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Mum, Dad is that you?" Asked Hermione even know she already knew it just made her feel comfortable.
"Hermione Dear, Oh I've missed you so much." Melantha started to cry as she went up and hugged Hermione. It didn't feel right.
--Maybe I'm just not used to it, I never remember Olivia ever hugging me, that's probably why--
"Mum, why now, why not when I started school, I've been teased for being brought up by Muggle, well pretend ones at that."
"Oh sweetie it's what we had to do, we didn't think you could cope with a death Eater being around, we didn't want you to get hurt, but now that's fixed and we thought it would be a perfect birthday present."
"No you are lying to me."
"Don't worry sweetie, it's all worked out, so have you accepted me and you fathers proposition?"
"No not yet, but i think i kind of have to don't i." Hermione said in an angry tone, "What will happen to my friends do you think i'm just going to leave them?"
"Well, I know who your friends are, I've been keeping tabs on you, how you've been going and school and everything, you a good friend Hermione and a strong Wizard. I've heard how brilliant you are. You will be always able to see your Muggle friends. Oh and your wizarding friends are invited tonight and all of them have said yes. Remember you won't be alone there's a few wizards your age around there."
"Oh fine I will go but not because I want. How am I going to be ready for tonight anyway?" Hermione lifted her hands to her hair.
"Don't worry, that's all sorted out," This was the first time she heard her father speak, he had a deep voice, a bit like Harry's but a tiny bit deeper.
"So where's your room dear, have they looked after you well?" Melantha stepped into the Muggle looking house.
"It's upstairs, 2nd to the left." Hermione was so excited she couldn't wait for her party, and with all her friends being there is even better.
10 minutes later Melantha appeared in the room again carrying a small box.
"Mum err Melantha, where's my stuff?" Hermione asked curiously.
"It shrunk into your box, oh and Crookshanks has already wandered out to the limo." Melantha Smiled at Hermione, "Ok were off,"
"Just wait, my presents are in the kitchen." Hermione ran into the kitchen and came out with a small bag, "I know that spell to mum, now we can go." Olivia and Troy had already apparated back to there normal home. The three of the Granger's walked out onto the street and stood in front of the two black limos.
"Hermione that is your limo," Melantha said pointing to the second limo where a man was standing at the open back door, "let me introduce you to you guard and driver."
"Good day Miss Granger, I am Dan, your personal body Guard."
"Mum, why do I need a body guard?" Hermione was acting stupid but she didn't know.
"Well to keep you save." Melantha patted her on the back, "Let's meet your driver."
Melantha knocked on the window and the driver wound down the window.
"Good evening my lady, my name is Rex." Both of the driver and her bodyguard were only about 22 so she felt ok.
"Ok Herm, now get in honey so we can get to the airport."
"Please don't call me that and what do you mean a Muggle airport?" Hermione was looking confused.
She wondered it her Bodyguard and Driver were magic, do they know what we are?
"Yes a Muggle airport, and its ok you can say that stuff around Dan, Rex and my own because they are know about us, so don't worry."
-- Hey did she just read my mind, nah it was obvious that I would ask --
"In the Car Miss Granger," Hermione left her mother and hoped into the long limo, which as from now her own. Inside it was huge; a small TV sat on the right side, and a mini bar sat on the left. At the other end of the compartment was another seat where Crookshanks lay on a fluffy red Pillow. Dan wound down the tinted window between them and Hermione.
"Miss we're about to leave, so please be comfortable."
"Dan, please call me Hermione," said Hermione forcefully, "I'm not used to the rich status yet."
"Oh, uh sure Hermione, so would you like to know anything?" Dan asked politely.
"Um yeah, are there any hot guys that live there?" She giggled as Dan tried to answer.
"Um well, I wouldn't know but yeah I've seen some around, one guy, my sister thought he was hot but now she's moved now, so you won't have any opinions from her."
"How old was she?"
"Oh, about 22," Dan laughed, "She's my twin."
She and Dan talked for a whole twenty minutes. Hermione found out a lot about where she will be living. But nothing about who lives there. So it was going to be a surprise.
