A/N:

Hey Y'all! What is going on! I'll get right to the story and skip all the beginning crap! LOL! ENJOY!

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Chapter Three: Questions and No Answers

Hermione just got it. That was why her mot- Mrs. Granger told her that she couldn't go to the Burrow and HAD to go to France: to meet up with the Zabinis!

Collapsed on her bed, thinking and wondering about the past, present and future, Hermione re-read the letter, again and again. She couldn't believe what was happening. One minute she was just herself, the mudblood, bookworm, bushy-haired, muggle lover… and now, who was she? Even she, herself, didn't know. She knew Blaise Zabini from school: Absolute best friend (besides Crabbe and Goyle) of Draco Malfoy. 'Ugh!' she thought in her head, 'I bet they go over to each other's houses all the time. I don't want Malfoy in my house! Yuck!'

A sudden, but barely audiable knock reached Hermione's ears. She came back to earth, sat up, cleared her throat, then called, "Come in."

Hermione's foster mother cautiously opened the door, as if something was hiding and about to jump out and scare her. Hermione avoided her eyes; she was in no mood to make conversation with anyone besides her own consciousness.

"Hi," Jane said, uncomfortably, "I was just checking in on you. Are you doing okay?" After receiving a nod from Herm, she continued, "Well, do you still want to go to France?" Another nod. "Are you hungry?" Another one. "Well, supper is on the table, hot and ready, so come on down." And a final nod. Without waiting for her, Mrs. Granger left in a flurry, leaving the door open a crack and Hermione's window curtains ruffling ever so slightly.

Sighing and slowly standing, Hermione followed her … what was she to call her now? She didn't know. Mum? Mrs. Granger? Jane? Sighing, she followed She-Who-Hermione-Had-No-Name-For down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Her … father? was already seated at the table, in his normal spot. Their dinner table was circular and they made a triangle with their family seating. Hermione sat down, not looking either one of them in the eyes and began scooping food onto her plates. It was spaghetti night, her favorite, and she wasn't sure She-Who-Hermione-Had-No-Name-For hadn't planned it. Putting a massive glob of noodles on her plate, she then drowned them in marinara sauce.

Her foster parents did the same and silence reigned. Thinking in her head that silence is loud, Hermione asked the sudden question, "What am I supposed to call you guys?"

The Grangers looked at each other, obviously expecting this question and her father spoke first, "Well, Hermione, you may call us whatever you want to. If you don't feel right calling us 'mom' and 'dad' anymore, you may call us by our first names instead. Mr. and Mrs. Granger sounds a little too formal for us."

Hermione nodded and agreed. She had barely even touched her food, her mind already full of things.

"Well," Jane broke in, "I should think that we should floo to France tomorrow afternoon a little before dinner time should take place."

"FLOO!" Hermione sputtered. The Grangers knew how to floo?

The Grangers shrugged. "Well, we figured you would know how to do it, so we agreed to. You do know how to floo, don't you Hermione?" Jane pronounced floo very awkwardly, as if it wasn't even a real word, which in the muggle world, it wasn't.

Hermione smiled. "Yeah, of course I know how to floo. I was just surprised you guys could."

Jane and Frank smiled. "Well, we figured you could show us how. Is that okay?" Frank inquired. Hermione nodded and stood up rather quickly.

"Of course I will teach you all, but may we please do it tomorrow? I am quite tired for not having done anything today and I have quite a lot to think over and sleep on tonight."

Jane nodded, sympathetically. "Yes, of course, dear. We most certainly understand how difficult this must be for you."

Frowning, Hermione turned away from them and up the stairs, leaving behind her un-touched spaghetti.

She was running, running as fast as her legs would carry her. She couldn't find a way out. There were so many doors in this long hallway, so many turns and twists that she had absolutely no clue where she was. Each door she passed was locked; she didn't even bother to try them. She could just sense that they could not be opened.

A cold, evil laugh filled the air and made shivers go up and down the teenager's spine. "Come here, my pretty!" Hermione's eyes enlarged and her pupils were dilated. She continued to run, to where, she knew not, for why, she knew not either. Just to get away.

