Their Anthem and Our Anthem
Chapter Two
"Oh Merlin…" Hermione muttered, ripping the paper with great force, quite anticipating her burning question.
Her eyes scanned over the paper quickly before she let out an excited cheer.
"YES!" She laughed and twirled, her hair puffing out like a poodle. "I did it!" she cried, over again and again.
Her parents laughed uneasily as they watched their daughter dance around.
Hermione turned to them, her cheeks flushed pink. "I got Head Girl!"
Immediately both of her parents smiled proud smiles.
They congratulated her and gave her many hugs.
After Hermione had calmed down and sat down to eat her toast and blueberry pancake; her parents shared anticipating looks, as if saying 'Now is a good time'. Hermione took no notice, though and continued eating, reading the cover story on the muggle newspaper, USA Today.
"Wow! Listen to this! Two mug- I mean, people killed in their house yesterday, with no explanation," Hermione read aloud, taking a sip of OJ before continuing, "It seemed to happen around eight last night."
Hermione tried to remember what she had been doing at that time, and then remembered she was busy writing Harry and Ron a letter saying she could come and stay with them the day after tomorrow at the burrow.
She bit her lip and continued, "Nothing was taken from the house, except-"
BOOM!
Hermione screeched, and dropped her glass, the liquid swirling across the newspaper, the ink running together, making it now impossible to read.
Her parents jumped up, both of their faces white, and frightened.
They quickly glanced at each other before giving Hermione an odd look.
Her mom quickly ran over to her and pulled under the table, avoiding the OJ now dripping onto the floor.
Her dad, as quiet as possible, headed to the source of the noise, which came from the living room. As he peered around the corner, something collided with his head.
Hermione screamed, loudly, watching her now-unconscious father fall to the ground and land with a 'thud.'
Her mom whimpered, and crouched lower with Hermione, trying to hide, which seemed impossible now that Hermione had given away their hiding spot.
Panicking, Hermione looked through the doorway, trying to see what had hurt her father, but could not see.
Everything in the house became silent – the intruder obviously knowing that Hermione and her mom were in the kitchen, waiting for them to do – something.
When nothing happened, the person stepped into the kitchen, and Hermione let out an even longer, louder scream than before.
Draco smiled. He had just finished reading the letter from 'The One and Only Book Lover'. He had made a new friend. Well, no one can blame him for being so excited; the only friends he had before were stuck up snobby brats in Slytherin.
He knew that if his father knew his true opinion, he would be dead. Draco was scared of his father, as everyone would be.
He would also be dead if Lucius found out about the letter he sent. He wondered who it was that wrote back. The One and Only Book Lover? Hmmm… a lot of people like books, but this person seemed kind of bossy, since claiming that they are the ONE and ONLY book lover.
He laughed aloud as he thought of a stuck up, bushy haired book lover who would say that. She couldn't care less about his problems. But then again, he didn't think about this thought: she doesn't know that it's his problems.
Hermione sat, rigid in fear as the black cloaked figure came nearer. She still didn't know exactly who it was. She knew it was a wizard and a bad wizard at that, upon seeing the hooded black cloak.
Her mom trembled next to her, just as scared as she was. Hermione didn't know how this was possible, seeing that she had never told either of her parents about Voldemort or Death Eaters, seeing that they would never let her go back to a place where she was endangered.
The person came nearer and slowly pulled back its hood.
Draco sighed as he sat in his room, unknowing as what to do. He had just sent Midnight off with another letter to The One and Only Book Lover. He sighed and sat down at his desk, and looked at his clock: 11:59 a.m.
His father wasn't here this morning and won't be back until around three in the afternoon. All that his mother said about it was that he was on a mission for the Dark Lord and when he got home, they would have something to tell him. He wondered what it could be…
Lucius Malfoy! The self-centered, arrogant brat! How dare he come in her house and hit her father! She just wouldn't allow it.
She stood up, her eyes an angry fire in them. Her mother tried to stop her, but failed. Hermione was mad and there was no denying it.
"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy!" Hermione spat, though mad, still keeping her distance from him.
Lucius laughed a fake, stupid laugh. "What do you mean, Hermione?" he said, with the same false tone.
Hermione's fury didn't cease one bit. "What are you doing in my house, hitting my father in the head?" staring him down.
Lucius smiled innocently, "That's your father?" he asked, smiling.
Hermione nodded.
"Think again, Ms. Granger!" Lucius spat, thrusting the end of his wand at her.
All Hermione saw was black, the faint sound of her mother's scream, echoing in her ears.
Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry that this chapter is a little shorter than the first, but I promise I'll update soon!
In the Next Chapter:
-Draco's parents talk to him.
-Hermione wakes up.
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