Chapter Two: I Thought I Heard A Voice

Draco quickly left the study and hurried down the hall to his bedroom. He closed his door and begun to pace his room, his Hogwarts letter, and envelope, crumpled in his hand.

I'm Head Boy! I should be happy! Why does he have to destroy every aspect of my entire life!

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Draco shouted, as he continued to pace his bedroom, he glanced at the clock on his wall, and saw that it was 3:15 in the afternoon.

And why does it have to be Granger? Why Granger?

Draco stopped beside his four-poster bed as he realized whom he had just been thinking of in an odd way, Granger.

Whenever Draco had previously thought of the curly haired Gryfinndor, it had also been with hatred, and disgust, but this time, it had been in worry of what his father would have him do to her!

Draco turned and let himself fall back onto his bed while sighing heavily in thought. His hands landed on either side of his head, which he turned toward the hand that held his Hogwarts letter. He stared at it for a few moments thinking, then, in his softest voice, he whispered, under his breath, one word, "Granger."

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"Hermione, come on, if you what to go get your school things today!" Mrs. Granger called up the stairs to her daughter.

Hermione didn't answer; she was lying on her stomach on her four-poster reading Elizabeth's journal. So far, Hermione had read from January first to the ninth of June, and each page said the same thing, "I hate those kids", "I hate school", "I wish it was summer", "where they can't get me, or my friends". Hermione couldn't believe this was the journal of Elizabeth Scots. Elizabeth, who had been, or at least seemed to be, happy all the time. There was one thing in the journal that cut Hermione to the core. The last line of each entry was always the same, "I wish Hermione was here."

Slowly, tears made their way to Hermione eyes, and down her cheeks.

There was a small knock on Hermione's door, and Hermione quickly wiped her cheeks free of tears, breathed deeply, and called, "Yeah?"

Mrs. Granger entered Hermione's room, and Hermione quickly shut Elizabeth's journal, and slid it under her pillow.

"Hermione," Mrs. Granger said.

"Yeah, mom?" Hermione answered in question, and was surprised to hear her voice sounding so raw, and rough, and her mother noticed, too.

"Are you okay, honey?" Mrs. Granger asked.

"Yeah, I'm," Hermione, said, she, then, cleared her throat, and added,"fine."

"Well," Mrs. Granger breathed heavily, and said, "All right, well, anyway, didn't you want to go Diagon Ally today?"

"On the nineteenth," Hermione said, in a correcting tone of voice.

"Um, Hermione, dear?" Mrs. Granger said.

"Yeah?"

"It is the nineteenth." Mrs. Granger informed Hermione, pointing to the calendar that hung on Hermione's bedroom wall.

"Oh" Hermione exclaimed, her voice still slightly hoarse, as she looked at the calendar. She then looked at her watch,"It's all ready 3:10?"

"Yes," her mother confirmed.

"We have to get going!" Hermione announced.

Mrs. Granger just smiled, and started out to the hall, and downstairs.

Hermione quickly stood up, and got changedinto a pair of fadedjeans, and a black, skin tight, top, and a fadedjean jacket, within five minutes. Then she hurried downstairs to where her father, and mother were waiting for her.

Just as Hermione reached the bottom step she heard one word, echo through her mind, although it sounded as though it was coming from all angles, "Granger."

Hermione stopped, and looked up at her parents, who were standing by the door, looking at the mail that had just come through the letterbox,waiting for her to come.

"Um, Hermione?" Mr. Granger asked,pausing half-way through the mail, as he saw her hesitation, "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, i just," Hermione said, realizing it had been only her that had heard the voice, "I thought I heard a voice."

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"Draco?"

Draco glanced at his bedroom door, for his spot on his bed, at the sound of his mother's voice.

"May I come in?" Her voice came through Draco's door once more, when he didn't answer.

"Yeah," Draco answered, finally, in a low voice, "Sure mom."

Narcissa Malfoy quietly entered her son's room, and walked over to Draco, who sat up as his mom sat down beside him. He gave her a hug which she returned, happily.

"Draco," Narcissa said in a serious tone of voice, as she pulled away from her son, "What's this about an 'interesting detail'?"

Draco's eyes grew wide in surprise, "You were listening?"

"Draco, if I had been 'listening' I wouldn't be asking you what it was about. I had only passed by when I heard your father," Draco flinched at the mention of his father, and his mother gave him a sad look, "speaking about an 'interesting detail' coming with some information"

"Here," Draco said, holding out his Hogwarts letter to his mother, "this will explain it better than I can."

Narcissa took the letter in her hands and uncrumpled it, and read it:

Dear Mister Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you, that you have been selected as Head Boy of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardary.

