99 reviews! I'm so happy! It inspired me to write more, that and the fact that I have almost a week out of school because of Thanksgiving. I know you all want longer chapters and I'm trying really hard but sometimes it's just easier to end it. Like this chapter for example.

And without further ado...


Professor McGonagall sat in her office with her head in her hands. It was not working the way it was supposed to. They were supposed to grow closer not father apart. Draco kept trying to apologize but Hermione wouldn't have any of it. There had to be something McGonagall could do, but what? Suddenly it hit her like a bludger. It was so simple why hadn't she thought about it before?
Monday couldn't have come any slower if it was stuck in a bowl of molasses. Hermione wouldn't speak to Draco and he couldn't figure out any of the muggle technology. I mean how many pureblood wizards knew how to fully operate a computer? Not many. A majority of his weekend was spent on the couch. Fun, he thought sarcastically as he made his way to school. He had finally given up on trying to make amends with Hermione. She probably wouldn't be happy that he had left without her, but that was her problem. Draco felt a pair of cold hands slip around his eyes.

"Guess who?" All hopes of it being Hermione were dashed as Draco recognized the voice of Heather.

Pulling her hands down, "I'm not in the mood Heather."

She pouted, quite like Pansy would have, had she been there, "Fine." They walked in silence for a while until Heather broke it, "I know your's and Hermione's secret."

Draco was taken back by this and quite scared. They hadn't performed any magic how could she figure it out. "W-what?"

"You're not really brother and sister."

Relief spread through him, "What makes you say that."

"I researched your family's history." She gave him a look, "It struck me funny that the last recorded Grangers are Hermione and two people by the names Jane and Steve, I'm guessing they're her parents. Well where is Draco, I wondered. If you really were brother and sister wouldn't you have the same surname? That got me thinking, what is Draco's real surname and why is he lying about it?" Draco tried to interrupt but she just talked louder, "SO I researched babies born 17 years ago with the name Draco, of course that's not very logical because so many people could have the name but oddly enough there is only one record of a baby boy named Draco born that year. Draco Malfoy. Hhmmm," She put on a look of mock thoughtfulness, "Malfoy, not Granger. I guess you really aren't Hermione's brother. But that got me thinking even more, I thought why in the world would two teenagers lie about their surnames and move? I want an answer. What are you really up to?" Draco was amazed at the extent of Heather's research. It was a tad strange that a muggle could look up such an important wizarding family as the Malfoys but he didn't have time to wonder, he had to give Heather an answer.

"Uh-um you should come with me."


Hermione glanced at the clock. Great, she thought bitterly, I'm gonna be late. Grabbing her book bag she made her way to the door. Before she had reached it, the door swung open. Draco burst in pulling Heather behind him. Giving them a look of disgust (she didn't even want to know what Draco was being her up here for) she made for the door. "Hermione stop this is really important." The urgency in Draco's voice made her turn around. "Please just sit down and listen to what Heather has to say." Hermione looked at Heather who looked rather disgruntled.

"We're going to be late."

"Forget school," Draco almost yelled. Hermione's eyes widened, as if, "you've really got to hear this."

"Fine." Hermione sat down on a chair and Draco and Heather sat on the couch. "I'm waiting."

"Right. Heather tell Hermione exactly what you told me." After Heather had complied with Draco's wishes she found Hermione extremely white and shaken. Heather was confused. She couldn't understand what the big deal was; it wasn't like they were running from the law. Oh my God, that's it. Her eyes widened in horror. They were running from the law. Hermione watched in amusement as Heather's eyes widened and she started hyperventilating. What's got her knickers in a twist? "Uh Heather," Draco reached out a comforting hand but she jerked back as if afraid that his touch would burn her.

"Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to find all of this out, I wasn't trying to be nosy. I don't know what came over me, one minute I was fine and the next I just had to know your past. Do you want money? My father will give you any amount if you don't hurt me. Seriously think about lot's of money. I can pretend I don't know anything, I swear. I'll do anything, just don't hurt me. " By this point Heather was on her knees with her hands in prayer position. They heard her muttering, "Dear Lord, please don't let me die. I'll never ask for anything again if you let me live." Draco had been holding his laughter but that prayer was just too much. As Hermione found out Draco's laughter was contagious, when she saw him doubled over in laughter she couldn't help but join in. Heather was more than shocked; these people had no hearts. Here she was scared to death that they were going to hurt her and what where they doing? Laughing. They must be, oh what's the word, ah yes, sadistic.

Hermione recovered faster than Draco, "Heather what are you talking about?"

"Y-you aren't running from the law?" That sent Draco into a fresh wave of laughter.

Hermione giggled, "The law? Not exactly."

"Well, then what are you running from?"

"I-see- oh, our parents! Yeah that's it, out parents!" Hermione had an idea.

"Your parents?"

"Yeah, you see Draco and I are madly in love," Draco stopped laughing and stared at Hermione. His look of "What the hell are you saying?" was meet by a "Just go with it" glare. "But our parents wouldn't let us be together, so we ran away."

"Oooooh how romantic." Heather gushed, "It's just like that play uh um," she snapped her fingers and pointed, "oh the one with the people who loved each other, Romeo and someone or other."

Hermione was amazed that someone as seemingly bright as Heather, after she did do some major research and her marks were fairly good, didn't know Romeo and Juliet. "Do you mean Romeo and Juliet?"

It was like a light bulb had gone off in Heather's head, "Yeah."

"Well I for one am exceptionally happy that you are comparing us to a couple of suicidal freaks." Draco said sarcastically.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"

"We know what you meant, Heather." Hermione glared at Draco, who shrugged and gave her a look of mock innocence that made her laugh.


McGonagall smiled proudly. The spell had worked (Like Heather would do all that work out without a spell being behind it). The teens had stopped fighting...for now.

I looooooooove Heather's monologues in this chapter. Ok so I'm going for 100 reviews, help me get there. BONUS: I'll give a special prize to the very special person who is review number 100!