A/N: Before I begin chapter 3 I'd like to clarify several things. The gang
is in 7th year. Hermione has been neglected by Harry and Ron for the past
year and a bit, and Hermione and Draco are Head girl/boy. Hermione longs
for revenge and is joining the dark side.
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Hermione went into the library the next day and checked her notebook for the glowing. It wasn't there and Hermione quickly grabbed the note that she had felt underneath the table.
The note read:
'Dear, I quote, 'fucking mudblood and know-it-all,' I suppose that I could meet you but it is dangerous for me at this stage because I have not yet determined whether you are true to your word. It is impossible to tell your motives at the moment and whether they contain any falsehood but I will judge that. I will tell you of my decision by Christmas holidays. I am sure that you will have shown your true loyalties by then. Do not think that -I- Do not trust you, it is rather my superiors that give me instruction. Feel free to tell me anything, it is what I'm here for. It is to help me determine where your loyalties lie.
-Your slumbering dragon'
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the signature. A slumbering dragon. Probably a soon to be death eater.
Sighing, she wrote another note. She would just have to go with the flow.
'Dear Dragon, Thanks. I need someone to talk to. Although this isn't face to face, it helps. Where do I begin? I have so many things to say. Harry and Ron's betrayal, my isolation, alright. I'll start at the beginning. In the summer after 5th year, I did not receive a single owl. I was naturally distraught but I merely assumed that they were busy with the Order of the Phoenix. (The order of the phoenix is the order of people who oppose the Dark Lord). I came to school, excited to see them but they ignored me. Sure we talked but they were closed off. Well, that's the beginning I'll tell you more next time. Madam Pince is coming over and I have to go.
-Hermione'
Hermione stuck the note under the table and went to work. After a while she noticed the notebook glowing. Shaking her head she concealed it and pulled out her own map. Tapping it lightly, she muttered a spell in Italian.
Immediately thin webs spread over the page. She smiled. Looking at her map she spotted Harry up in the Gryffindor common room with Ron. She grinned. Good, Potty and Weasel had no clue about her plans.
*~+~* (A/N: The following is letters between Hermione and her correspondent.)
*September 4th* 'Dear Hermione, Not everyone has a perfect life. Underneath the surface of the mask are the choppy waters of a stormy sea. I know. My father and mother aren't exactly loving so you could say that I have it pretty bad too.
-Dragon'
*September 6th* 'Dear Dragon, Wow, that's pretty bad. You know, you're pretty thoughtful. Well, I'll keep telling you what happened. Harry and Ron became more and more distant and I kept my hurt bottled up. I didn't want to show weakness. When exam time came around, of course they were all friendly to get my help. Well, I was all too happy to help my friends but as soon as the exam results came back, they completely ignored me again. Yikes, they're coming into the library. I'll pick your note up tomorrow.
-Hermione'
*September 8th* 'Dear Hermione, That's pretty harsh. I always thought you were the golden trio, unbreakable and unable to experience anger at each other. I guess I was proved wrong. I guess saint Potter has a taint on his rep. Yeah, well sometimes I would wake up in the morning at my home and not remember what day it is, with bruises all over my body. I haven't told anyone this. So, secrecy would be appreciated.
-Dragon'
*September 10th* 'Dear Dragon, Ouch! Did your father do that to you? Sounds like a bastard if you ask me. Well, I'll continue my story. Harry and Ron didn't contact me at all during the summer and I was so angry that it manifested itself in this new form of hate. I'd never really hated anyone like this, I thought that I disliked Draco Malfoy but this was much more. This burned my insides. Flipped my guts inside out when I even thought of the two bastards. I managed to control the anger because if I let it boil for too long something would catch on fire. It was pretty crazy. Great, curfew. Better finish this off. Well, I'll pick your note up day after 2moz as per usual.
-Hermione'
*September 12th* 'Dear Hermione, Wow, that's some pretty powerful shit. I guess that took some time to control. Whenever I got mad I would go outside in the rain. It always made me feel at peace, somehow. Anyway, I would stand in the snow for hours on end because I knew that nothing could be colder than what my father made me, an evil sadistic bastard. Well, you keep on going with that story of yours.
-Dragon'
*September 15th* 'Dear Dragon, Sorry I couldn't put this out yesterday. I had detention with Snape. Wait, you're probably in Slytherin so I don't need to tell you that. Anyway, so my parents got so sick of me making things burn that they had a hose that could be accessed in my room. Needless to say my room got soaked several times before I got my temper under control. So the summer ended without an owl from Harry or Ron, again. It was then, on the train, that I decided I would get my revenge. That I would join the dark.
-Hermione'
*September 18th* 'Dear Hermione, Couldn't get out of homework yesterday. Soz. Anyway, so that's it? Nothing pushed you over the edge? Nothing anyone said on the train? Anything happened at all?
-Dragon'
*September 21st* 'Dear Dragon, Got kinda caught up in work. Lol. Happens a lot these days. Well, I guess quite a bit of stuff happened. On the train, off the train. First day back. A lot of stuff. What do you want to know?
-Hermione'
*September 23rd* 'Everything.'
*September 25th* 'Dear Dragon, Everything. Hum. Well, I guess when I saw Draco bleeding, it kind of snapped. I don't know. Like something at the sight of him just triggered something in my brain. A light bulb turned on, or rather off. I knew what I had to do. I had to find someone to get me to the Dark Lord. Anything else?
-Hermione'
*September 27th* 'Dear Hermione, Well, that's certainly strange. You know, I kind of got to know you during this correspondence but I have a feeling that it's time that we met, face to face, knowing who the other really is.
