Title / One Fine Line
Rated / M because I am paranoid
Summary / With the War coming up, Draco Malfoy accidentally stumbles upon a forgotten prophecy that even Dumbledore himself had forgotten. With twists involving a shocking prophesy, veela blood and surprising news.
Warning / Might be a little unattractive.
Disclaimer / I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does, except for the new set of twins and Hermione's brother who belongs to me.


Chapter 4:

"Mione…" Luna sing-songed. Draco had laid Hermione on the couch after he caught her. "Mione! She's not waking up!"

Draco rolled his eyes, yet he couldn't shake off the internal pull towards the brunette witch. He could faintly here her father and mother discussing about the wellbeings of the couch after Granger leaves. The three Malfoys (Lucius, Narcissa and Draco) stood stiffly away from the muggleborn witch, whilst Luna stood next to the unconscious witch.

Luna scowled at his attitude towards her unconscious friend. "Be considerate! She's going to be around for a while, you know."

Lucius cleared his throat. It was obvious to everyone that he was uncomfortable with the idea of having a mudblood in his manor. "She is?"

"Well, of course she is!" Luna said as-a-matter-of-factly. "I mean, she's my best friend, it's summer, I have nothing to do."

"Missy Malfoy friend waking, Missy Malfoy." Draco's personal house elf squeaked. Just as she finished her sentence, Hermione stirred and a soft frown marred her face, as if she was awaking from a slumber.

"Hermione?" Luna said softly. "Are you okay? Mitzy said you were running a fever."

"I was?" Hermione mumbled groggily as she tried to stand up. "I have to go home."

"Hermione, you're sick!" Luna chastised. It was honestly amusing for the other three Malfoys. Never had they ever thought of seeing anyone talking to Hermione Granger in that tone of voice.

She shook her head stubbornly. "We have muggle remedies, I don't really use potions when not in Hogwarts. Something to say, Malfoy?" She bit out when she heard him snort. He gave a shrug of carelessness and she stood up, ignoring the woozy feeling that welcomed her. "I thought not."

Hermione then turned back to Luna. "Thank you for allowing me stay for while, but seems like your git of a brother doesn't want me here. I'll owl you soon."

Luna threw a scathing look at her brother and nodded when she turned back to Hermione. "Okay."

Hermione smiled at her friend, glared at the boy who'd taunted her for her whole magical life and nodded at the elder Malfoys before flooing out of the room.


The sight that greeted her when she arrived home wasn't good. Instead of feeling the warmth and the greetings of her parents, the house was eerily silent, save for the boiling water.

"Mum? Dad?" Hermione said loudly. She hated the fact that her voice cracked. Instead of the reply she wanted, only the echo of her voice greeted her back. She started to panic and tears were brimming. "Mum? Dad?"

Hermione ran towards the source of the boiling water, hoping to find her parents there, holding in their laughters at their prank whilst cuddling with each other.

No one was there. Just a steaming cup and a rustling newspaper. Hermione stifled a gasp. Shakily, she walked to the boiling water and turned the fire off.

The silence felt like knives plunging into her heart. Hermione ran around the first floor and sobbed when she went up the stairs. Mrs Granger lay on the floor with her eyes closed. It could've fooled anyone, but not Hermione. Mr Granger sprawled on the couch, eyes closed too.

Hermione slid down against the wall and pressed her palms towards her face as tears ran down her face.

"Expecto Patronum." Hermione whispered, as her otter appeared in front of her, she continued with shaky, uneven voice, "go to the Aurors, and tell them to come up to Hermione Granger's house, quickly."

She watched blankly as her otter obeyed her words and faded into mist.

It didn't take long for the Aurors to appear. "Hermione!" Harry yelled. They've most likely informed the Weasleys as well. "Ron would've followed me if Mrs. Weasley hadn't ground him for flying into her laundry." He added softly as he took his distraught best friend into his arm. "I'm so sorry, Hermione."

"How could he?" Hermione sobbed against his shoulder as the Aurors did their work. "I-I-I must've only been gone for less than an hour, Harry. Wh-wh-why?"

"'Cause he's a heartless bastard." Damien whispered. Hermione looked up tearily and saw him, Beatriz and Hayden standing there. "It just appeared on the Daily Prophet, that's how we knew." He answered Hermione's questioning gaze. "He followed us home after you left."

Hermione opened her arms wide and allowed her brother to cuddle with her. "I'm so sorry, Hayd, it's my fault." She sobbed.

"Mione?" Luna's voice carried through the house. "Hermione, where are you?"

Hermione lifted her head up just in time to see Luna coming through the living room. With Draco Malfoy.


End of Chapter

Author's Note/ How was it? Sorry I took so long to update!

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