Author's Note: Hello! (: This is a silly little fic about Hermione and Draco, and I basically got the idea from Ann Turnbull's book, entitled "No Shame, No Fear".
Uhm… I have people asking me loads of questions, so I kinda redid the second chapter. Do read it again to be clearer. Otherwise you can drop me an email. I apologize for the short chapter two, it did look rather long on MW -.-
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, really, and the plot... Well it's not really mine.
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Hermione's POV
Of all ways to find Malfoy, I find him on the floor.
It was kinda embarrassing, trying to explain how he knew my name and all to my mother, who was rather suspicious of me.
"Hermione, do you know this boy?" she asked.
"Uhm no, Mother." I replied a little too quickly.
"Then why did he call thee Granger?" Great... suspicious mothers are the worse things that can happen to anyone, in the past or present. "Have thee been fraternizing with Purebloods?"
"Well… uhm…"
"Sorry Madame," Malfoy said quickly, evidently seeing that I was in a tight spot. "I think that thou art mistaken, we do not know each other."
I nodded fervently.
"All right," my mother said, sounding satisfied. "A pleasant lad, but he's not for thee, Hermione."
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Draco's POV
Granger definitely looks different when she dresses like this. I mean, last time all I saw was school robes which wrapped her as though she was Sherlock Holmes.
For the first time, I think I actually liked what I saw. I mean, Granger. Her face, rosy from the cold wind, was framed by a dark hood and a hat that covered her hair.
I glanced back. She's walking behind the wagon now. It amazed me how I never knew that she was rather tall, holding up the petticoats in a weird fashion. I knew where she was going. She was going to the same place as me! But she seemed to be taking a different route...
Why on earth do I sound excited? I thought, in silence. Because, you know that she's here and can help you figure out what's going on.
"Bloody Mudbloods!" my tutor said. I turned my face towards him and saw a spasm of contempt cross his face. "Breeding like maggots, they are."
I decided to keep quiet and listen. I guessed that in here, there was a very fine line between muggles and wizards. But I was still confused at one thing – where was my wand?
My tutor ranted on like nobody's business. He spoke of a curse which could kill of tens of people. The thought made me sick.
"Well," he said, concluding his long rhapsody at last. "Thou have reached. Take thou's wand and trunk."
Well, at least I have one question answered…
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Hermione's POV
Thank goodness I've found Malfoy!
I mean, I don't fancy him or anything. But at least I have found an acquaintance who can figure out what on earth went wrong. Crossing the field was torturous.
But according to Mother, we had to seek Father's consent first. That was the reason why I was holding up my petticoats – we were going to sneak some food in for Father.
After an hour or so, we finally reached the jailhouse. It looked very much like a ruin in the textbooks, but I couldn't place my finger on where. The images of Hogwarts flashed across my mind and my heart ached pretty badly, thinking of Harry and Ron.
As we drew close, I started to feel afraid. We crossed the yard and I noticed a whipping post and a stocks. I shuddered as I thought of how merciless people tortured people here. Quickening my pace, I caught up with my mother, who was speaking through a grille to a man, who let us in.
The stench of prison rose up.
It smelt of filth, decay, excrement and blood. But the worst was the smell of fear. It was terrifying and I almost fainted.
The jailer – A surely-faced fellow in a greasy coat squinted suspiciously at us, but he could not do anything to us. He led us down into the basement, passing by cells which had beds and chairs as the people inhibiting inside could afford to pay the jailer.
When we finally reached outside a cell labeled "Mudbloods", the jailer grinned evilly and shoved us in, before slamming the door. I dared not breathe, as the stench was overpowering. There were many prisoners, along with other visitors. There was an old lady weeping, and a woman with two screaming children and a wailing baby, who was cradled in one arm.
Among the noisy throng, I finally found someone whom I thought would be my father. Hurriedly my mother and I walked towards him and shoved the bread loaves into his hands, along with a new shirt. Nodding, he changed in the speed of light and gave us his clothes.
"I thank thee, daughter. And thee, wife." He said, solemnly.
"Oh William, they have taken thy loom and-"
"Indeed, I know. Richardson James told me. Don't' fret, Daisy. Short for Margaret"
"Oh William, I'm so sorry..."
I left the two to their private conversation and looked around the cell. It was evident that they all slept on the floor, except perhaps the ill or elderly, who lay on the straw bed. There was a tiny chamber pot at the far corner of the room.
I tore my eyes away from the sight and turned back to my father. It was time I told him of Mother's plans. He gave his blessing, saying that I was old enough to leave home. He added that there were other muggleborns and I did not have to worry.
I attempted a weak smile, and asked, "Father, how long will thee be kept here?"
But he didn't know. He was calm and accepting. Too calm, in fact, that it maddened me so. "The parliament is against us," he said, sighing. "It would not be known when I will be released."
It was time to go, after an hour as I had to seek a job. Waving slightly to my father, we kissed his palm and left quietly, trying to prevent the tears from spilling over.
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