They entered the cottage slowly. It wasnt amazing, but it was nice and big enough for the three of them. Hermione came outside and cast some protective spells before entering back inside. Draco and Blaise had been talking and as soon as she entered, their conversation came abruptly to an end.

"What?" She asked.
"Nothing, nothing." Blaise replied.

Hermione said nothing more and headed to the room that was hers. She put her small suitcase on the floor and laid down on the bed. She was tired and she waas annoyed. She wished she could have a normal life. But of course not, she was Hermione Granger. THat was out of the questoin. She let out a sigh of frustration, thinking back, about her parents. She missed them, but then, she had hardly known them. Not really known them anyway. They had always had a lot of secrets and their death had been so unexpected. Deaths were never predictable though. She wished that they had told her more. That way she wouldn't feel like she was falling in things of unknown. She couldn't go to her relatives because after her parents death, many of her relatives were known to have died as well. The only ones left alive were in hiding. She knew that her only hope was the trunks of information. It would take doing, but it was the only thing left to them. With that thought in her head, she fell into a deep slumber.

"So what's the whole story behind it?"

"Like i said before, it's all very complicated."
"Why don't you start at the beginning then?"
"Well, I met Mione a couple of times as a child, but that was it. Not frequent

contact, not even monthly. We met rarely and when we did, we were both pretty shy. One day, our parents all had some really big 'meeting' to go to so they left us all at Mione's house with her nanny. That was the first time we bonded. We were together for three days, just the two of us and the nanny. The nanny was kind of a bore so we used to play with each other. There wasn't much else we could do. We both missed our parents, but were used to the sort of thing. Anyways, they got back and we thought we're not gona see much of each other again, but those 'meetings' kept coming up and as we grew older, they grew more frequent and lasted longer and longer. Three years back was the so called meeting that changed our life. We were still pretty clueless and we didn't know the real story behind the meetings. We were once again put together at the age of 14. This time, things were different though. I think Hermione sensed something because she acted strangely and kept telling me she missed her parents and wished they'd come home, that something bad was going to happen. I had grown slightly closer to her over the years, but not nearly as close to her as i am now. I thought she was being stupid, she was as used to her parents being absentee as I was. I didn't get the big deal, but I comforted her all the same. We hung out in the day, but never far from home. The night of our parents death, Hermione was nowhere to be found in her room..." Blaise stopped.

"Where was she?" Draco asked, anticipating the answer.
"I think that's enough for one night," Blaise said, turning away.
"What? Why?" Draco was confused.
"Look, no one knows what really happened that night. Just me and Mione, not even the nanny of that year knew. It's not something just..."
"Not something you just tell anyone?" Draco asked, fuming.
"Drake, I didn't mean it like that."
"Oh yeah? Then how did you mean it? I love Mya with my life. I love you like my brother. But that's still not good enough for you is it?"
"Drake, I didn't meant it like that."
"There was no other way you could have meant it," Draco opened the cottage door and left.