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Chapter Four

Hermione

Hermione walked to the Griffindor table. Today classed would begin and she couldn't wait to get started. She had always been eager to learn, and today she was determined to learn loads of new things. She smiled at the thought of that. Hermione sat down at the table and at once breakfast appeared.

First Hermione found it magical, the way they served breakfast, lunch and diner, but after four years she was used to it. Everything in this world was magical. Hermione took a piece of toast and a knife and started spreading the butter over the toast.

Ron and Harry weren't up yet, and they probably wouldn't be until a few minutes before breakfast ends. Ginny always got up early on a school day, so it won't be long until she appeared next to Hermione with a sleepy head. Hermione found herself thinking of yesterday evening.

She decided she would not give a damn about Ron & Delilah liking each other. If Ron hadn't noticed her for the past four years, he wouldn't notice her in the near future. Besides, if he didn't notice, he isn't worth her.

Hermione dared to throw a glance at the Slytherin table. No sign of the white blond hair of Malfoy…Draco…

'What are you looking at?' Hermione jumped in her seat. 'Nothing! I'm looking at nothing, Ginny!' Hermione said looking up. It wasn't Ginny standing next to her but Delilah. 'Delilah!' Hermione said surprised.

'I wasn't expected you yet! I thought you didn't have to get up this early because you won't get a schedule yet!' Delilah sat down next to Hermione and took a piece of toast. 'I woke up with this terrible feeling. I just couldn't fall back asleep again. Very weird.' Delilah said. 'Oh…' Hermione replied.

A few minutes past. Hermione couldn't say a word, and it was a very awkward moment. Hermione couldn't bare it any longer and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything because Delilah already began talking: 'Oh Hermione! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for things to go this way!' Delilah laid her hand on Hermione's arm and looked at her desperately.

'Things to go what way?' Hermione asked not understanding. She moved her arm to get the cup of pumpkin-juice and Delilah's hand slipped off.

'With you and Ron! I saw you yesterday with Harry! I heard you. I'm sorry! If you want me to back off, I understand! Just tell me!' In the meanwhile Hermione sat still, listening to Delilah, drinking her juice.

'I'm fine don't worry about me.' Hermione ate the last piece of her toast and gathered her bag full with books. 'I'm fine. You must have misunderstood something. You must have heard something wrong.' Hermione got up. Delilah looked at her confused.

'I've to go. I wanted to go the library before it's time to get the schedules.' With saying that Hermione stormed of, not even noticing that Ginny said hi to her.

Delilah

Delilah watched Hermione almost run away from her. Did she do something wrong?

'Morning!' Ginny walked at the other side of the table and sat down. 'What was that all about?' she asked. Delilah still looked at the doors of the Great Hall where Hermione just vanished into the group of students.

'I honestly have no idea. I was hoping you could tell me!' Delilah said. She took a bite of her toast. She must have said something wrong.

Suddenly a strike of pain went through Delilah's head. 'Aaargh!' she yelled. Ginny looked at her alarmed.

'Delilah! What is it? Tell me!' The pain was gone as sudden as it was there. Delilah rubbed her forehead. 'My head, it suddenly…' she started. Images of people yelling at her were flashing before her eyes. Her parents, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ron again. 'How could you!'

Delilah's head snapped to Ginny. 'What did you say?' Delilah asked her. 'I said nothing.' Ginny looked at Delilah in concern. 'Delilah, I honestly think it would be better if you would go and see Madame Pomfrey. Maybe she has a cure.' Ginny really looked concerned.

Delilah sighed. 'I think you're right. Could you show me there? I haven't had the tour yet.' Delilah smiled a bit. Ginny nodded. 'Of course! Just wait a second, let me get something to eat on the way there. I'm starving!' Ginny got some slices of toast and got up. 'This way, mademoiselle.'

Draco

From a distance Draco was watching the Griffindor table. He didn't want things to go like they did yesterday evening. Hermione sat at the table, eating. She smiled. She looked cute when she smiled. When she smiled, and she meant it.

Draco had decided not to talk to Hermione for a while, well, be mean to her for a while. It wouldn't hurt anybody if he'd be normal to her. He would go to the library after he finished breakfast. And while doing that, he looked at Hermione. She glanced at the Slytherin table. Very sneaky, but Draco could see she did.