-Dragon'
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A/N: Now, it's obvious who her correspondent is. I mean, come on. This is a d/h story. Who else do you think it is? Lol! Review!
*~+~*
Hermione went into the library the next day and checked her notebook for the glowing. It wasn't there and Hermione quickly grabbed the note that she had felt underneath the table.
The note read:
'Dear, I quote, 'fucking mudblood and know-it-all,' I suppose that I could meet you but it is dangerous for me at this stage because I have not yet determined whether you are true to your word. It is impossible to tell your motives at the moment and whether they contain any falsehood but I will judge that. I will tell you of my decision by Christmas holidays. I am sure that you will have shown your true loyalties by then. Do not think that -I- Do not trust you, it is rather my superiors that give me instruction. Feel free to tell me anything, it is what I'm here for. It is to help me determine where your loyalties lie.
-Your slumbering dragon'
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the signature. A slumbering dragon. Probably a soon to be death eater.
Sighing, she wrote another note. She would just have to go with the flow.
'Dear Dragon, Thanks. I need someone to talk to. Although this isn't face to face, it helps. Where do I begin? I have so many things to say. Harry and Ron's betrayal, my isolation, alright. I'll start at the beginning. In the summer after 5th year, I did not receive a single owl. I was naturally distraught but I merely assumed that they were busy with the Order of the Phoenix. (The order of the phoenix is the order of people who oppose the Dark Lord). I came to school, excited to see them but they ignored me. Sure we talked but they were closed off. Well, that's the beginning I'll tell you more next time. Madam Pince is coming over and I have to go.
-Hermione'
Hermione stuck the note under the table and went to work. After a while she noticed the notebook glowing. Shaking her head she concealed it and pulled out her own map. Tapping it lightly, she muttered a spell in Italian.
Immediately thin webs spread over the page. She smiled. Looking at her map she spotted Harry up in the Gryffindor common room with Ron. She grinned. Good, Potty and Weasel had no clue about her plans.
*~+~* (A/N: The following is letters between Hermione and her correspondent.)
*September 4th* 'Dear Hermione, Not everyone has a perfect life. Underneath the surface of the mask are the choppy waters of a stormy sea. I know. My father and mother aren't exactly loving so you could say that I have it pretty bad too.
-Dragon'
*September 6th* 'Dear Dragon, Wow, that's pretty bad. You know, you're pretty thoughtful. Well, I'll keep telling you what happened. Harry and Ron became more and more distant and I kept my hurt bottled up. I didn't want to show weakness. When exam time came around, of course they were all friendly to get my help. Well, I was all too happy to help my friends but as soon as the exam results came back, they completely ignored me again. Yikes, they're coming into the library. I'll pick your note up tomorrow.
-Hermione'
*September 8th* 'Dear Hermione, That's pretty harsh. I always thought you were the golden trio, unbreakable and unable to experience anger at each other. I guess I was proved wrong. I guess saint Potter has a taint on his rep. Yeah, well sometimes I would wake up in the morning at my home and not remember what day it is, with bruises all over my body. I haven't told anyone this. So, secrecy would be appreciated.
-Dragon'
*September 10th* 'Dear Dragon, Ouch! Did your father do that to you? Sounds like a bastard if you ask me. Well, I'll continue my story. Harry and Ron didn't contact me at all during the summer and I was so angry that it manifested itself in this new form of hate. I'd never really hated anyone like this, I thought that I disliked Draco Malfoy but this was much more. This burned my insides. Flipped my guts inside out when I even thought of the two bastards. I managed to control the anger because if I let it boil for too long something would catch on fire. It was pretty crazy. Great, curfew. Better finish this off. Well, I'll pick your note up day after 2moz as per usual.
-Hermione'
*September 12th* 'Dear Hermione, Wow, that's some pretty powerful shit. I guess that took some time to control. Whenever I got mad I would go outside in the rain. It always made me feel at peace, somehow. Anyway, I would stand in the snow for hours on end because I knew that nothing could be colder than what my father made me, an evil sadistic bastard. Well, you keep on going with that story of yours.
-Dragon'
*September 15th* 'Dear Dragon, Sorry I couldn't put this out yesterday. I had detention with Snape. Wait, you're probably in Slytherin so I don't need to tell you that. Anyway, so my parents got so sick of me making things burn that they had a hose that could be accessed in my room. Needless to say my room got soaked several times before I got my temper under control. So the summer ended without an owl from Harry or Ron, again. It was then, on the train, that I decided I would get my revenge. That I would join the dark.
-Hermione'
*September 18th* 'Dear Hermione, Couldn't get out of homework yesterday. Soz. Anyway, so that's it? Nothing pushed you over the edge? Nothing anyone said on the train? Anything happened at all?
-Dragon'
*September 21st* 'Dear Dragon, Got kinda caught up in work. Lol. Happens a lot these days. Well, I guess quite a bit of stuff happened. On the train, off the train. First day back. A lot of stuff. What do you want to know?
-Hermione'
*September 23rd* 'Everything.'
*September 25th* 'Dear Dragon, Everything. Hum. Well, I guess when I saw Draco bleeding, it kind of snapped. I don't know. Like something at the sight of him just triggered something in my brain. A light bulb turned on, or rather off. I knew what I had to do. I had to find someone to get me to the Dark Lord. Anything else?
-Hermione'
*September 27th* 'Dear Hermione, Well, that's certainly strange. You know, I kind of got to know you during this correspondence but I have a feeling that it's time that we met, face to face, knowing who the other really is.
-Dragon'
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A/N: Now, it's obvious who her correspondent is. I mean, come on. This is a d/h story. Who else do you think it is? Lol! Review!