'I'm lost, I'm lost!' she repeated to herself, hopeless and confused. But part of herself wouldn't let her give in, 'Keep going, don't stop now!' the voice in her head told her. Deciding that she should listen to the voice, she didn't stop again after that until she ran into something black and fell to the floor.

Looking up to a tall, hooded figure, she gasped. As the person lifted their hands and removed their hood, the sneering face of Draco Malfoy appeared in front of her. Sobbing, Hermione sat on the floor, trying her hardest not to look him in the face.

She felt a strong, rather large hand, grasp the front of her shirt and lift her up. Malfoy's face was inches from her's and he threw his head back and laughed. Suddenly stopping, his face became serious as he stared into her eyes. "Hello Hermione." Another tear trickled down the girl's face.

"Why are you crying, Zabini? Zabinis do not cry!" Suddenly, his laughter filled the air again, echoing down the long hall, chilling Hermione down to the bone.

The floor below Hermione faded away and a long, never-ending hole of blackness stood below her. Draco smirked, "Are you scared?" Hermione nodded and screamed as his grip on her loosened and she fell down, down, faster and faster, falling as the Slytherin's voice sounded in her head: "You'll never be a Zabini, NEVER!"

Hermione shot up in her bed, sweat dripping from her forehead, her chest heaving in and out, do to her heavy breathing. She was shaking all over. Goosebumps captivated her arms, legs, and back. She glanced at her clock on top of her nightstand. It read 2:03. Pulling back the covers, she quickly ran over to the light switch and turned the light on. The light stung at her eyes, but she felt better.

Stepping into the bathroom, Hermione wet a washcloth with cold water and then placed it on her forehead. The cold felt good on her hot skin and it helped ease her nerves as well.

After washing her face, neck and arms with the cold washcloth, she settled back into bed, intent on getting some more sleep. She had a big day coming up for her and she didn't want to first meet her family, looking like a zombie because she didn't get enough rest that night. With that thought in mind, she curled up in a ball, her overhead, ceiling light still illuminated, and drifted off into unconsciousness.

Sunlight shone in through Hermy's window and seemed to go right through Hermione's eyelids. Groaning, she stuffed her head under her pillow, hoping to block out the light. When this concept didn't work, she added to it by pulling her comforter and sheets up over her head as well. That did the trick and she felt herself fall back asleep.

When finally Hermione had gotten enough beauty sleep, she decided to get up and shower so she could dry her hair and put on some make-up before she saw her parents. She couldn't help but feel like dressing up some. She did want to impress the Zabinis, even though she felt they were pureblood snobs.

After showering and getting dressed in a nice pair of hip-hugger jeans, a black v-neck short sleeved shirt, and a pair of black sandals, Hermione went downstairs to eat breakfast with the Grangers. She was quite hungry and eager to eat.

When she arrived in the kitchen, with her mu- Jane, rushing around the room, fixing pancakes and bacon, and her da- Frank, sitting at the table, drinking some orange juice and reading the local newspaper. At her entrance, both of them looked up at her.

Jane smiled. "Wow, Hermy, you look nice today. I think your parents will be very impressed and proud to say you're their daughter." Hermione knew that was over-exaggerated a little bit, but she let it slide. 'Oh well,' she thought to herself, 'I love compliments!'

Mrs. Granger quickly brought the food over and set it on the table. Hermione's stomach grumbled. "My goodness, 'Mione!" Frank joked, "Someone sure is hungry!" Herm noticed that they were acting very normal this morning, teasing her and giving her compliments. If Jane hadn't mentioned about her parents being proud, Hermione would have been mistaken that it was just another normal morning at breakfast.

By the time they had all filled their hungry pains, especially Hermione, the clock stated 9:49.

"We don't leave for a while so if you don't mind, I'd like to go to the library and look at a few books. Is that alright?"

Jane Granger nodded and smiled. "Of course, honey. You can go. Just make sure you're back here at two o'clock, to get all of your stuff together and eat a snack before we leave around four-ish." After Hermione nodded, she stood up and took her leave out of the room.