Dan opened the door and Hermione stepped out onto the runway and screamed as a jet zoomed past, and up into the air.
"Hermione, please come quick onto the jet." Melantha was standing at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the door of a silver plane. Hermione ran towards the stairs and started to climb them. She was so excited. She thought that from now her life was never going to be the same again.
"Oh my god," She screamed as she walked into the luxurious jet, "How much better is this going to be?" Melantha sat down on one of the comfy leather chairs.
"This is just the beginning Hermione, you just wait." Hermione went and sat next to her father on the other side of the plane. She lent her head on the window and was so glad that this had happened for now. She was suddenly dreaming.
Dream…
"Hermione, quick come here." Harry yelled. Hermione ran to his voice. He was in a compartment. "What's wrong Harry?" Hermione looked inside the compartment.
"What the hell? Is he alright?" Draco was lying in the compartment with a wound across his stomach. He was bleeding rapidly. His hand was covered in blood, as was his nice white shirt. "Harry what happened?" Hermione ran to Draco's side, she lent down then moved his hand of the wound. She then slowly moved her finger across the wound. Draco shivered as her skin touched his. "Draco please talk to me." There was a silence. "I'm not hurt get off me." Hermione jumped straight back onto her feet. "What, what," Harry had disappeared from the door way and now standing there was Lucius Malfoy. She backed away to the window.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Her father was shaking her hastily, "Sweetie we're here, come on wake up." Hermione began to open her eyes.
"Wha-What, oh I missed the flight damn." Hermione stood up, now feeling queasy from the bizarre dream.
--Why did I care for Malfoy, Why was I nearly crying, I touched him, I – I wanted to help him, but why -- Hermione thought as she was now getting off the Jet.
"Miss-Hermione please board the limo." Dan was now standing in front of a light blue limo. They were now on a small airport strip containing only personal jet, even ones with Letters engraved on them.
"Coming Dan," Hermione hoped into the light blue limo and was just as excited when she left, but something was stuck on her mind; The dream. She forgot about the dream for a minute and asked.
"Dan, Do the pilots know were magic?"
"Yes, but they prefer if we didn't exploit that around here because there are a few non magic families."
"Oh Ok," It only took a further 10 minutes to reach Granger Manor. It was set on a small hill. The big gold gates opened as they drove onto their property. The grass was a luscious green, with sprinklers watering every so often. The house was a small castle, made of stone which right behind was the wide ocean spread at the back of the house. The big oak doors sat at the top of the steps where Hermione had just gotten out of her limo from.
"Wow," That's all she could say she was thunderstruck. She ran up the stairs where her mother and father stood.
"This princess is your home." Melantha pushed open the doors to reveal a big entrance room, with 6 or so doors leading off of it and beautiful Glass stairs leading up to another landing.
"Hilary, come down stairs and meet you new master." -- Master – Hermione thought. A pretty 19 year old came slowly down the stairs. She had Blonde hair, with a pink headband. She was wearing a short White dress with Black flats. Melantha took a small box from her jacket and placed it on the floor. Crack. All Hermione's stuff had appeared in a clutter. Straight away Hilary took out her wand and said, "Leviosa," ALL Hermione's stuff floated as Hilary moved it upstairs into her new room.
"Hermione, go take a quick look at your room then come straight down we need to get you ready for you birthday." Melantha took one look at her then walked into a room of the right side of the entrance. Hermione without having a chance to say anything just ran up the glass stairs following Hilary. Her room was at the end of the hallway on the right. She walked in to a dream. -- Shit, this is amazing, am I dreaming again -- A double bed was sitting in the middle of the room with the head facing the window. It had pink covers with Fluffy blue pillows. Crookshanks was fast asleep on her bed where he would normally be back in London. She noticed two doors of the right of her room, one had a door and the other had curtains. She opened the door one first. It was a wardrobe with, lost of clothes, some from home and some new, she was in heaven. She turned and walked out of her wardrobe and walked through the curtains into a palace of a bathroom. A big circular bath sat in the middle of the room. Big mirrors along the wall closest to her room and on the other walls were fountains, taps and a beauty cupboard.
