Explanations, Pickpockets, and Trouble

"Well I guess we should start about seventy two years ago when a deranged weirdo named Thomas Marvolo Riddle was born." Draco spoke in a mystical voice.

"Then we get to skip about 60 years ahead to when he started taking over." Blaise piped up happily smiling at her.

"When Voldemort had been in power everybody thought that the Death Eaters and their families had it great. That they would never be hurt. That they would never be in pain. Well they were wrong. Well at least half way wrong. The Death Eaters were the only ones to have it going great for them. They were the only ones who didn't feel pain. Unless Voldemort decided to punish them or they were thrown into Azkaban. But the families was a totally different situation. Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to torture their own children. It was supposed to make us strong for when we would someday be Death Eaters. That plan however backfired. It weakened us. When Voldemort was defeated the older kids thought the torture was gone. But they were wrong, very wrong. It was the same as usual." Draco paused slightly out of breath and Blaise took over for him.

"We were tortured for everything. Little mishaps we did like not doing everything perfect. Along with other things like them falling in front of others, or anything bad happening to them anywhere other people were. Especially if they were embarrassed...If we were ever nice to someone like a muggle-born at school we would have been tortured unmercifully. That was why we basically acted like we owned the school. No matter ho much that would be we always felt sorry for making fun of others." Blaise apologized.

"So you never meant anything you ever said to me?"she asked quietly.

"Well yes and no." Draco replied"The stuff I said right after you punched me in third year I meant."

Hermione's cheeks turned pink. "Oh yeah sorry about that."

"It's ok I deserved it." Draco looked at his plate before he resumed eating.

"Yeah you did"Blaise gave his two cents.

"Oh gee Blaise thanks your input was so supportive." Draco rolled his eyes his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Really I thought so, too." Blaise smirked at him.

They all returned to their food and it was silent until Blaise broke it.
"I'm horny."

"Way too much information." Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Draco on the other hand busted out laughing.

"May..Maybe you sh...should t..t...take a shower. A really cold one." Draco said between laughs.

"That's a good idea but it would be better if Hermione joined me." Blaise looked at her in the corner of his eye grinning crookedly.

At that Draco stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow at him. Hermione looked rather appalled at the thought and scooted her chair slightly away from Blaise.

"Aww you know you can't resist me. You love me." Blaise flirted.

"Sure Blaise sure just keep telling yourself that." Hermione kept eating.

"Ok then I will." He told her.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Some people." She thought.

"So how are Potter and Weasel?" Draco tried to make more conversation that was normal.

"They can die painfully and slowly then rot in the deepest pits of hell for all I care." Hermione viciously stabbed her food causing Draco and Blaise to jump.

Blaise and Draco exchanged smirks before resuming their interrogation.

"What did Potty and Weasel do?" Blaise asked grinning madly.

"They are just ass holes who abandoned me when I needed them most." She stabbed her food again.

"Need us to beat them up for you." Blaise joked, still grinning.

"Please do." She pushed her, now empty plate away from her, crossing her legs and arms.

"We will." Draco assured her.

Haggart re-entered the room. "You have fifteen minutes left to use this room."

"Good, can I have a firewhiskey?"Blaise asked.
Haggart nodded curtly before exiting the room.

"Firewhiskey?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"What!"he snapped. "I'm allowed."

"Dude if you get drunk we are leaving you here all by you lonesome." Draco said over his glass.

"Whatever." He snapped sullenly.

Two minutes later Haggart returned with Blaise's firewhiskey.

"Hurry up and finish that I want to go home, I do want to get home today." Draco looked at his watch.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." He took a long gulp of his drink.

Finally he was done and they all left the restaurant after paying. They had only been walking through the thick crowd before a young boy about the age of twelve ran right into Hermione. Without even looking at her let alone saying sorry he ran off as fast as he could.

"Hermione, check your pockets." Draco ordered.

"Why." Hermione's brow knitted with confusion.

"Just do it"he ordered again darkly.

"Er...ok"she dug through her pockets.

Where there should have been money there was nothing. Even more confused than before she kept searching in vain.

"Nothing there." Blaise growled darkly.

Hermione shook her head slowly.

"I'll kill that fucking pickpocket." Draco growled.

"No guys don't worry about it, Let's just go. He's probably long gone anyway." Hermione grabbed their arms and led them down the street towards the Cobbler's Pub.

Dragging them towards the fires Blaise went home first with Hermione and Draco followed. Upon arriving Hermione took all of her new clothes into Draco's room and set them in a corner. Walking down out to the living room she saw Blaise and Draco sitting on the couch talking. She sat down in between them.
"Well I'm going to bed." Blaise got up and started walking towards his room.

"But it's only 10:30 in the morning." Hermione called to his retreating back sounding surprised.

"Ha he'll sleep no matter what time it is." Draco smiled putting his feet on the coffee table leaning back in the couch.

After a few moments of silence Draco asked what had been nagging at him for a while, or at least ever since Hermione had mentioned how much she hated Harry and Ron.

"Why did they abandon you."

"Huh?"

"Potty and Weasel, why did they abandon you?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Why not?"

"Because it is rather personal."

"Oh."

They sat in silence for a full ten minutes before Draco couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Did you do something horrible, or really bad?"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know."

Hermione remained silent.

"Are you ever going to tell me."

"Draco..."

"Yeah"

"Shut up and drop it." She screamed at him before stomping off to his room slamming the door hard behind her.

She stayed in there for the rest of the day brooding over her thoughts.

"Why can't he just drop it and take the hint that it is personal." She thought as she laid out on the bed.

"He'll find out eventually." Her more logical side told herself. "Not if I can help it."

She argued with herself like this for the rest of the day before she fell asleep.

A/N: Yet another chapter! Woot! Today I have decided to add a lot more chapters so be on the lookout for them!

Until next time,

The Queen of Darkness Mya