Right in Front of You

Author's note:

If you have any ideas for a title for this story, please type them in your review. I'd really appreciate it. I don't think this is the brightest title for this story since nothing is 'Right in Front of You.'

Oh, it also takes the place of OOTP.

Previously on Right in Front of You:

"Good luck on your mission, my daughter," and with that, he turned around and disapparated. Hermione lay unconscious in Lucius' strong arms.

Chapter 2

"When is she going to wake up?" An impatient Draco inquired. (AN: I wrote Draco b/c his father is also a Malfoy).

"Draco," Narcissa criticized. "Recovery does not happen quickly. There is no spell to help her now."

"Can I at least go play some quidditch? Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy are waiting for me downstairs."

"No, she doesn't know me."

"And she knows me?" Draco sarcastically interrupted.

"Yes. At least more than she knows me."

"Do you really think she's going to be happy waking up with her favorite enemy staring down at her?"

"At least you're not a foot away! You're all the way across the room!"

"Narcissa!" Lucius' shout came from his office.

"Oh. Your father is calling for me. Could you just use this rag to wet her forehead? Thanks." Narcissa hadn't let him answer.

"But…" Draco started, but his mother was already out of the room. "Okay. Umm… Hermione?" He gently shook her shoulder. "Hermione?"

"Dad?" She whispered without opening her eyes.

"No," he answered. She opened her eyes and shot up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" She rudely questioned. "I'm in Malfoy Manor, am I not?"

"Yes."

"Okay, where is he?"

"He?"

"Yeah. Voldemort." Draco involuntarily gasped at the name. "Don't tell me. You're scared of saying your master's name, Draco?"

"He's not here," Draco said.

"I'll kill him," she muttered to herself.

"Excuse me? I didn't hear that."

"Nothing. Where's the quidditch field? I feel in the mood to play."

"Umm… follow me. Oh, you might want to change first," Draco told her as he turned his back from her. Hermione took about one second to change for she barely needed to lift a finger. Basically, she thought of what she wanted to wear, and she was instantly wearing it.

"Done. Now that was just cool!" Hermione exclaimed.

"How did you change so fast?" Draco asked, obviously surprised. Draco turned around to face her. He involuntarily gasped at her outfit. She looked hot! She wore a light pink top that showed some cleavage with short sleeves. The shirt also showed about an inch or two worth of stomach. Her jeans were dark flares. She also wore a brown belt with a really cool buckle. "I- wow…umm…eh…yeah- follow me." He was having a hard time making words come out of his mouth. He had never expected Hermione Granger to actually look decent let alone be that hot!

"Wait. Do you have a mirror?"

"Yeah." His brain wasn't thinking.

"Okay. Where is it?" She rolled her eyes at Draco's incompetence.

"Bathroom. It's right in there." He pointed to the door near her bed.

Listening to him, Hermione walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Screaming, she stared at herself. Her hair was no longer the bushy hair that she had had the day before. It was still brunette though. Looking closely, she noticed that the shape of her face had changed slightly. What was going on?? Draco came into the bathroom when he had heard the scream.

"What's wrong?"

"Me! I don't look like myself!"

"What do you mean?" So Draco hadn't noticed. He was a guy and a little slow at that.

She glared at him. "You're slow. Remind me to ask Voldemort about that."

"Okay?"

"Okay!" She turned toward him. "So? Quidditch?" Oddly, she felt as though she had a lot of power so she wasn't really afraid to speak out. She was after all the most influential person in the house as of this moment.

She followed him down the stairs, through the hallway, around the corner, down about four floors using an elevator, through the game room, and into the adjacent living room. "Come on guys," Draco told Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Blaise.

"She's coming with us?" Pansy snobbishly asked, not knowing why Hermione was there.

"Obviously she's coming with us," Draco snapped at her.

"Why's the mudblood coming with?" Blaise questioned.

"Who's the mudblood?" Hermione asked.

"You are," Blaise told her.

"Blaise, shut up! Do you know who you are talking to?" Draco exclaimed. "No, you don't!"

"Calm down, Draco," Pansy looked terrified as she said this.

"Yeah, Drakey. Calm down!" Hermione glared at Pansy. Pansy shifted her feet and glanced toward Draco.

"Hermione, would you please stop?" Draco asked her.

"Oh, so now just because you know that my father's Voldemort, you act like you're my friend? Nice one, Ferret."

Draco opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He placed his hand on his wand, but thought better of it. Then he growled, "the field is this way." He turned around, making his robe swish backwards and walked out of the room.

As they walked, Hermione noticed Lucius Malfoy was about to get into the elevator (it's a magical one duh). "Mr. Malfoy!" She called. He turned around to face her. "Guys wait up." As they waited for her, she went over to Lucius.

"Yes?" He didn't like wasting his own time. "What do you need?"

"I actually wanted to know if you knew why my appearance had changed in the past day." She ignored the tone of his voice.

"The Dark Lord thinks that your mother had put a glamour spell on you. Clearly it wasn't that good being that almost nothing has changed. Except your taste- you definitely weren't wearing anything like that yesterday."

"Okay. Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your time." She turned around and walked back to the group. "Well? Are we going or not?"