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Chapter 5: I wish I didn't know the truth
Hermione stirred restlessly from her slumber. Opening her eyes, she gazed about the seventh year boys dorm. Hermione sat up to see Harry lying next to her. 'That's right,' she thought, as she slowly remembered what had happened the night before, 'Harry let us stay here last night.' Hermione jumped up and looked at the clock.
"What time is it?" Hermione asked.
"7:45 am" it said back. 'Woah, was I just conversing with a clock? It must be too early. I'm obviously not awake yet.'
"Hey Hermione," Draco said from Ron's bed, "what on God's green earth would possess you to be up this early?"
Hermione smiled at him. 'I hate it when she does that,' Draco's concious murmered. 'No you don't. You love every minute and you know it,' his subconcious stated back firmly.
"You're probably right," Draco said aloud.
"Um, Draco, I didn't say anything." Draco's eyes widened, 'oops', he was speaking to himself. He decided that he really needed to stop doing it. He'd done it at least nine times since arriving at school, and countless times at the supermarket with Mrs. Granger. Draco also decided that Hermione was driving him mad. 'But that might be a good thing,' he admitted.
"I don't know. I'm really tired. Can I go back to bed?"
"No. We have to talk to Proffessor Dumbledore and tell him what happened."
"Why?" Draco questioned groggily.
"Because, for one thing we can have you going around getting harassed, and for another, we never got the password for our dorms." Hermione's tone was matter-of-fact, and Draco really couldn't argue against someone that insistant that early in the morning, so he agreed.
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After their discussion with Albus, in which Hermione made sure every detail sounded more problematic than it really was (and after she eniphasized what could've happened if it grew to both the Gryffindors and Slytherins,) Hermione and Draco went to sleep again. Hermione woke up for a second time that morning, this time in her own warm bed completely alone, except for Dobby, who after the incident was related to him came to stand gaurd of Mer. Hermione tried to explain that they were attacking Draco, but Dobby got very pushy so finally she told him he could stay.
Hermione got out of her bed, looked around the room, was too tired to remember what she'd just done, so she looked around the room some more. Finally it sunk in that she'd seen the entiredy of the room six times in a row, so she decided to complete her plan. Hermione headed off to the bathroom and looked herself in the mirror. (And no, that was not a detail included in her plan.) She brushed her teeth, got dressed and came out into the common room.
Hermione noticed a half drunken glass of butter beer lying on the table in front of the fireplace. Immediatly she knew what to do. One thing she'd learned about Draco over the summer is that he always started drinking, leave his glass unattended for hours at a time, then would come back to finish them. Either that or he would just drink anyone else's unattended drinks, which annoyed the rest of the family to no end. But finally his habit could be used to her advantage.
Hermione walked over to the butterbeer and slipped seven drops of the serum into it. Then she sat on one of the couches and waited.
Draco came out of his room eight minutes later. He plopped onto one of the multiple colored couches and searched the room for something to drink. 'Bingo,' popped his mind just after sighting the butterbeer. Draco reached over, and to Hermione's delight, he drank it all.
"Hey, Draco," Hermione began coyly.
"Yes?" Draco asked.
"Do you remember when you first came to my house?"
"Yes," Draco repeated.
"And I showed you my letter of acceptance into Hogwarts? Well actually you more of stole it from me but-"
"Stop beating around the bush and ask your question. If I had wanted you to beat around the bush I would've suggested playing monkey and the weasel." Draco snapped in annoyance. Hermione was actually very shocked by this. He hadn't been this cross with her since she beat him at pong.
"Alright. Who's McKlain?" Hermione questioned.
"It's not who is McKlain. But who are the McKlains. They're the most prominent wizarding family in Scottland," Draco blurted out frankly.
Hermione gasped in realization. "So that's why they never showed up on any of the books of history in England. They're Scottish!"
"Are you saying you're so involved in history because you wanted to find the McKlains?"
"More or less. I'm really shocked that my Anchient runes course didn't mention it though. Hey Draco, why do you suppose that name is on my letter?" Draco just blushed.
"I can't tell you that," he eplained honestly.
"Draco, tell me why. I know you know."
"Because you're a McKlain, Hermione. You're not a mudblood. You're a pureblood, in fact your bloodline is even purer than my own." Hermione sat in shock, trying to absorb this information.
"Is that why you've been so nice to me? Because I'm no longer a mudblood?" Hermione's eyes overflowed and tears streamed down her face. Draco felt his heart pumping hard.
"NO!" He blurted out desperately.
"Then why?" Draco realized this was it. She'd drugged him, and now he'd have to tell her the truth.
"Because I love you." Hermione fell silent. The tears stopped streaming down her face, and all she could do was shake. "I'm sorry I lied, but if you know everything, it'll only hurt you. I lied because I didn't want to see you like this. Please don't make me tell you the truth, you don't want to hear it. You can hate me all you want, but please, don't make me tell your parents secret." Hermione shook, completely stunned. All this time, and he loved her. All this time pretending to be siblings and never really being. All this time, was a lie. It finally made sense, it finally snapped into her mind, and for the first time connected.
'I have different parents.'
"TicTak? Do you know who my parents are?" Draco just shook his head from side to side.
"Only that you are their only heir."
It took a moment for this to sink in as well. 'I'm rich,' she thought to herself silently.
Hermione's mind began to drift. 'He loves me,' was the one thing that kept repeating, over and over in her mind.
"Was it true?" Hermione searched in his eyes for the answer. It was true.
"Was what true?"
"When you said you loved me." Draco grabbed the back of Hermione's neck and the next thing she knew was the feel of his lips against hers. The two sat for a long time, unmoving, wondering what was going on. Hermione finally decided what had happened and began to kiss Draco back.
While the two were in the lip lock, Draco began to stroke Hermione's jaw with his thumb. She could feel herself melting under his grasp, waiting for anything he brought next. Draco began to snake his tongue into her mouth when she bit down with all her might. Draco groaned in pain as Hermione shoved him off the couch. She looked up at him with eyes containing only one emotion, complete terror. Draco wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced up at Hermione, wondering what had gone wrong. She had curled up completely on the couch, her legs propped up before her, guarding her. The tears began to stream down her face.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Draco interogated.
"Tell me what happened to me when I was four Draco!" Hermione screamed.
'How did she know about that?' Draco rose from the floor and ran up the stairs to his dorm room.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" Hermione cried in shock. Draco returned down again holding the photoalbum. Solomnly, he handed it over to her. Hermione opened the front page and looked at all the pictures, one in particular caught her eye. It was of a man wearing a name tag which read: "Sean McKlain." In the picture he was writing something to her through a white board hanging on the wall.
I. . . am. . . coming. . .for. . .you. . .Hermione. . .
Hermione quickly shut the book and threw it to the floor. Fear suddenly overtook her and she felt like someone had replaced all her blood with ice. Hermione stood up and walked over to Draco, who was again on the floor. Hermione sat down beside him and collasped into his arms, petrified with fear.
"I don't want to know Draco. . .I don't want to know. . ." Hermione then began muttering incoherently about how there was no reason for her to be afraid, and how she found herself needing and being afraid of Draco. But the one thing that made perfect sense to Draco was the one last phrase she uttered before passing out.
Draco looked at Hermione as she slept in his arms. He didn't know what to do but hold her.
Lay down
Your sweet & weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end
Sleep now
Dream-of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home
"But I won't let them carry you home Hermione. Your home is here with me. It is here where your heart lies. Don't worry Hermione, I won't let them take you away."
A/N: the song was "into the west" most of you would recognize it as the ending theme in the 3rd LOTR movie. It's by Annie Lennox. Please Review.