Hope you liked the whole 'Ron isn't Beth's father after all' shocker! I love writing this story! Reviews are hugs and digital chocolate! More is revealed….
P.S. I really have nothing to do today so I'll be posting a lot I hope.
-Katie
Hermione read the Diary over and over again until she fell asleep. She missed lunch and when she woke up, dinner was in session.
"Pokey," she called. There was a crack and a particularly ugly house-elf appeared.
"Miss called," said the house-elf snootily.
"Yes," replied Hermione, rolling her eyes. She had given up and S.P.E.W after meeting this individual house-elf. They're quite the stubborn creatures. "I would like you to bring up a plate of whatever it is we are having for dinner, and also, tell Draco Malfoy to bring Beth up when he's finished eating."
"Yes, miss," said Pokey boredly, and then she apparated away. Hermione sighed in frustration and walked into the bathroom, turning on the tap; might as well get a soothing bath in while there was no Beth to fret about.
She stripped, leaving her clothes in a small pile next to the bath and gently stepped into the scalding water. She lowered herself in, slowly. She had just closed her eyes, when there was a crack. She knew it was just Pokey, but she still jumped.
When Pokey caught sight of Hermione she made a disgusted face and apparated away, leaving a tray piled high with fish and chips and fruit. There was a pitcher of pumpkin juice and a glass so clear and crystal it reflected a rainbow on the walls.
Hermione sighed and picked up a slice of watermelon daintily. She needed this. Today had been rather stressful. She closed her eyes and let the hot water work its magic.
Too bad it didn't last.
There was a pounding coming from the door and then a voice. "Mom," called Beth. If Beth was here, then Draco wasn't far behind.
Hermione went into panic mode. She leaped out of the tub, grabbed a dressing gown from off the hook and slid into the bedroom, nearly falling on her arse.
"Hey Granger," said Malfoy, who was looking at her curiously.
"Hey," replied Hermione, looking uneasy about the situation. What was with the guys in this castle catching her half naked. I mean really; first Harry and Ron and now Malfoy, might as well call all the boys to the yard while we're at it.
Dawn and Beth had gone to Beth's room and the two of them were left alone.
"Are you okay?" asked Draco, taking a step toward her. Hermione hesitated before answering.
"Yeah, I'll be fine tomorrow," she replied, hoping to dismiss the subject. Draco chuckled, taking another step closer.
"That doesn't answer my question, Granger." They were only about six inches apart now. "What happened to you today?" He reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I can't tell you," she said, breathlessly, "I'm sorry." Draco's hand remained on her cheek, and he leaned closer.
The door burst open and in came Ron, Harry, and Ginny. "Hermione what—!" Hermione and Draco sprang apart.
There was a terribly awkward silence, and Hermione broke it. "Um, well then, right. Draco I will see you tomorrow." He stared at her for a few seconds, apparently in a trance, and then snapped out of it.
"Oh yeah, see you. Dawn! Time to go!"
"But Dad!" she cried from the other room. He didn't say anything and Dawn came scurrying out of Beth's room. "Bye!" she called before Draco pulled her out the door and down the hall.
Hermione turned to face Ginny, Ron, and Harry.
Ginny was looking slightly amused with her arms crossed. Harry looked shocked and embarrassed at barging in on Hermione and Malfoy, of all people. And Ron looked angry and devastated.
But mostly angry.
"Like I said, see you tomorrow," Hermione said, ushering them out the door. They went reluctantly, and just as Hermione was about to close the door, Ginny turned to face her.
"We'll talk," she said before taking the door knob from an extremely shocked Hermione and closing the door with a firm 'slam!'
Hermione groaned and slapped her palm to her forehead. She couldn't believe Malfoy; Malfoy, of all people had been about to kiss her. To her great shock, and amusement, she felt butterflies.
Beth came into the room and jumped on the bed next to her mother.
"Tell me a bed time story mom," she said, sitting Indian style, looking like a doll in her light pink nightgown. Hermione sighed.
"Sure thing cutie, let me think," she replied searching in the back of her mind for a story from the Beedle and the Bard.
"No mom, tell me a story from your story book." Hermione reached behind her and grabbed the Diary. She flipped to a random page and began to read.
"There once was a girl named Jane, and she was in love with a boy named George. He was in the same house as her and they attended this very school many years ago. They kept it a secret as best they could, but people were starting to notice.
"The people in Gryffindor aren't stupid, you know." Beth laid back and folded her hands on her stomach, imagining the scene.
"They knew that George and Jane had something going on, and one night, when Jane and George snuck out to be together, Jane's friend, Mauve, followed them.
"Jane and George snuck down the hallways with a special map, giggling like little girls and holding hands." Hermione wasn't even looking at the book anymore. She was staring straight ahead, remembering.
"Mauve couldn't believe it. George had a girlfriend. She had no idea that it was Jane, but kept knew it was someone from her dorm.
"George and Jane snuck around the corner, and before she could take another step, a Professor caught her, and forced her back to the tower.
"The next day, Mauve told Jane and everyone else in the dorm about George's girlfriend and how she had vowed to find out who it was before the end of term."
Beth had dozed off and was snoring slightly. Hermione closed the Diary and kissed the cover, sticking it under her pillow. "Goodnight George," she whispered.
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Hermione woke up to the brightly lit sky gleaming through the glass. She stood and gazed and the lake, the Giant Squid bathing lazily in the light. The grass sparkled with morning dew and it reminded her of her home.
She missed it so much.
She could she an owl approaching and she opened the window for it. It swooped in, dropped the letter on Hermione's head, and swooped out.
Hermione picked the letter out of her bed head and opened it slowly, wondering if she really wanted to participate in today's events. Yesterday had been a nightmare.
Dear Ms. Granger and Family,
Quidditch match. Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. More information will be given at breakfast.
Your Former Headmaster,
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione shrugged at the letter a tossed it in the rubbish bin. She tried to ignore it, but in her chest, right about where her heart should be, she felt excitement.
How about that, guys? Review please, and if you can, I want your best guess at who Mauve is. Really not that hard. I'm also working on a new Fic. It's called Didn't You Know? and it is a Ron/OC, Hermione/OC, Harry/Ginny. Haven't really started writing yet, mostly I've just got little excerpts. That will probably be up this month or next month :D I LOVE you guys!
-Kate the Awesome Person