She finished examining her brand new room and decided to go look for her mother downstairs.
"Mum, where are you, i'm ready." She stood in the middle of the entrance room. Melantha walked into the room with Louis, a man in a black suit and 1 female and male assistant.
"Hermione this is Ivanku, he is your stylist, so pick a design from this book," She handed Hermione a book with pictures of all different kinds of dress, "And he'll make you look like a star."
"Mum, remember school starts tomorrow, so we can't be too late tonight." Melantha shook her head in agreement.
Draco's POV
"Draco, get in here, I have some news?" Narcissa said in a high-pitched voice.
"Yes Mother," The young blonde haired boy walked in to the cold living room.
"The Grangers, who live in the street, there daughter has returned, she'd be about your age, well she is having a party tonight maybe you should go, you might know a few people." Draco's head lifted up.
"What did you say her name was?" Asked Draco's with a smirk growing on his face.
"I didn't, her name is Hermione," Narcissa knew he was up to something, "Why?"
"Oh, no reason, just thinking if I should go or not. Mother can I visit someone and bring him here?"
"Sure Draco as long as he doesn't mess the house up." Draco Apparated from the room straight to Blaise's house.
"Blaise, my mate, were you wanting to make a bet yesterday?" Blaise turned around and started to laugh.
"Draco what a surprise, not, yeah I was making a bet, because you don't like Granger and she doesn't like you, I want to see her want to go out with you. If you can get her to like you, I will ask anyone of your choice out and stay with her for a month, Deal?"
"Deal, Well, Well, well my side is going to be easier, today I found she wasn't a Muggle after all, did you know she's a pureblood."
"A what, great that's even more for me." Blaise straightened out his jacket.
"Oh and one more thing I live down the street from her and our parents are friends."
"Damn, why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"In fact it's her 16th Birthday today and I was invited to her party tonight, hmmm I was wondering would you like to come?"
"Maybe, yeah I'll come. What type of party?" Blaise asked curiously.
"We'll make our bit I'll make my mother to ask Melantha to make it a masquerade party." Draco smirked.
"Good idea."
Hermione's POV
Hermione had chosen her design and had it made for her. It was a Bright Violet, strapless dress, which sits on the floor. Alike her mother's dress it clings to the top area of her body and flares out at the bottom. She had chosen Black her black stylish small heels to go with it. Melantha came rushing in.
"Hermione, I've just been given a great idea from one of the guest parents." Hermione face lifted into a curiosity smile.
"And what may that be mum?" her Mother smiled as Hermione got up from the hair dresses chair before they could start.
"A masquerade party, instead of a normal one, you wear a mask and at the end of the night you take them of and find out who your partner is. Does that sound uh… cool?"
Ivanku pulled Hermione back into the chair.
"That's sounds great Mum, but isn't it to late to tell them?" Hermione sat the bored while the male assistant started applying Maroon nail polish to her nails.
"It's never too late for me sweetie, they'll be fine with it, just you wait." Melantha then walked out of the room.
"Ok Miss Granger, now what would you like done to this hair of yours?" Ivanku was running a fine comb through her permanently straightened hair.
"Oh, I don't know, what would you suggest?" Hermione picked up a magazine in front of her. She opened it to all the different hair designs. She finally found one she liked.
"A-huh, no need to suggest, I would like this one," she was pointing at a celebrity. The hair was curled into ringlets and placed up flowingly into a bun with bit hanging down the back and side.
"Is that your final decision Miss Granger?" Ivanku started to brush her hair again.
"Yes please." The assistants started to apply make up to her freshly cleansed face. And even nail polish to her toe nails to match her fingers.
Half an hour later her hair was nicely pinned up into the bun type thing. The eyeliner brought out her beautiful brown eyes and made them look mysterious.
"Voila, it's all done Mademoiselle, now you may go put on your dress, i'm sure your guests will be arriving soon enough."
