When Hermione woke the next morning, she found that she had fallen asleep on the couch, and someone had thankfully covered her with a blanket. She stretched to get rid of the pain in her back, before heading up to her room.
She showered and dressed, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Hey guys" Hermione said,
"Hey, how was your night with the ferret?" Ron asked, or at least, that's what Hermione translated it to, as he was talking through a mouthful of porridge.
"Ron, firstly- swallow, secondly- it wasn't just with Dra-Malfoy, Padma and Colin were there too, and it was fine," Hermione said, quickly covering her slip up.
"Anyway," Harry said, not wanting Hermione and Ron to quarrel, "Did you hear what Dumbledore said last night, that new nurse is a Malfoy, I mean, I respect the guy, but hiring a Malfoy? Has he finally gone off his rocker, does he want us healthy or dead!"
"Harry! How dare you!" Hermione said, slapping him "I happen to know Destiny very well, and she is an awesome person, how dare you judge her just because of her family, I thought you, the famous Harry Potter, would have been above such prejudices but I assumed wrong. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to study"
Hermione raced out of the Great Hall, her cheeks flushed with anger How dare he, how would he like it if people judged him that way, how could they just judge someone on their last name, I know they hate Draco but goddess, they haven't even met Dest, and their judging her, argh I could just hit him! Wait! I did! Damn, I should have done it again! Argh!
Harry and Ron were left bewildered.
"What happened to Hermione?" Ron asked
"Dunno, why was she defending a Malfoy?"
"Dunno, do you think this female Malfoy has put a spell on her, she said she knows her"
"Maybe" Harry said, rubbing his cheek
"Hurt much?" Ron asked, Harry removed his hand, and Ron gasped, on Harry cheek was quite a nasty red handprint
"She hits hard for a girl" Harry said, wincing.
Both Malfoy's had watched the girl run out, but only Destiny had been able to catch the conversation that had taken place between the trio. Shit. I have to find Mia, who knows what those idiots have done to her emotions, I know what that girls like, she'll take it out on herself, in one form or another.
Hermione was doing nothing of the sort however. The teen was currently locked in her room, her stereo pounding out music.
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
When the song was over Hermione turned to see Destiny hovering in the doorway,
"I see you took my advice"
"Yeah, thanks, its great" Hermione replied
"Can we talk?" Destiny asked
"Sure"
"I know you're probably a little miffed at me about not telling you I'm Draco's sister…"
"Hold up, I'm not, really, I'm just confused as to why you were never at Hogwarts in my First or Second year"
"I schooled myself. You see, Mia, when I was 15 my Father, I'm sure you have heard about Luscious, killed my brother Dimitri, my twin brother, for refusing to join Voldemort. He did not know that I was watching, and I ran away, knowing I would be dead. I hadn't seen Draco since. He thought I'd deserted him, when it was the contrary, if I'd had a chance, I would have rescued him"
"Oh my god! Poor you, poor Draco, and Dimitri, that's horrible"
"I'm hoping to leave that all in the past now."
"That's a good idea, thanks for telling me, I'm not confused now"
Weeks passed, and Hermione felt herself drifting away from Harry and Ron, sure, they were talking again, but they still didn't know about Hermione's parents, and they definitely didn't know what Mia had gone through after their deaths.
Hermione, Destiny, and Draco became extremely close friends, and Hermione became like a sister to them.
Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast, totally off in her own little world, when she caught a little but of Harry and Ron's conversation.
"She hardly talks to us, but she seems to have an awful amount of time for those Malfoy's" Harry whispered to Ron
"I know, do you think she's under some type of Dark Spell? They could be controlling her to get to you Harry" This made Hermione's blood boil.
"Well, she not the same Hermione I used to know, and I don't really like the new her, she's all edgy and snappish"
"Harry, Ron, fuck you both. You don't know shit all about me anymore, you don't know why I've changed, and you haven't even tried to find out. You don't even have the balls to confront me yourselves; you convince yourselves that I'm under a goddamned spell! Harry- contrary to what you may like to convince yourself, just because you are The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die does not mean that you are the center of the fucking universe. Now if you will excuse me, I think I'll go find some real friends, you know, ones that care about people other than themselves" All this was delivered my Hermione in a cold, hard whisper, which made it seem even more threatening.
Hermione turned, and left the Great Hall, forcing a smile on her face so as not to worry Destiny or Draco, the only real friends she had left.
As soon as she was out of eyeshot, she ran, not stopping till she reached her room. Throwing herself under the bed, she searched for the small box where her athamae was kept, the only sharp thing she had left, after successfully hiding it from Destiny when she went through Hermione's belongings to 'keep her safe'
She bought the athamae to her arm, and sighed as all her worries dripped away with the blood.
Sorry guys! (If anyone still reads this story)
I had the worst writers block, and starting school just made it worse, I know this chappie wasn't as good as I can do, but hopefully it has helped me to overcome my silly writers block!
Thanks to the very few people who reviewed, it's appreciated.
Please review, give me ideas, I need them begs
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