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Hi guys… I would have updated yesterday but I was so tired from my football match. Unfortunately we didn't win. We were tied but lost in the shoot out… awwww… hug

It's ok. We were the youngest team! We played for the under 17s… Well I won't bore you any longer. Here's the chapter.

Recap:

It was a Howler.

She knew she had to open in quick or something worse would happen. She took one deep breath and opened it.

A loud booming cough came out of it.

"Attention everybody!" squeaked a shrill voice that sounded familiar. "Do any of you know about HERMIONE GRANGER'S past? I bet you don't. Not even Mr. Potter neither Mr. Weasly know about it. Well here it goes….

Oh My Goodness! What am I going to do! Panicked Hermione.

Chapter 10

Hermione sat there with her eyes scrunched up and her hands jammed into her ears. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes and she wished at that moment, she was back in her room, still asleep.

For some reason, a second later, there was total silence. Hermione looked up to see a slightly angry Professor Dumbledore standing up. He must have cast a spell because the howler was in front of her no more.

"You will all go to your classrooms NOW." Boomed Dumbledore, "Ms. Granger, please stay behind."

As the students left, she felt pats on her back and was given sympathetic looks from Harry, Ginny and Ron.

As Hermione walked up to Professor Dumbledore, the wheels in her mind began to turn.

Who could have done this? I mean the only person I told was Draco… DRACO! I should have known that he was up to no good. I bet him and somebody like pansy did this! I'm going to kill him!

By the time she had reached Dumbledore's table, she was fuming.

"Ms. Granger, I would like you to call on whoever you must to find out who has done this. Never in my teaching years here has anybody blown that low under the robe. You may be excused from class today for the sake of finding out who did this. I shall give you 3 bottles of Veritaserum that should be enough for about 12 pupils for 10 minutes each. I would request you to hand over the excess to Professor Snape at the end of the day. Thank you." With that he walked away.

Hermione walked out of the Great Hall knowing that the first person she was going to call would be Pansy Parkinson.

The two did not get along as well as it was a life long dream of Pansy to Get Draco. She might have seen the together. How she did was beyond her.

She briskly walked up to History of Magic class to call on Pansy. (She had the Marauders map with her.)

Once the bossy brunette had gotten Pansy out of class, Pansy sneered at her. Her eyes danced with mischief.

"What do you want Granger?" demanded the witch.

"Did you or did you not send me that howler?" Questioned Hermione who was struggling to keep her temper.

"What is it to you? I might have, I might have not. You aren't going to find out anyway."

"Oh I will Parkinson." Sneered Hermione, taking a bottle of the clear liquid out of her pocket. "Well, what do I have here?"

"Is that Veritaserum?" asked Pansy. There was a slight uneasiness in her tone.

"Why how clever! That's exactly what it is. Professor Dumbledore gave it to me. Now you are going to drink it."

"You can't make me!"

"You want to bet?" with that, Hermione cast a spell that froze Pansy's body. She then squeezed a few drops into Pansy's mouth and took of the spell. "Now Pansy, I would like to ask you some questions."

Pansy looked quite angry but nodded.

"Did you make the Howler that was sent to me today?"

Pansy smiled. Her smile looked devious and full of mischief. It took her a second to answer but what came out of her mouth shocked the likes of Hermione."

"No you stupid mudblood. I'm not the one who made the stupid Howler. I don't know who did but frankly I'm glad they tried." She broke out into a laugh. Apparently amused that Hermione thought it was the doing of her.

With that she dismissed Pansy back to her class and walked down the empty corridor. How was she going to find out who had done it now?

She sat in the library trying to figure out possible suspects but nobody in particular came into mind.

Her mind kept wandering to Draco.

Why the hell did he tell people about us! I mean I thought he wouldn't risk saying that he had talked to me because it might "ruin" his reputation. How dare he blurt out my secrets! It could have only been him because we were the only two up there and I haven't told anyone else about it!

Oh No! How am I supposed to explain this to Harry and Ron! They aren't going to understand! My life is breaking in front of me!

With that thought she banged her head on the table placing her hands on her ears.

She had been sitting there for a few minutes when she heard his voice. She could have recognized him anywhere.

"Well that's not really an attractive sight," smirked Malfoy. Hermione chose to ignore this comment. She stood up quickly and glared at him.

"How could you? I trusted you Draco Malfoy with my secrets! Secrets nobody in the Wizarding world knows about. How could you do this to me?" At that point, Hermione felt a sting in her eye knowing that the tears would come pouring any minute now, she didn't give him time to explain. She ran straight outside and didn't stop till she knew that nobody was behind her. Only then did she let the long awaited tears spill out from her eyes.

She sat herself down on a large rock beside the lake. She stared out at the vastness of scenery in front of her. This spot had always had a certain calming effect on her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the grumbling of her stomach. Since it was lunch, she desperately wanted to eat but she did not want to encounter the pity of others in the great hall. Instead she decided that after everybody had gone to class, she would sneak up into the kitchen and ask dobby for a little something.

As she walked up to the castle, she was still trying to figure out who could have sent the howler. She needed more clues if she wanted to get anywhere with this case.
She decided that after eating she would ask Dumbledore for help knowing he would probably have one or two tricks up his sleeve.

This satisfied her conscience for the moment and walked into the kitchen.

She was happily greeted by the warm smells and Dobby. She smiled. How could she have not realized that S.P.E.W was a hopeless case before? She looked at the happy elves and sighed.

If life was only that simple for all of us.

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