"Oh thanks Ivanku, it looks great," Hermione said looking into a hand held mirror.
She walked back up the glass stairs and into her magical bedroom. She slumped over to her bed and lay upon it. THUMP. She heard a noise from her wardrobe.
"Is any one there?" She said curiously, "Come out or be prepared to fight me."
"No need to fight anyone Hermione." Hilary said as she walked in her room with Hermione's dress in her hands.
"Oh sorry," Hermione said as she turned around, "I thought I heard someone, but I guess I was wrong." Hermione looked over her shoulder towards the wardrobe.
"Oh what ever, please get changed now so we can fit you mask." She handed Hermione her dress. Hermione took it then walked into the Bathroom. She slipped of her Cargo pants and her blue singlet. The slowly pulled on her newly made silk dress. It showed the shape of Hermione's body instantly. She looked in the mirror to see of she really did like it. -- Oh my god, wow, I look so um uh different, wow-- She then walked back into her room with her cargo pants and singlet folded in her arms.
"Pass them here please." Hilary said, then putting them in her washing basket. Hermione slid her feet into her Black small heels.
"That looks great Hermione, i'm sure the guys will be after you in no time." Hilary started looking her up and down.
"But how will they know it's me?" she asked like she wouldn't know anyone.
"Your true friends can always tell Mione, is it ok if I call you that?"
"Yes," she said with a smile, "hmmm they'll know won't that."
"Ah there it is," a white mask appeared on Hermione's bed, and then Hilary picked it up.
"It's plain, what do we have to do?" Hermione walked over and stood next to Hilary. She was only 5 cm shorter then her surprisingly. Hilary flicked her wand. Bright silver bead started to edge the mask, as the white turned to a really dark purple compared to her dress.
"How do you like that Mione?" Hilary gave one last tap and then put it on Hermione's face. It stayed like it was stuck.
"Wow, its pretty, but how will it stay?"
"A simple Spell Hermione, that's all it takes."
Hermione walked down into a crowd of masked faces inside the large dinning room, which lead of the entrance hall. The music was playing loud some slow and then fast again. She blended in with ease except that nearly all the guys had their eyes on her.
"Mione," She heard a whisper in her ear. It was a beautiful young girl with bright orange hair that hung down her curved back. Her dress was dark blue, while her mask was a light blue with shimmering glitter to top it off.
"How are you Ginny, by the way you look great!" Ginny smiled, or what Hermione could see of a smile.
"Well, i'm not the only one," Hermione giggled, "Have you seen anyone who looks like Caleb?" Hermione shook her head.
Caleb was a Tall Hufflepuff in Ginny's year. Who was her friend after last year's ball.
"Why?" Hermione asked in disbelieve.
"Oh I need to talk to him about school." A grin grew on Hermione's face.
"How's Harry?" Hermione nudged Ginny.
"Hey what was that for, I looking for him to anyway." Ginny turned her head around," But I can't seem to find him anywhere."
"Ginny, he'll turn up when you least aspect it."
"Yeah, anyway i'm going to see if they have any pizza left, see you later Mione."
"Ok bye," Ginny wondered into the Crowd, but Hermione was in no erg to move so stood thee quietly.
--Hmmm maybe I'll find someone I know outside, it's getting hot in here anyway-- She wandered through the crowd onto the porch out side. She noticed there was no one there but decided to stay any way. She moved over to a seat facing the ocean and he sat down.
"Oh I new this was stupid, why did I say yes, I can't tell who is who and my friends are all running around looking for people and totally forgot about my birthday," Hermione heard footsteps on the porch. She turned around, but no one was there. – What am I thinking, i'm going crazy. – She turned to face the sea but instead, she now is seeing a young, masked man standing in front of her. It was Draco, but she couldn't tell.
"May I have this dance?" he asked her. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't pick it.
"Ok," She said in a quiet yet surprised voice. The stranger grabbed held of her hand and pulled her onto her feet. The stranger had very pale grey eyes, but was filled with warmth. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a dark blue tie. He stood a few good 8 cm taller then her and was wearing a black mask over he pale face. His hair was an ash blond color and sat dangling over the side of his head.
