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Chapter Five

Delilah

Delilah sat on a bed in the hospital wing. She felt fine, but Madame Pomfrey wanted to give her a potion, so she would feel better.

Delilah didn't know what the flashing pictures in her mind or the voice she heard had meant.

Ginny sat beside Delilah's bed, eating the last piece of toast she took with her.

'So, do you have any brothers or sisters?' she asked, while cleaning her hands on her robes. Delilah was still thinking about the morning.

'Yes, Dr…' she stopped realising what she was about to say. She looked at Ginny in alarm. 'Oh… I shouldn't have said that!' Delilah whispered. At the same moment Harry and Ron entered the room.

Delilah looked from Ginny to to the two, and back at Ginny again. 'Don't tell anyone, I'll explain later!' Delilah said, almost pleading. 'Wha..' Ginny started but she was interrupted by her brother.

'Heard you were not feeling well!' Ron said. He took a spot next to Delilah on the bed. 'What's wrong?' Harry asked while he smiled at Ginny and sat down next to her. Ginny's cheeks flushed. Delilah told them about the pain she suddenly felt, but didn't say anything about the picture's and the voice she heard.

'Strange.' Harry said. 'I always get that when Voldemort's up to something.' He suddenly looked alarmed. 'He doesn't have anything to do with you, does he? He didn't try to murder you, once?'

Delilah shook her head. 'Not that I know of.' She looked at the clock on the wall. 'Oh, we should be going! It's almost time to get our schedules, and time to for my appointment with Professor McGonagall.' Delilah got up.

'Not yet, Ms. Malfoy!' Madame Pomfrey said as she walked up to the four students with a bottle with a bright blue liquid.

'First you should drink this; it will help you feel better. And if this happens again, come straight to me! I don't know what has happened, but I will discuss it with the Headmaster. Maybe he'll know something.' She gave the bottle to Delilah. 'Well, drink it!' she said hastily.

Delilah opened the bottle, and took a sip. She felt suddenly so happy and good. She could take on the whole world. She drank the whole bottle and gave it back to Madame Pomfrey. 'Thank you.' Delilah said to Madame Pomfrey who took the bottle and nodded once. 'Just doing my job, well, of you go!' she waved her hands.

The four of them were near the library when Delilah suddenly remembered her conversation with Hermione from this morning.

'Hey, you guys? Maybe we could check if Hermione is still in the Library? She said that she was going there, this morning.' Delilah said to Ginny, Ron and Harry. They all nodded in agreement. 'Why not?' Ginny said cheerfully, and went into the library. They all followed but bumped into Ginny who had suddenly stopped.

'Ginny! What you did that for?' Ron almost yelled at her. Ginny remained silent as did the rest of them. Ron standing behind all of them couldn't see what they saw. 'Gin…' he started again before Harry nudged him. 'Ron, look…'Harry stepped aside.

Ron couldn't believe what he saw.

Draco

Draco entered the library and he already saw her sitting at a table. He had seen her sitting at the table many times before. He thought it was her favourite table. He walked up to her, but stopped when he was halfway there.

What are you doing! You can't just walk up to her, after all these years of, of… of hurting her! He changed the direction he was walking and went to a bookshelf near her. He took a book off the shelf without looking at what he picked up and opened it. Draco watched Hermione for a few seconds before noticing an unpleasant feeling in his fingers, they felt like they were burning.

'Oouch!' he yelled. Dropping the book on his foot.

'Ooouch!' he yelled again, even louder. Hermione looked up, startled by the sudden interruption. But when she saw who interrupted her, she looked down again.

Miss Pinch walked up to Draco, looking shocked that someone would dare to scream in her library.

'What do you think you are doing?' she whispered angrily. Draco, who still hadn't recovered from the shock, picked up the book. It was cold again.

'The book! It was hot, and now it is cold!' Draco looked at the cover of the book. "Climates Throughout The World" it said.

'Bloody book, this should be in the bloody restricted section!' Draco gave the book to Miss. Pinch.

'If I were you, young man. I would stop screaming and insulting the books in my library.' She looked fierce.

'Sorry, miss.' Draco replied and then walked to another part of the library, where he would still be able to watch Hermione, but could not be seen by Miss. Pinch.

Hermione looked peaceful when she read. Draco took a book from the bookshelf again, but this time he looked before touching it. He found a rather nice book, which he had read many times before, but he couldn't get enough of it. "Quidditch Through The Ages."

