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Chapter 2: Passing for Black

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. But I was having a hard time writing. (I was on vacation!) please forgive my absence.

Hermione woke up the next morning completely in ignorance about the car trip home. She remembered very little of it, which immensely bothered her, and what she did remember was of no significant value whatsoever and not worth mentioning.

Groggily she pulled the covers higher above her head. It was very exhausting to her to forget large gaps of time and she knew that the only way to feel better was to sleep. It was also exhausting for it to be as cold as it was. Who's business was it to make it this cold in summer? Well, they'd have to answer to her about it. They should have known by now that meddling with the weather was a high crime, especially in the morning.

Hermione soon found that all this bothersome exhaustion was going to prevent her from sleeping and she might as well wake up. She also made up her mind that it was too cold to not have some sort of jacket, so she headed to her closet to find one. The door opened much like a door that needed a good session with Richard Simmons, which didn't surprise her, so it took a couple of good yanks to pry it from it's spot.

Hermoine gazed about her closet. There was something amiss about it, which almost worried her, because she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. But the culprit was spotted with almost finesse. As she grabbed a sweater, which had fallen to a heap of outgrown robes, she spotted the head of none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What do you bloody want Mudblood?" Draco's now visible form sneered at her. Hermione's eyes widened. How dare that pig sleep in her room and then demand that sort of information from her in the exact same way as when they were eleven!

"To know what you're bloody doing in my closet, that's what I want!" Hermione held the sweater firm in her grasp as she whacked him over the head with it. Draco rose to meet her assault and loomed over the five and a half foot girl.

"That is no bloody way to treat a superior." Draco took the sweater from her and whacked her back.

"When I see my superior I'll let you know. Until then, this is my house. My room. AND I DEMAND AN ANSWER!"

Draco pushed past her without so much as a word and lounged on her bed. Hermione gave up talking to him and decided for a more drastic action.

"I can do whatever I choose, mudblood."

Hermione pulled out the floor lamp from her wall and threw it at him.

"Not in my house you don't!"

"It's not your house. It's our house. Or didn't your parents tell you I moved in." Hermione fell over onto the floor and began to cough sporadically.

"How. . .the hell. . .did you. . .manage that. . .you. . .bastard?"

"Simple. They think I'm their son. Unlike you, I actually look like them." With that remark Hermione jumped to her feet and tackled him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You don't look a thing like my parents! And why, why, didn't you go back to that snake pit where you live? Why are you here, in my house, putting spells on my parents, and who's forcing you to do it?" Hermione managed to pin him to her head board by the throat for a moment, but soon released so he could answer.

"Like you said. I hexed them. And no one forced me to do anything. I'm just not fond of snake pits and decided to live somewhere. . .different." Draco rolled so that he was no longer being tackled but now had the upper hand. Hermione pulled out her wand from underneath her pillow and sent him flying off of her. He landed at the foot of her bed cool as ever.

"But with me? Sharing a room? That's just weird."

"No one else hated me enough to let me stay." Draco sat up and moved toward her. "By the way, don't you think you're a bit paranoid to sleep with a wand under your pillow?" Draco grabbed for the wand but missed.

"Apparently not." Hermione stood up and walked toward her door. "I'm going downstairs before you make me sick." Draco darted in front of her and blocked her path.

"Oh no you don't. I can't have you undoing the spell. You're going to stay right here until it's permanent." Hermione pointed her wand at his nose but he snatched it from her grasp.

"How would I do that?"

"I don't know. I don't even know how I did the hex in the first place. But now that I'm a Granger, I'm not going to lose what I got."

"Why are you so bent on being my brother!" Hermione couldn't understand it. They hated each other, and suddenly, after all this time, he wanted to live with her? She didn't even want to know how his mind worked anymore.

"Well, for one thing I won't have to associate with Crabbe or Goyle just because of family connections all summer, or any summer, I won't have to live with my father or mother, I can spy on your friends all I like, and. . ."

"Malfoy. You obviously didn't think this through. You're not my brother. You don't even like me. You don't even like my family. THEY'RE MUGGLES!"

"I don't care." Hermione thought about slapping him to make whatever hex he'd been put under go away, but his response stopped her dead in her tracks.

"You what?"

"I met them last night. I saw how they were with you. I saw how you were with them. I got a chance to talk with them. To be their son. I wanted to know how it felt to be you. And I like how it feels being you. All these years I've been trying to beat you. Trying to prove my family was better than yours, but it's not. I like how it feels to be a Granger. Even if it means pretending to be a mudblood. Because in the end I know I'm not. I'm still Draco."

Hermione walked over to her bed and sat down.

"I heard of passing for white-, but never passing for black." Draco walked over and sat down beside her.

"Why must you make stupid muggle references that you know I won't understand?"

"Because I don't like you. And if my culture bothers you so much, why don't you get off your raciest high horse and learn what I'm talking about. I learned your culture, so did Harry.

"If you insist on being a Granger. BE a Granger. And tell me how you hexed my family so I can change them back!"

"I don't know. All I know is what happened.

"I hitched a ride under the back bench of your car yesterday. (It's not like I knew it even was your car.) And when you all piled out and went inside, I got up. My original plan had been to just leave, but I'd heard you and your parents talking, and something about it made me want to know more. So there I was, in a car that was getting very hot, using a spell I got from the restricted section to listen in on your conversations. And for some reason I wanted nothing more than to be apart of what I saw. You all loved each other so much. But anyways, it was getting hot and I had found this vile of liquid where I was hiding, so I drank it."

"What does that have to do with anything Malfoy?" Hermione asked, slightly annoyed.

"Shut up. It's important. Anyway, I got bored, so I knocked on your door to maybe get some breathable air. But when your parents opened the door, they called me son and showed me to my room after talking with me for about an hour and a half."

"You mean my room."

"Well, naturally. It's not like sleeping in your room was my idea."

"So how do you explain me remembering?"

"I can't. All I know is that your parents think I'm their son, and actually took more time to talk with me than my real parents ever have. And now that I told you what you wanted to know, you're going to tell me everything you know about my life."

"You're a selfish pig who thinks he can steal my family. You were raised in a mansion by house elves and they hate your guts. Oh yeah, and so does your mom." Draco pinned Hermione by the neck to her head board.

"I was referring to your childhood, Mudblood." Quickly he let go. Hermione began to rub her neck. Obviously she'd hit a major nerve.

"Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . ."

Draco cut her off. "So now it's Draco is it? Now that you dragged my mom into this it's Draco? Next thing you'll be calling me bro. For once I want to start over. I want freedom. I want the right to not have you complicate things. For once I thought that you would just leave me alone! But you know what? I was wrong! Dead, wrong." Draco stood up from the bed and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione wondered what about what she'd said had set him off so much. She felt like no matter what she did he would hate her. Even if she was nice he wouldn't be.

I know a girl
she puts the color inside of my world
she's just like a maze
where all of the walls all continually change

I've done all I can
to stand on the steps with my heart in my hands
Now I started to think
maybe its got nothing to do with me.

so fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do,
girls become lovers who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too.

'Somehow, I think it's got nothing to do with me. It's got his parents written all over it. I think I should help him all I can.' She laid back down on her bed and fell asleep.

A/N: Those lyrics were from Daughters by John Mayer. Hope the second Chapter was better. I thought it was.

-Passing for white is when a black person with extremely light skin says they're white because they used to get better jobs.