A/N: So, according to JKR's site, today is Malfoy's birthday so I thought what better way to celebrate than to update my fan fiction about him and Hermione? So here it is…

Chapter 5: A Lack of Communication

Hermione dragged an obliging Malfoy back to the Gryffindor common room. Once there, they took seats next to one another in front of the fire and sat in silence. Hermione kept glancing at Malfoy with a nervous, sad look but he barely noticed.

'How does it feel, knowing that one minute, your parents are there and the next, they are gone? Harry talked about not having his parents around but not enough to help me understand what Malfoy is going through,' Hermione thought.

Although Malfoy had always treated her and her friends horribly, she felt terrible about what he must be going through and felt that she had to talk to him. But she didn't feel obligated. She actually wanted to help him and get him to open up to her.

"Malfoy? Are you alright?" 'Well of course he isn't alright. He just found out his mum and dad are dead!'

Malfoy snapped out of his trance-like state and turned to face Hermione, his eyes dark and cold.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Alright. But just so you know, I am here if you need to talk. I know I'm not your favourite person in the world but I am willing to listen if you need someone to talk to."

"I don't need anyone to talk to."

"Okay," Hermione said. Even though Malfoy said he didn't need anyone to talk to, his eyes betrayed him.

They two sat in silence, staring at the flames in the fireplace when the portrait hole opened and two young Gryffindors walked in. They appeared to be twins, a boy and a girl. They both had auburn coloured hair, the boys cut short while the girls was very long and wavy, and they both had hazel eyes. Looking at them, Hermione felt that they looked extremely familiar but could not figure out how or why.

They both came over to Hermione and Draco, taking the remaining empty seats in front of the fire.

"Blimey, today has felt like the longest day in history. Wouldn't you agree?" said the boy to Hermione and Malfoy

"Er – yes, it really has," said Hermione. She had no idea who these two students could possibly be and was having a hard time figuring out what she should say to them.

"What is wrong with you two? You look a little funny," said the girl, looking at the two older students with an odd look on their faces.

"Tell us. Now. We know something is up and if you don't tell us, we will find out sooner or later."

Malfoy liked the girl. She was spunky and demanded for what she wanted.

"Well, you see, we really aren't supposed to tell anyone. And we don't really know who you two are…" Hermione said, trailing off.

"Don't know who we are? Then this must certainly be an interesting story. Tell us."

"We added too much hellebore to a potion," Malfoy said lazily.

"But that would mean –"

"That you two are from a different plane."

"Correct. Now, do you mind telling us exactly who you are?" Malfoy was enjoying being cold towards these people. They were obviously friends on this plane and probably expected him to be completely different.

"Oh! Of Course! I am Oliver Potter but everyone calls me Ollie and this is my sister Violet."

"Potter? But Harry doesn't have any siblings!"

"For the smartest witch in our year, Granger, you really aren't that bright. You seem to forget that on this plane, Potters parents are alive."

"Oh! I didn't even think that Harry's parents were still alive. I suppose it does make sense though since they were killed by Voldemort but he doesn't exist here."

"Our parents are dead where you come from?" Ollie asked.

"Well you see…" Hermione said, as she began to tell Ollie and Violet everything about the world they had come from. After Hermione told them everything, the twins stared at Hermione, they mouths hanging open.

"Wow. Well, I am very happy that I don't come from that plane," said Violet, who was shaking her head. "It sounds horrible."

"It is. But still, it's home and this plane is just completely…mad," Hermione said, glancing at Malfoy. "So tell us, why is Harry such a prat here? Back home, he was so…normal."

Malfoy snorted. "Potter? Normal?"

They all ignored him and Violet began to tell Harry exactly what Harry was like on this plane.

"Well you see, before he came to Hogwarts, he was exactly the way you described the Harry from your plane. It was only after he came to Hogwarts that he changed. Everyone in the family thought for sure that he would be in Gryffindor like mum and dad but after he arrived, he sent us an owl saying that he was in Slytherin. I guess it all went downhill from there. He became friends with that git Zabini and he just changed."

"But don't your parents try to do anything about it?" Hermione could not see why Lily and James or even Sirius, who was still alive on this plane, would not try to do anything to change Harry.

"They don't actually know what he is like here. Every time we go home for holiday he acts completely different and Violet and I would tell them but they wouldn't believe us because he puts up such a good act at home."

"That's terrible. I wish I knew why he was so horrid here."

"Maybe he was always meant to be like this but on our plane but his role as the Golden Boy prevented him from becoming that way." Hermione turned to Malfoy. He was right. It was all because of Voldemort. Voldemort changed everything.

"Well, its just about time for dinner. Care to join us?" With that, Hermione, Malfoy, Ollie and Violet made their way down to the Great Hall, Hermione talking to the Potter twins and Malfoy lagging behind, staring at the floor with a bored expression on his face as he followed behind them.

A/N: So, I didn't really like this chapter but I had to say exactly what happened to Harry. And I like the idea of him having siblings on this plane. Anyway in the next chapter, Hermione and Malfoy attend their classes and are forced to keep up their act. Next chapter should be out next week sometime but I am still not sure…Oh! And if anyone has any ideas for this story, please send me a message and let me know! I still have some good ideas up my sleeve but I could always use more!