He led her back inside onto the dance floor. And just Hermione's luck they had walked in on a slow song.
"May I," the stranger asked, as he was about to put his hand on her waste. Hermione nodded and moved her hand up towards his shoulder. His hand kept on slipping on her silk dress as the dance together. – He's a good dancer, but who is it, I know that voice, but whom – she felt his second hand un-clutch her hand and slowly moved towards her waste. She shivered, but kept on swaying to the music. He smelt of aftershave mixed with deodorant, which made Hermione feel relaxed. She moved closer to him as he pulled her towards him. The song had finished but they still stood there in each other's arms. Another slow song started, as they still stood there close to each other. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his whole arm around her.
Draco POV
--How could Blaise have talked me into this, I don't know what I was thinking, accepting a bet like this, and i'm touching her, I'm touching a Mud- but she's not she's Pure, a least she's no disgrace, I guess. -- Draco moved his head towards Hermione's hair it smelt of Strawberry. Hermione lifted her head and looked in to her stranger's eyes. Draco stared continually into hers and noticed something about her he has never noticed before. He felt like he had seen what she's gone through from the feeling that she didn't fit in, to the feeling that she wasn't loved. --What has happened to her, she looks so innocent, not the smart girl everyone can see but a, a girl who doesn't understand, feels like she doesn't belong – He leaned is head close to hers. – What am I doing stop it, Draco stop it, I am not going to kiss her stop it – it was too late. Hermione and Draco were kissing, no would expect this total enemies to be doing this but they just had. This was different thou Draco didn't feel hatred against her, but he didn't feel love either, it was neutral. The sweet taste of her lips had penetrated his mouth; it was the taste of vanilla. Hermione pulled away.
Hermione's POV
-- Huh, what just happened, one minute we were looking in each other's eyes and the next we kissed, it was even more so like magic. -- Hermione grabbed he's hand; she had to find out whom the mysterious man who had taken her heart was. She led him out of the hall and up the golden stairs. He followed her madly even thou he had no choice. She took him to her room and shut the door tight. She led him towards her bed, but he stopped in his tracks.
"What are you doing?" He said as a smirk grew on his face, but his eyes opened up in surprise.
"I want to talk that's all, what do you take me for." Hermione giggled as she let go of his hand and sat on her bed.
"Oh, right," He followed her lead and sat down next to her, "so what do you want to talk about?"
"About how this night will end and I might never find out who you are." Hermione brought a huge smile to her face, as did Draco.
"Right, who said anything about not finding out who I am?" Hermione just stared at him, confused.
"Well, if that's the point then why, why don't you take of your mask?"
Draco smirked. "You go first."
"Ok then." Hermione reached to pull her mask off and as he did the stranger (Draco) just stared at her unbelievingly. --What is he staring at is there something wrong – Hermione thought as her hair accidentally cam undone from the bun.
"Oh shit," Hermione tried to put her hair back up.
"Don't worry, its fine," said the stranger in that familiar tone.
--Wow she looks so different, was she reborn into another chick or something they don't look the same. – Draco thought as he held her hand from not ruining her hair any more.
"Mione, come down stairs, I know your up there its time to get your presents." Hermione's face grew into a frown.
"Did you time this, or are you on my side."
"I didn't time anything, it's just a coincidence." Draco smirked again
She ran downstairs with her hand in his pulling him along.
"Mione, come in here sweetie." The stranger looked at Hermione and laughed. So she gave him a little punch.
"Sorry, I have to go, I'll be back later." Draco walked off, still without Hermione knowing who he is. She opened hundreds of presents and stood next to her mother while every one unmasked.
The music started playing again.
"Hermione, I would like you to meet Draco Malfoy, He is Narcissa's son, she's a friend of mine who lives down the road." Hermione turned to the Familiar name. Their Narcissa was standing there with her son Draco. Hermione's face lit up in shock.
"I can't believe it, it was you, and you tricked me, you- you actually stumped so low to do this to me how could you." Hermione ran away crying…