Chapter 9

"Hermione Granger! Is that really you?" Draco uttered gapping at her.

Violette entered.

"I see you two know each other", she stated the obvious happily.

"Are you kidding? We were together at Hogwarts, it was ages ago! And I don't remember the last year… Hermione! You should tell me everything!" he was so excited to meet one of his classmates, that he forgot about everything else, but recoiled a bit where he saw that Hermione looked as if she was about to cry.

"I-I am sorry, are you alright? I mean of course we weren't exactly friends at school but those were old days and I could be a jerk then…"

She looked at him with shinning sad eyes, "You really remember nothing from the last year, do you?"

Draco was confuse, "No… no I don't… I mean I sort of have some… oh, this is ridiculous! I know something happened, I just feel it but I can't remember! I know you do, I can see that! Tell me…"

There was along pause, Hermione was looking Draco in the eyes as if trying to read something beyond them but then shifted her glance away, "Some other time, when we meet… if we meet… Jenny, come!" She turned to go.

Draco, who forgot all about Janette started, "Oh my gosh! And Jenny, she's your daughter! Oh god! When…? I mean whom…? Oh, I am sorry…" he was being tactless.

"Good bye, Draco, and thanks for everything…" she said as if meaning something much more then today, then she turned away and walked to the door.

"Wait, Hermione…" she looked back hesitantly, "One last thing, please…"

She gave a tiny nod.

"Is Jenny… you know… a witch? Her father…was he a wizard?" I asked barely above whisper.

Hermione considered this for a moment and then answered, "Yes… to both". She shut the door after exiting with the little girl at her heels.

Violette, who was silent till then, couldn't keep it anymore to herself, "Okay, what was THAT about?"

"Oh… well, we were in the same year at Hogwarts but she was a Gryffindor and I, as you know, a Slytherin. These houses didn't really get along plus she was a muggle born and we… I mean her friends and I… had many unpleasant experiences…I used to hate muggles then, just something my dear father taught me", he smirked sarcastically at the mention of his father.

"I see… And are you sure that these- experiences as you called them- involved just her friends?" Vi asked with a raised eyebrow but not angrily.

"What do you mean?" the young man was taken aback.

Violette drew a breath through her teeth before answering, "Well… sounded to me as if you broke her heart…"

Draco was shocked, "Vi, c'mon! Didn't you just hear what I told you about her being a mudblood, sorry, I mean a muggle and a Gryffindor? I had absolutely NOTHING to do with her, even in a friend-like way! Where did you get the idea?"

She brew back a lock of hair falling on her forehead and rolled her eyes, "It's just a girl thing, you know… Gee, keep your hair on!" she added amusedly, seeing Draco beginning to stress again.

"I am cool, it's just I told you, I had nothing to do with her", he said quietly.

Violette rolled her eyes again and reentered the kitchen, muttering something.

Draco propped back on the couch with a groan and couldn't help thinking, "Or do I not remember something having to do with her…?"

He didn't notice how tried he was, he didn't notice how he dozed off.