Wow I got this up really quick for me! Well thanks to all who reviewed. This chapter is a bit longer but not by much. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it.
Draco was sitting with Heather during lunch again. He never sat with Hermione, much to Heather's chagrin. She kept insisting that the couple should spend as much time as possible together. Hermione had shot this idea down rather quickly claiming that they didn't want people to get suspicious. The fact that Hermione still wanted to spend more time with Chris than Draco was sad. He was trying everything to get her attention, but nothing worked. She had resisted his charm, laughed at his gentlemanly behavior, and asked if he felt ok when he'd complimented her. For someone as smart as she was, she was rather daft when it came to matters of the heart. I mean look at her and the Weasel, they liked each other for years before anyone said anything and even after they admitted their feelings nothing happened.
"Hey Hermione?"
"Yes?" She turned to face Chris.
"Do you wanna go to a movie or something on Friday?" Her heart skipped a beat. She had never been on a date with someone she actually liked. This was something new, something exciting, and something she definitely would not pass up.
"Uh, yeah, that would be fun." Chris smiled and butterflies took flight in Hermione's stomach. Hermione was to busy with her thoughts to notice the look Remy and Chris shared.
Draco watched in disgust and Chris slipped an arm around Hermione's shoulder. Heather it seems had been watching as well, "You know you really should tell people your secret. Otherwise people are going to hit on her and it seems," watching now as Hermione giggled and blushed at something Chris had said, "she has a problem refusing." Draco suddenly remembered something.
"Heather?"
"Hmm?"
"What's your secret?"
She looked extremely confused, "What secret?"
"The one you mentioned on my first day here."
Heather went rigid and slightly pink, "I don't know what you're talking about." She lied thru her teeth.
"Sure you do. I can tell." Heather never was any good at hiding her emotions. Correction, girls were never any good at hiding their emotions. "Come one, we've been friends for what, 2 weeks now, you can tell me anything." Heather snorted. She looked warily around as if to see if anyone was looking.
"Ok fine I'll tell you." Draco smiled, he loved getting his way. "You have to promise not to laugh though."
"I promise," anything to hear the secret.
"Well, I guess I'll start at the beginning. When I was about 9 years old I started noticing strange things."
"Strange like how?" Draco was listening with rapt attention.
"Like I looked inside my neighbor's window one night, and I saw the dishes doing themselves. Nobody was around and yet, there it was scrubbing away like there was no tomorrow. Another time I was walking home from school and I saw these boys up in the air! On broomsticks none the less! A couple of them were passing some weird looking red ball around and trying to get it thru what looked like a basket on a pole." She demonstrated with her hands while Draco watched in horror as a muggle described the very game of Quidditch, "Two of the other boys were just sitting there, well actually they looked like they were looking for something."
"How weird." He said with a strange feeling of foreboding.
"That's nothing." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "you know those people Hermione hangs out with." Draco nodded so she continued, "I think they're in some sort of cult. See, me and Rembrandt used to live in the same apartment complex, only two doors apart. One day I could hear this horrible chanting. It was in some foreign language. It was something like No Spundo at Atum Senior." Even through her butchered Latin Draco knew what she meant.
"Nos Spondeo ut Atrum Senior?"
"Yeah! Hey how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess." But it wasn't a lucky guess at all. Draco knew that saying by heart. It was a Death Eater chant. In English it meant something along the lines of "We pledge to the Dark Lord." Why are muggles chanting that? He wondered. Something wasn't right.
"Yeah whatever. Well I went to go tell them to shut up but when I pounded on the door, they didn't hear me, the chanting was too loud. So I looked in the keyhole. Rembrandt and all her friends were standing in a circle wearing robes of black. They were holding wooden sticks that were glowing funny colors. But that's not it, when they came back they had these hideous tattoos on their arms. Like a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth." Draco jumped up as if he had been shocked. No way, this couldn't be happening. Why would Death Eaters be here in a muggle school? Why would they befriend a muggle-born witch? Unless they didn't know she was a witch. Or they did know and something horrible was going to happen. "Draco are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Uh Heather I gotta go talk to Hermione I'll see you later." She nodded and watched him go with a funny look on her face. Draco cautiously approached the table of Death Eaters. "Hey, Hermione, could we talk for a moment." She gave him a look and reluctantly followed him out of ear shot of the others.
Draco didn't like dancing around the point very much so he was often blunt about things, "They're Death Eaters."
Hermione was shocked and confused, "Who?"
"Your 'friends'" He did air quotes around the word friends.
"Remy and Chris and them?" Draco nodded. Hermione burst out laughing, "Goodness Draco! What in the world makes you think they are Death Eaters?" He then proceeded to tell her Heather's story. "What a load of rubbish, she obviously made it up. I've seen their arms they don't have the Dark Mark on them."
"Ever heard of concealment charms."
"Draco this is ridiculous. I'm going back in there to have lunch with the muggles. I will see you later." And with that she left.
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Nos Spondeo ut Atrum Senior- We Pledge to the Dark Lord that is in latin. Ok so now for a little self promoting. I have been working on another story entitled BEING MISS DUPREE it is very different than this story. It's less of a romance and more of a humor but there will be some D/Hr with a simple twist, Draco falls for Hermione but doesn't know its Hermione. You have to read the story for that to make sense. I really would like it if you all gave it a chance. It's written slightly different and is a little out of character but I really enjoy writing it.
