Hermione's Personalities
By Pottersgurl07
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Chapter Nine: The Wizarding Cemetary
Hermione didn't know what to do, she was freaking out. She just stood there and let him kiss her, like an idiot. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to think of something else, and finally she did.
She thought of her parents.
The way they smiled at her, when she got home from Hogwarts, each year.
The way they used to read a story to her before she went to bed.
And the way things had ended with them before she came to Hogwarts.
Hermione finally pushed Malfoy away with all the strength she could muster. He fell onto the floor, flat on his butt.
The look he gave her was a questioning combined with evil look.
Normally, seeing Draco Malfoy, flat on his ass in the library, would have been funny, but, right now, nothing was funny to her.
Hermione picked up her things and walked out of the library, leaving Malfoy still sitting there on his ass.
Hermione went straight to the headmasters office at once. Knowing the password because she was a prefect, she traveled up the stairs quickly not even waiting for the stairs to bring her up there itself.
As she was reaching her hand up to knock on the door Harry came out.
Hermione wondered why he would be in Dumbledore's office, but didn't really care to go into it any further.
"Hermione, what are you doing up here?" Harry asked quickly.
"I came to see Professor Dumbledore." She said stiffly.
"Oh," was all he said.
She walked past him and shut the door, as he was walking back down the stairs to where the gargoyle stoor in front of the doorway.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, staring down at her. It was as if he knew of her reason for being in his office.
A little nervous, she walked up to his desk and looked up at him.
"I assume you are here to talk about what you would like to do about your parents?" He said knowingly.
"Yes sir, I want to put them in a resting place where I can go visit them." She said sadly.
"I see, and where, may I ask, would you want them to be put?" asked Dumbledore.
"I want them to be put some where, close to me, so I can alway be near them." She said nervously.
Dumbledore leaned back in his big chair, looking serious, all of a sudden.
"What is it you want me to do, Miss. Granger?" he asked.
"Professor, I want them to be buried in a Wizarding Cemetary." She said quickly.
As if knowing this was what had she wanted to say, he nodded.
Hermione didn't know what else to say, so she just stood there and waited to see what he had to say.
"I'll do what I can, Miss. Granger, but be warned, there aren't many "Purebloods" who are going to like the fact that muggles are buried in a Wizarding Cemetary." He said with a twinkle in is eye.
"I understand Professor, but the wizarding world is a part of me and I just want another part of me to be here too." She said sadly.
"I see what you mean, Miss.Granger," he said softly.
As if knowing that the conversation was over, they said their goodbyes and Hermione left.
She walked, slowly, through the corridors, on her way to the common room. She looked at her watch and realized dinner was about to begin, so she turned around and ended up bumping into something hard.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Don't be sorry, Granger," came a cool voice.
Hermione looked up and, of course, it had to be Malfoy, of all people.
Man today isn't my day, she thought to herself.
'Well its not exactly sunshine and daisies in here, Princess!' She heard Krista say.
"Granger, why did you run out on me in the library?" he said mockingly.
"I didn't want to be kissed, and I don't want you to touch me, anymore, Malfoy! Leave me alone!" She said flabbergasted.
She stepped around him and ran all the way to the Great Hall, before he could say anything else to her.
He seemed to, sort of, understand that she didn't want to have company, right now.
She sat down at the Gryffindor table, sitting alone, so she wouldn't have to talk to anyone else. She ate her dinner slowly, tuning out everything around her. She hated the fact that she might, now, be able to bury her parents in a wizarding cemetary. She didn't want to bury them at all, she wanted them alive.
That night, Hermione was restless; she couldn't go to sleep. She was really tired and all, but sleep failed her altogether. So, she just lay there looking up at the stars. She had magically charmed her ceiling to look like the night sky outside.
Everything in her life was changing so fast, and she didn't know what to do about it. She didn't want things to change, but all she could do was accept what fate had chosen for her.
It was time someone fired 'Fate', and found a replacement, cause the current 'Fate' sucked.
TBC...