So, she had noticed what happened last evening. He wasn't getting paranoid. Draco saw Delilah walking up to Hermione, Delilah said something. Obviously, Hermione hadn't expected this, because she looked startled when she faced Delilah.

Draco really wondered what the real reason of Delilah's visit to Britain was. Maybe her parents sent her away because she was being bossy. Draco smiled a bit at the thought of that. People wouldn't have noticed the smile, but it was there.

Draco remembered the night Delilah arrived at Malfoy Manor,

'Draco! Draco come down immediately! There's someone here, and you have to meet her!' his father yelled. Draco was just gathering his broom and his Quidditch clothes. The weather was nice, and he had to be fit for this year's Quidditch season. They had to win this year.

'Draco! Now!' his father yelled once more. 'Yeah, yeah.' Draco muttered.

He walked down the stairs, seeing more and more of the girl standing in the hall. She looked nice, had the same blond hair as everyone in the Malfoy family, so she must be family.

His mother walked into the hall. 'Draco, darling. This is Delilah Malfoy, she will be attending school with you this year.' Delilah smiled at Draco. 'You must be Draco! I've heard so much about you.' Draco looked at her and back at his mother. 'What year will she be in? Is she already sorted into a house?' Narcissa looked at Delilah with a big smile. She hadn't smiled in a long time.

'She's just as old as you, so she'll be a fifth year too. And she's not sorted in a house yet, she will be the day after you arrive at Hogwarts.' Delilah opened her mouth to say something but Draco was first.

'What kind of family was she, you said?' Narcissa looked at Draco and for a moment there was a flicker of fear. 'She's a distant relative. I don't know.' Narcissa turned to Delilah.

'Come Delilah, I'll show you to your room. Go ahead, up the stairs.' His mother turned to him again. 'Be a good boy and go do something. Why don't you go play some Quidditch? The weather is nice.' She turned again and walked to the stairs where Delilah was waiting.

Draco still didn't understand the fear on his mother face.

Suddenly Hermione moved, and she stormed by. She did slow when she saw Draco sitting at the end of the Slytherin table. Like she was going to say something, but then she sped up again and disappeared. Draco got up, he wanted to know where she was going.

'Draco! Honey! Everything all right? You didn't look that well last evening!' No, not her! Draco thought. Pansy hugged him and sat down next to him.

'You weren't leaving, now, were you?' She asked. Draco's mind worked on high speed now. 'Not feeling that well, think I'll go and see Madame Pomfrey. Talk to you later!' Draco stormed off leaving a flabbergasted Pansy behind.

Now here did Hermione go? Where did you see her the most the last four years?

Library…

Harry

Harry and Ron walked to the Griffindor table. Ron was yawning, as he always did on their first day –actually, any day- of school.

'Have you seen Ginny? Or Hermione?' Harry asked Ron. Ron yawned again. 'No. Haven't seen them. Have you seen Delilah?' Ron asked Harry.

Harry shook his head. 'How could I see her without you seeing her? I've been with you the whole time!' Ron shrugged and looked around to see something quite strange. 'Hey Harry. Look.' Ron pointed towards the Slytherin table. 'Pansy is sitting all by herself! Mr. Ferret isn't there!' he said.

Harry turned. Ron was right. Pansy was sitting alone, not even surrounded by other Slytherin boys or girls. 'A bit strange don't you think?' Harry said. 'Maybe there's something wrong with Malfoy.' Ron chuckled. 'I really do hope so.'

Ron and Harry had managed one piece of toast when Neville joined them. 'Morning.' He mumbled.

'Good morning' Ron and Harry greeted him back. Neville got some pumpkin juice. 'Why are you here? I figured you would go to the hospital wing.' Harry looked at Neville.

'Why would we be there? Are there rumours about us again?' Neville shook his head. 'No, no, I just ran into Ginny and that other blond girl. I can't remember her name.'

'Delilah?' Ron replied at once. 'Yeah, that one. She was looking a bit sick. Ginny was taking her to Madame Pomfrey she said.' Ron looked at Harry.

'C'mon Ron, let's go.' Said Harry who'd understood Ron's face.

Author's note:

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