Disclaimer: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does... and i bow to her. Please don't sue me... i'm poor. All original characters are JK Rowlings' and they do not in any way shape or form belong to me. All i own is the plot. Ok, cool. Enjoy
Authors Note: Alright, thanks to everyone who reviewed my story so far, I love your comments! Please keep them coming! I hope everyone likes this chapter, so here you go...
No Pushover!
SMACK!
Everyone froze in place. The only sound heard was Hermione's harsh breathing. Her hand print was burning a bright pink on Marcello Kade's cheek. He froze, shocked that Hermione Granger had hit him, physically hit him in the face. The anger and humiliation built up inside of him until he finally exploded with rage.
"Bitch! What was that for!?" he snarled and took an angry step towards her. His handsome, pretty boy face was completely red and veins had started popping out of his neck and forehead.
Hermione stood up to her full height of 5 foot 10 inches and stared back into his gorgeous green eyes. She vowed long ago that she'd never take shit from any man. Especially in her own territory. "Because you have to be the stupidest man I have ever met." she replied, her voice calm, her eyes betraying the angry she felt. When his eyes widened in surpass she pushed him back up against a wall and pointed her wand at his throat. "The next time you feel like setting up someone only to be taken down, make sure its not this witch. A pity you won't have another chance too, seeing as how you'll be locked inside of Azkaban, guarded by all those dementors, before you could ever get another chance." she growled.
Marcello Kade finally let his true color's show and slapped Hermione's wand away as if it were an annoying, buzzing fly. "As if a mudblood bitch like yourself could ever hurt me." he taunted her before grabbing the front of her robe and pulling her clear off the floor. "There's nothing you can do without your wand, mudblood." he snickered, oblivious to the half circle of loyal witches and wizards that surrounded him, wands drawn and ready to curse him into oblivion at Hermione's first sign of distress.
"Stupid over confidant, pureblood male!" she taunted him back, smiling sweetly into Marcello victorious face. "I'm a mudblood woman, there's nothing I can't do!" she swore and with a resounding woman war cry, she slammed her foot into Marcello Kade most sensitive part. Groans came from most of the wizards, cheers and laughter came from the witches.
Hermione was dropped almost immediately as Marcello collapsed to his knee's. Without another moments hesitation, she swung her fist down (the way she had been taught in her self defense class) into Marcello pretty boy face. He fell to the floor unconciess and utterly humiliated by a mudblood woman.
Hermione silently picked up her wand and pointed to a witch and wizard and instructed them to escort Mr. Marcello Kade to Azkaban. She had a meeting with Dumbledor in less than ten minutes.
Word spread like wildfire. Miss Hermione Granger, a witch of all traits, took down a Death Eater spy without magic. She was every witches' heroine. The news hit Dumbledor before Hermione even reached him for their meeting.
"Miss Granger, well done." Dumbledor grinned, standing up as she entered his office, the Minister of Magic's office. "It looks as if there is more to you than meets the eye."
Hermione shut the door behind her and took a seat across from her old Headmaster. She didn't pretend to know what he was talking about, she knew better than anyone how fast news travels. "Sorry Professor, I didn't mean to cause such a commotion inside of the Ministry, but I was out for revenge." she admitted.
Dumbledor returned to his seat and leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on the heavy cherry oak desk. His old knowledgeable eyes twinkled in delight at her. "You, my dear, are absolutely marvelous."
Hermione blushed at the praise and shook her head, "No professor, i'm just a woman who doesn't like to be made a fool of professor. Now, back to the reason why we agreed to this meeting?" she suggested.
Dumbledor chuckled, "You never change, do you Hermione?"
"No Professor, I don't." she grinned.
"Alright, so tell me about last night. What happened?" he asked, his voice serious as he leaned back in his chair, getting settled in.
Hermione nodded and let her thoughts focus on the events that had occurred the night before, "I was going to go see Mr. Kade's grandmother, he told me that she was ill and she couldn't leave the house. As you know I do have my Master's in Medicine and Healing. So I thought I was doing him a favor. I followed the directions he gave me to the letter and I wound up in a dark alley with three Death Eaters. I didn't have time to react, Professor, and they attacked me. I can't really remember what happened after that point, I know I had forced my mind to think about something else... I think I started thinking about Hogwarts again. The next thing I know, he's there, cursing all three Death Eaters at once."
Dumbledor frowned, "He? Could you elaborate a little more, Miss Granger?"
"I can't remember if he was for real or not, Professor. I was so focused on my thoughts on Hogwarts, that I could have been dreaming him up. He could have just been a figment of my imagination. But what I don't understand is why he saved my life. If anyone were to kill me, I would have thought that it would have been him."
Dumbledor raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, caught up in the suspense of her story, "Yes, yes. But who is this mystery man, Miss Granger? Someone from your year I imagine. Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley? No, that wouldn't make sense. You said that it should have been someone who would have wanted you dead. So who is it?"
"Draco Malfoy, Professor. It was Malfoy who cursed three Death Eaters and saved my life, or it was a damn good look a like. A little older, a lot more man, but it was still Draco Malfoy. I'd know him anywhere." she told him firmly.
Dumbledor leaned back in his chair and ran his thumb and forefinger along his long white beard, "That is highly unlikely, Miss Granger. Considering no one, on either side, has even seen or heard of Mr. Malfoy in over... four and a half years, since he left Hogwarts after his seventh year."
"Yes, that's what I thought too Professor, but he was there. He was real. He held my hand and walked me back to my hotel." she told him firmly.
"But what does it mean? Does it mean that he isn't a Death Eater? Or does it mean he's trying to gain your trust and to trick you?" he asked curiously, the wheels in his old head thinking hard and fast.
Hermione shook her head and shrugged, "I don't know, Professor. But he saved my life and I know I owe him one. I don't know where he's been all these years, but I do know one thing. He's stronger, his aura's stronger, and his magic is stronger, more focused. He's more aware of himself, I think. Well, that's the impression I got off of him."
"I'll talk to a few of my most trusted and I'll see if we can't find out where he is. Find out what he's up to these days." Dumbledor finished.
