(A/n: Hey Everyone, thanks for all the wonderful reviews! That make me so happy... Now...I think I shall start with... Replys to comments, then well get back to the story.
Himeko Sorano: Thanks, I'm glad you like it so far, and yeah, I always thought that if Harry, Or Ron was to die, Hermione would definatly have some degree of vunerability after all they've been through together. And Sorry about the spelling mistakes. I tried to go over it since I don't have a spell check on my computer, it must have got past me.
Dee023: Thanks, I'm glad you like it.
dwntwndanbrwn: I'm glad my summery brought you in, And I know what you mean by not usually reading stories that are under 5 chapters, I don't like to do that very often either, and I figured others wouldn't as well, thats why I was trying to get a few chappies up pretty quickly, to draw more people in. And Shahar does have another meaning in another language, I just havn't decided if I'm going to use it yet or not. Enjoy :).
Raspberri13: Lol. Love your enthusiasm. Here you go. Enjoy ;).
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Zorro-chan: Harry was killed in the first chapter, but I'm thinking about somewhere along the line bringing him back, or finding a way that Hermione can talk to him again. I dunno yet. Enjoy
-Xanthia-: I know, I hate it when authors leave cliffies to, but I couldn't resist. And I'm glad you like it. Enjoy
IsabellaPaige: Thanks, I'm glad you like it... Hope you enjoy
Kira66: Lol. Okay, here's more just for you, my awesome reviewer
Now that thats taken care of... Welcome to Chapter 3.))
Recap: Hermione's mind raced. Shahar? He thought she was someone named Shahar? This might be her out.
"I'm not Shahar" she said quickly, "I'm Hermione, Hermione Grang-" before she even finished the sentence she was quickly hit again, and he sputtered in rage.
"You will not use that name again. You are Shahar!" he hit her once more, "Shahar do you hear!" with tears stining in her eye's, she nodded. What had she gotten into?
Chapter 3
Draco's PoV
His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he walked, the amber spirits he held in a glass made a gentle swishing noise, but other then that, the manor was silent. A door opened, and a blonde haired man entered into a office, and the large, oak door closed behind him. This man was Draco Malfoy, and this office, was his own.
Moving to the desk he sat his glass down, then moved away, to the window, where the moonlight trapped it's self in his hair. His clothes were that of a typical Malfoy, black pants, black shirt, black robes, with just a small bit of green to show his Slytherin pride, yet, Draco was anything but a typical Malfoy. His face was pale, but not unnaturaly so, and a thin pink tinted scar ran across his brow. Unconciously he reached up to touch it. A momento from the war. It had almost killed him. Almost.
During his last few years at Hogwarts, alot had changed, Dumbledore had died, by Snapes hand. His own hand curled into a loose fist. He was the one who was supposed to have killed him, but he couldn't, he couldn't do it. The old man had never harmed him, had never done anything to him worth him killing him, and thats how Draco operated. Payback was fine, revenge..Okay.. But just cold blooded murder? That was foreign to him. He couldn't do it.
Sighing he brushed back a few strands of his hair away from his eye's, and moved away from the window. That had changed him, watching Snape do what he was supposed to do because he couldn't. After fleeing with Snape, and finding out what Snape was...A spy! Who would have guessed, he became one to. Of course he was nowhere near the rank Snape was, but he helped out where he could, not particualary feeling a loyalty to either side, but that was in the past. Voldemorte was dead, Potter was dead, along with so many innocents, and not-so-innocents.
His arm still twinged occasionally, and he reached up to touche the hated mark through his robe. He wished it would go away, he couldn't bear to see it sometimes, a reminder of who he almost was, and in many ways, still was. At first, after the war, he had nearly drown himself in drink, trying to forget, but then, he rose above it, above the peices of his life that were eating away at him, and he was almost whole again. Almost. Draco picked up the glass with the amber liquid again and downed it in one gulp, then slammed the glass back down on the desk, when a book caught his eye on the bookshelf.
Moving tword it, he plucked the thin, silver book from it's place, and stared at it. The Yearbook. He hadn't seen it in years, had never really looked at it much anyway.
The Yearbook was a book that was presented to each and every Seventh Year apon graduation. It would have pictures, memories, from all 7 years at Hogwarts, but untill now, he had never really seen it.
Now, he moved back to his desk, and took a seat in the large leather apolstered seat, and lay the book in frount of him. Hogwarts, A Lasting Memory, was on the frount in green letters. Green and silver, to show he was a Slytherin. He's never hated those colors more then in these last few years, but he still wore them. It was what was expected of him afterall, and in some ways a habit, a reminde, some things, you can't change.
Slowly he reached out and opened it, the frount inside cover was filled with signatures, he turned it to the beggining, and felt his lips begin to tug upward at the picture. His first year, and there he was, on the strairs. He chuckled slightly at the cocky look he wore on his face and he talked to Potter. Vague memories returned to him. Standing there on the stone steps, telling Potter he knew who he should hang around with, then being blown off for Weasley. He continued to turn the page, stopping to savor a picure, to laugh over a memory, or just to sigh and wish he could take something back. He sighed now, and turned to the next page in the book, where they started doing a picture a page, along with some useful information that automatically updated. Neadless to say it was a big yearbook, but gave off the impression that it was really thin.
Draco Xavier Malfoy
Slytherin
Prefect
Headboy
19 to ----
Seamus Dustin Finnagan
Gryffendor
Married Virginia Weasley
Member of the Herbology Club
19 to ----
He continued to turn the pages, marveling over how some peoples lives had changed, untill he came to a picture of a smiling brunette.
Hermione Jane Granger
Gryffendor
Prefect
Headgirl
Member of the Herbology Club
Member of the DaDa Association
President and Organizer of S.P.E.W.
Missing
Draco started to turn the page after breifly gazing at that one, then stopped, his grey eye's sharpening in on the word Missing. Missing? Since when was Granger missing?
He blinked, then frowned, strange. Definatly strange, but it's not as if it would have any effect on him. so why worry about it? If only he knew how wrong he was.
((A/N: Hey everyone, Once again thanks for the reviews, they mean a lot to me. And second, I know this chapter is a bit shorter then the others, but cut me some slack, it's 1:30 in the morning here and I'm tired. :). Just so you know I probably won't be able to update again till next weekend, but if I can before then I will. I'll try and have a few chapters out each week, but I can only really get online on the weekends so...Yeah... Please review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you really think I would be writting this? No! I wouldn't! So therefore I am not J.K.))