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That night, Hermione tossed and turned. She stared at the blank ceiling, it looked dark and depressing, mirroring how she felt. Slowly, Hermione's eyes grew tired and finally she fell asleep.
The next morning, Hermione woke up to the sound of tapping on the window. She opened her eyes and found that an owl was flying about madly outside her window.
'Pig.' Hermione thought.
Hermione opened the window and let the always hyper owl in. A letter was attached to its leg. It took about five minutes for her to calm the owl down and untie the letter. Pig flew off hooting loudly. No sooner had Pig left that Hedwig appeared. Unlike Pig, Hedwig landed quietly and stuck out her foot for Hermione to untie the letter. After she did and Hedwig flew off without a sound. Hermione opened the first letter.
Dear Hermione
How's your father? Malfoy has been acting strangely since yesterday. He hasn't picked on Harry, Ron, or any muggleborn or anyone at all. Though after lunch yesterday, he cornered me in the library to ask where you were. I told him I had to go to class and quickly left. Do you want me to tell him where you are?
-Ginny
The second letter was from Harry and Ron.
Dear Hermione
How are you? It's only been one day but Snape's been piling up the homework. Four foot long essay on the Wolfsbane Potion and tomorrow too! And a quiz next week. The git. McGonagall seems more stressed today since you weren't her to help us with Transfiguration as you usually do. We had to transfigure a rat into a chair. Ron's still had a tail and mine was still squeaking at the end of the lesson. She says it might come out during the exams.
Wish you were here
Love
Harry and Ron
Hermione shook her head and folded up the letters.
Draco paced around his room. Where could Hermione be? He was sure she wasn't sick as he had checked the Infirmary and that Weasley was no use either, making some excuse about having to get to class when he had tried to ask her. He hadn't seen her since yesterday and he was worried Blaise had done something to her again.
The room door opened.
"Malfoy." Blaise drawled
"Zambini, what do you want?" Draco demanded
"Haven't seen your mudblood around." Blaise said silkly "Maybe something has happened to her."
Draco tensed slightly and narrowed his eyes, Blaise noticed it. He smiled.
"My mudblood?" Draco asked as unemotional as possible "You know I'm just following the dark lord's orders."
"Maybe…" Blaise said "or maybe not."
Blaise left, leaving Draco more worried then ever.
I miss her… Draco thought
Far away, Hermione had just finished writing her letters and sealed the two letters. Hedwig was back and waiting. Hermione tied that letters to her leg and she flew off without a sound. She sighed.
With a second thought, Hermione took out a piece of parchment and started writing.
Dear Malfoy
Ginny told me you were wondering what happened to me. Don't worry, Blaise didn't do anything to me this time. I just went home for a few days. Hope being Head by yourself isn't too tedious. Sorry. I'll try and make it up to you when I get back.
Hermione Granger
Hermione sealed the letter. Then she remembered. She didn't have an owl. Hermione decided she would worry about it later and left it on her desk. She walked off to get ready for the day.
Hermione spent her day talking to her father, telling him
about what had happened so far in Hogwarts, what they were learning, and about Quidditch. Her father seemed to be hearing her as she chattered to him. To her that is.
As she was talking to him about the lastest prank she, Harry and Ron had pulled on the Slytherins, his face contracted, and gasped. Hermione paled. The gasping became slower and slower until he stopped breathing altogether.
"Father!" Hermione cried out
The next two days were hell for Draco. All his work suffered. He was even reprimanded by Snape one day after class. Blaise kept sending sly looks at him during breakfast, lunch, dinner… whenever they met. Worse, there was a death-eater meeting nearing. The dark lord would want to know how Draco was getting along with his task. He was worried Blaise might say something to the Dark Lord. That was his worst fear.