feel sorry for him Harry. I mean really, how would you feel if you found out that the man you called father all your life wasn't?"

"Hermione, honestly." Ron said from behind them, "I am sure it's hard, but maybe this is the serving of humble pie that little ferret needed."

"Still," Hermione protested, but to no avail.

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The last two weeks of the year passed quickly for the Gryffindor house. Without Malfoy on the Slytherin Quidditch team, they had no trouble winning the house cup. Life for Hermione was peaceful, no one dared call her mudblood and she passed her final tests with flying colors. But the thought of the ruined Draco still haunted her. Since that day in Potions, he had rarely been seen outside of class, not even at meals. He looked paler than usual and had noticeably lost weight.

On the train ride home, no one even saw Draco. Not that anyone really said much. The Slytherins rarely spoke to Draco any more. People who weren't pure blood weren't accepted very well in Slytherin. There had actually been a couple rumors of threats to Draco.

Harry was going straight to the Burrow, forgoing the Dursley's all together. Hermione and her parents were going to visit some family in Morocco over the summer. She was excited about the prospect of her final year at Hogwart's and was looking for a special piece of mail during the summer.

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