Before knowing what he was doing he walked up to Hermione, sat down at the same table and began reading the book. Hermione looked up, startled again. When she found herself looking at the boy she had been thinking about whole morning she was confused.

'What are you doing here, Malfoy?' she asked irritated. Draco looked up from his book. She took the bait.

'Reading, just like you.' He replied.

'I can see that! But why here? Or have you missed calling me names this summer?' she looked hurt, Draco couldn't stand that.

'No! Not at all! I'm trying to live a better live, and I'll begin with you.' Draco said, trying to make things from the past right, though he knew, he wouldn't.

'I owe…' Draco began.

'What are you doing there?' Ron yelled at him. Draco hadn't noticed Harry, Ron, Ginny and Delilah entering the library.

'Get away from her, Malfoy! Or I'll hex you!' Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco. Draco looked at them, and then back at Hermione who looked confused.

'Fine!' he said, throwing his hands up, as a sign of meaning no harm. 'I'll go, don't worry about me.'

He looked one more time a Hermione, who still looked confused, and walked out of the library. Now he'll be stuck again with Pansy, who'll probably be talking whole day about every little detail of her summer holiday.

Hermione

After Ron, Ginny, Harry and Delilah interrupted Draco at the library they went to the Great Hall, to get their schedules. They said goodbye to Delilah, because she had an appointment with Professor McGonagall. When Hermione got her schedule, she wasn't excited. She was wondering what Draco was about to say, when Ron and the others burst into the library.

Hermione looked at the other side of the Great Hall, where Draco was sitting, looking as irritated as he had last evening, when Pansy talked to him, just as she did now. Hermione had the feeling he was about to say something big.

Delilah

Delilah sat at a chair in the Headmaster's office. She hadn't expected that Albus Dumbledore would be there too, but now that she thought about it, it seemed only logical. He wasn't there yet, though. Neither was McGonagall. She had brought Delilah here, and said that she and the Headmaster would be back soon, but that she had to go and hand out the schedules first.

Delilah had already chosen the subjects she wanted. Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies and Divination. These were most of the subjects she also followed at Beauxbatons, but she wondered if the study programs were much alike.

She loved animals, and therefore she had also chosen Care of Magical Creatures, though her parents recommended not to do so, because her brother got attacked during a lesson in his third year.

Delilah got interrupted by her thoughts when Dumbledore entered the room.

'Ah, Ms. Malfoy! You're already here, has professor McGonagall let you in?' Dumbledore asked. Delilah nodded.

'Yes sir. But she had to go and hand out the schedules to the Gryffindor students.' Delilah said. She had read a lot about Dumbledore, and she respected him a lot.

'Have you got an idea in which house you'll be sorted into in a moment?' Dumbledore asked.

'No, sir. I haven't got a clue. Though the rest of my family was sorted into Slytherin. Maybe age has something to do with it too. And in what kind of environment you grew up in.' Delilah said cautiously. All the while she had been talking Dumbledore nodded muttering 'yes-ses'.

'Well, we'll see in just a moment, won't we?' he said. At the same moment there sounded a knock on the door. 'Come in!' Dumbledore said, answering the knock. McGonagall entered the office.

'Goodmorning, Albus. Ms. Delilah.' She walked up to the shabby old hat on a bookshelf.

'Let's get you sorted into a house, and get you a schedule now!' McGonagall took the hat. 'I will put this on your head, and the sorting hat will decide in what house you belong.'

She said. Delilah nodded. She already heard from Ron, Ginny and Harry how it goes. McGonagall put the hat on Delilah's head and took a step back.

'Aah, another Malfoy! But you are quite different than the others, aren't you? Yes, you are completely different. You don't care about your blood-status. You care about what is right, about your friends, and about love.'

It was silent for a while. Delilah began wondering that she might be too old to get sorted.

'I made up my mind.' The hat whispered in her ear again. 'It might be a strange choice, given you're a Malfoy. But your heart and mind belongs in Gryffindor.' The last word he said aloud, so Dumbledore and McGonagall could hear it too.

Delilah sighed. She was relieved, because she now knew where she belonged, but something was bugging her too. And she knew exactly what that was. How was she supposed to tell her parents, an ancient Slytherin family, that their only daughter got sorted into Gryffindor?\