"Oh, Draco! You made Head Boy!" Narcissa congradulated her son, but when he gesture to her to keep reading she returned her eyes to the letter and continued,

You will be assigned your duties, along with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, when you return to school on the first of September.

Narcissa looked up from the paper, at Draco and asked, "Hermione Granger?"

"Yes, Hermione Granger," Draco said, taking great notice in how wierd it was to say her first name.

"Who is she, I remember you mentioning her, but I just can't recall," Narcissa admitted.

"She's Potter's friend, the..." Draco glanced at his door, then added, in and undertone, "muggle born."

"Oh," Narcissa's eyes widened in understandment, "And, I guessing, your father," Draco flinched once more, "found some use for this 'set up' of Head's?"

"He wants me to 'keep an eye on her', but," Draco looked to the floor, brfore he continued, "I don't want to."

"Why not?" Narcissa asked, eying her son with interest.

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Hermione sat in the back seat of her parentscar, as theydrove towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Why can't I stop thinking about that voice I heard? Hermione woundered to herself, I know it from somewhere, but where? School? Hermione's eye suddenly grew wide, as she realized whose voice it was, Malfoy?

Wait, why would Malfoy be calling out my name?

All of a sudden, something caught Hermione's eye, the pile of letters of the mailthat was sitting beside her. There was one with emerald green writing, that she recognize as her Headmaster's writing. Hermione quicklygrabbed the letter and tore it open, she quicklyscanned her supply list, then noticed that there was an extra sheet, she picked it up, and read;

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you, that you have been selected as HeadGirl of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardary.

You will be assigned your duties, along with the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, when you return to school on the first of September.

"What?" Hermione shouted, surprising her parents, and they swerved dangerously.

Mrs. Granger, who was driving quickly regain control, and leveled out the car's path, as Mr. Granger turned in his seat to look at Hermione, in a mixture of deep concern, and anger, "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dad," Hermione apologized, she held out her letter to her father, and said, "But just look at this!"

Mr. Granger took the letter, and read it quickly, Hermione watched as his eyes light up, but then darken, he looked up at Hermione, "Draco Malfoy?"

Hermione nodded.

"Isn't that the kid who keeps calling you a mudblood?"

Hermione nodded once more.

"Why on earth would that great Headmaster of ours make that ass-"

"Tom!" Mrs. Granger warned, as she noticed the language.

"Sorry, honey," Mr. Granger apologized, "But they made Hermione Head Girl, but they made that...kid...Malfoy, Head Boy!"

"Why would that fantastic Headmaster of Hermione'sdo that for?"

"Exactly what I said!"

"Um, dad, can I have my letter back?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, sure, honey," Mr. Granger said impatiently, handing it back to her, then striking up the conversation with his wife about how Dumbledore could of done such a thing.

Hermione took the letter, and re-read it. Why him? Why does it have to be him?

Hermione looked up from the letter, rested her head on theheadrest,and sighed, speaking one word to the noise of her parents arguing about the fact that Malfoy was Head Boy, "Malfoy."

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Draco looked up at his mom, as though she was crazy for asking such a question, "Mom, I'm not father,I don't want all the, the...you know what's wiped off the face of the wizarding world!"

"Draco, please!" Narcissa eclaimed in worry, with an anxcious look at the door.

"I'm sorry, mother," Draco apologized, then said,"but I don't know why you would ask me such a question."

"I'm just making sure, Draco," Narcissa explained, "What about her?"

Draco looked at his mom with a questioning look, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you think you would have felt the same way about this whole thing if it had been someone else? Maybe not even a...you know what?"

Draco thought for a moment, would I feel different if it had been someone else? I don't know, I mean, I might feel a little less preasured to do this, i think...Damn it! I don't know what I think anymore.

"I don't know," Draco told his mother.

"Yes, you do." Narcissa corrected her son.

Draco ran though his thoughts once more, what did she mean? 'What about her?' Draco's eye widened and he looked over at his mother, "Wait! You don't think I...I...like her, do you?"

"I don't know, do I?"

"Mom, there is no way that I have any, any," Draco began to say, but his mind was too busy focusing on some chicks body, whichwas notunusual for Draco,to listen to him, and it took Draco a few moments, to realize just whose body it was.

"Granger, bloody hell!" Draco shouted jumping to his feet, his mother stared at him.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked in concern.

"Huh?" Draco looked at his mother, then, realizing what he had just done, added,"Oh, nothing, it's nothing."

Narcissa eyed her son, but didn't say anything.

Draco sat back down beside his mother, and, unknowingly, slipped back into his thoughts.

Why does it always have to be Granger? Why does it-

"Malfoy."

Draco eyes widened once more, and Narcissa noticed the fact, "What's wrong, Draco?"

"I thought I heard a voice." and Draco knewexactly whose voice it was, too.