Running up to her room, she grabbed her adorable, black and white purse, which contained her cell phone, iPod, Chap Stick and her wand. Glancing in her full-length mirror, she smiled. She did look nice today. Her top set off her now fully developed curves and breasts and her hair seemed to fit perfect with her outfit. It was in nice ringlet curls, cascading down her back and her shoulders, reaching a teensy bit above her mid-back. Even though Hermy hated her hair as a pre-teen, she absolutely loved it now. She had her hair spells mastered and used them regularly. She loved being in control of her hair. It also seemed to add more confidence in her walk, not that she needed any.

Glancing at her wristwatch, she realized she only had four hours before she needed to be back home and the walk to the library was a good half hour's worth. She did know how to drive, but still hadn't conquered it yet and definitely wasn't comfortable driving alone. She preferred walking anyway. It would do her some good to get out in the sunshine and exercise a little bit. She wasn't fat at all, in fact, she ate very little and burned very little because she was reading all the time, so it all evened out. She was the perfect size.

When she reached the front door, Hermione called out, "I'm leaving now! I'll be back by two! I have my phone, so you can call me! Bye!"

Out in the sunshine, Hermione felt better. It was a lot warmer and though she did feel a little too hot in jeans, she wasn't necessarily uncomfortable yet. Plus, the library did have air-conditioning, so she would be fine there.

She sighed, enjoying the outdoors. She hummed as she walked along the sidewalk, watching the cars pass by. Her pare- foster parents lived right in the middle of London, so it was always very busy around their house.

Being used to this, Hermione was not scared by the cars or the crowd, but instead greeted them with a smile. She was in a very good mood and she couldn't understand why. She was about to go and spend two weeks with the Zabinis and become one of them. She would never get her old life back, she was sure of it. 'Who knows what they have in mind for me?' Hermione worried, in her head.

She reached the library in perfect timing, and was very glad to come in from the heat and get refreshed by the air cooler.

Hermione, having been here dozens of times this summer and in past ones, knew exactly where everything was. She went straight for the non-fictional section, which was her favorite type of book to read. The facts, the history, they just amazed her. She did like other types of books, like fictional and she often used reference books, but the factual books would always be her favorite.

Reaching up to the third shelf, she picked out two very old looking books and sat down at a nearby, wobbly, old table. Inside her head, Hermione was complaining about the condition of this library. 'It just gets worse everytime I come here,' she thought.

At that instant, a muscular hand appeared on her left shoulder. Hermione let out a small gasp as she turned to see who had touched her. A very attractive looking man around the age of twenty was smiling down at her. "Hey baby," he said, taking the seat next to her, "What's going on?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, annoyed. "I was reading, if you don't mind, before you so rudely interrupted me." She turned back and pulled the biggest book toward her and flipped it open.

He tossed his straight beach blonde hair out of his eyes. "Sorry, baby. I just couldn't help myself. You looked so cute over here by yourself. I was wondering if I could have your telephone number so we could maybe, you know, hook up, sometime."

Hermione smirked. "Oh, I don't think so," she turned to face him, "I am quite busy, you see, and I don't think that you are quite my type."

Obviously intrigued, he leaned closer to her, "And what is your type?"

"Not you."

Gathering her books, she stalked out of the double glass doors, not even bothering to check the books out. 'God, that kid was annoying the crap out of me!'

She continued home, the sunshine slowly fading. 'A storm. Great, just wonderful,' Hermione thought, 'What a great way to brighten up my day.'

Noticing that this storm was coming up rather quickly, she picked up her pace. Her watch told her that she still had two hours before she needed to be home, but knew that this storm was going to be big and she needed to get home and stay home.

A drop of rain landed on the tip of the seventeen-year-old's nose. "Darn it," she muttered, rushing into a dark alley, trying not to get drenched.

Out of nowhere, two hands grabbed her, one around the waist, and the other covering her mouth, both seizing her backwards.

A/N:

Sorry to end it like that guys. I hope you don't hate me and that you enjoyed it! I'm really getting the feel of the story now and it totally psyches me up!

I never expected so much support from you guys and it's very rewarding! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! LOL. Yeah, so anyway, here are my review answers!

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