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Chapter 4
Hermione sat quietly in her grandma's car. She had spent all morning rereading the news article. No one could believe that Draco had refused his father and ran away. What on earth could he have been thinking? She remembered talking with her friends before she had to leave for her grandma's.
Flashback
"This is crazy! Malfoy always talked about how great his father was, why would he do this?" Ron asked as he dropped the paper to the floor. Harry sighed as he leaned back against the bed.
"Well, Mrs. Malfoy was under a truth spell and there is no way she could have been lying." Then he moved so he was lying on his side.
"Well, there is a chance Lucius made her think it was true. I mean he could have messed with her mind." Hermione chimed in. Her eyes looked upon the photo of Draco sneering back at her. She couldn't see Draco running away from his father. "Malfoy was never scared of his father. At least I never heard or saw him act that way."
"Um, well there was the time back in second year. Remember Ron, how I got lost and I had seen Draco and his father at the creepy shop." Ron and Ginny nodded in unison. "Well, Draco's dad did something that scared him pretty badly. Draco was looking at the coffin thing I was in. Well, as he reached out to touch it, his father almost hit him with his cane. Draco must have jumped three feet as he turned to face his father. He looked terrified of his father at that moment."
"Well, then maybe it is true. You guys, we have got to figure this out and soon. We got to find him and protect him from them." Hermione said from the floor. All her friends gasped when she said this. Ron was the first one to speak.
"WHAT! Why on earth should we help that prat! He deserves to be killed for all the shit he's done." Ron was red in the face. "Think about it Hermione, he's always calling us names and trying to get us kicked out of school. Give me one good reason why we should care if he gets killed or not!"
"I hate to say this, but Draco Malfoy would be able to help us bring the Death Eaters down." There was no arguing with that. He would be able to do it easily and everyone in the room knew it. The question was, would he help them?
End of flashback
Sighing, Hermione looked out the window in hopes of seeing the answer. Her mother had told her grandma that Hermione was allowed to spend as much time with her friends as she wanted. Under one condition: she had to go to church every Sunday. Now there was nothing wrong with going to church on Sunday, but that was one less day she had to look for Malfoy.
"We're here!" Her grandma Mary chimed out as they pulled up in front of the small family house. Hermione looked up. There wasn't much she knew about this whole 'missing Malfoy' thing. The only thing she could be sure of was that she wasn't going to find him at church tomorrow.