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Potter

"Draco dear, the Granger girl is coming over here," Narcissa whispered on Draco's ear immediately when she saw Hermione standing up from across the room, and walk curiously towards their table.

Draco's eyes responded immediately and began to widen with horror with every passing second.

Narcissa cleared her throat and Draco felt a tap on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and looked to the person behind him with the most innocent smile in his arsenal.

"You're alive," Hermione whispered, her mouth wide open with shock.

Flashback

Hermione gingerly opened the Prophet that a tawny brown owl delivered and began reading the first article...

DRACO MALFOY: Deatheater, proclaimed dead by Harry Potter

by: Jacklyn Rasidy

London-Harry Potter has confirmed our suspicions ever since Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy came to the Wizengamot on Wednesday without their son. The missing member of their family was suspected to have run away, but Mr. Harry Potter told us otherwise. Mr. Potter claimed that Draco Malfoy is dead and was killed by Mr. Potter himself during a frantic battle for escape in the grounds of the Malfoy family. Many wizards believe that this is not a loss for the Wizarding society since he did take the Dark Mark when he was reportedly in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, some people believe that the son of Lucius Malfoy never took the Dark Mark and was in the influence of a very strong potion equivalent to the Imperious Curse.

End of Flashback

"Yes...Potter did me a favor. I'm not really dead, Granger," Draco explained to the young confused girl.

"No...I'm just hallucinating," Hermione frowned as she looked at the goblet of wine she was holding. She looked at Narcissa and Draco again. "Gosh, I'm drunk," she muttered as she drowned the whole glass and looked at both the Malfoys.

"No, Granger. I'm alive...your friend did me a favor," Draco explained again.

Narcissa suddenly got up and excused herself from the two young people.

"No...that's impossible, Malfoy. Harry would never lie to me," Hermione whispered.

Draco sighed and thought for a while. Finally, he said, "Listen Granger, let me take you out to dinner tomorrow so I can explain to you."

"No...Malfoy. It's Harry who has some explaining to do," she said looking him in his grey eyes directly before going off to say goodbye to her friends and the director of the event.

She opened the double doors leading to the outside world, went to her house, and flooed to Harry's house, in a foul mood.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Hermione screamed as soon as she walked in to Harry's very comfy abode. His whole house was in the colors of white, red, and yellow. He was going to stay true to his Gryffindor colors even if the whole result of his house seemed a tad gaudy.

Harry appeared immediately, surprised to see Hermione in his white and scarlet red living room, considering she always notifies him before she comes to visit.

"Um...Hermione, what did I do now?" he asked, straightening his tie. He was going to go to dinner with Ginny, but now...

"Explain to me Harry, why I saw Malfoy at the Vogue fashion show, very much alive?" Hermione asked, anger and furiousness dripping in each word as she said it in an eerily quiet manner.

Silence followed.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his jet black hair.

"Hermione, before I explain anything to you, please sit down," he said. Hermione nodded angrily and stomped towards his red couch.

Harry took a seat across from her, "Hermione, you know that I wouldn't lie to you without a good reason, so please don't interrupt as I explain this to you," he paused thinking of how to word his thoughts, "Hermione, first of all, you need to know that Malfoy never took the Dark Mark."

Hermione gasped.

"It's true, 'Mione. He and Snape were actually spies for the Order. He went to Dumbledore in the end of our fifth year and asked for his help. Both of them with Snape's help managed to have Malfoy not take the Dark Mark. The whole killing Dumbledore deal was staged, Hermione. We all planned it months before. Dumbledore was going to die that same year to of a muggle disease called cancer. He said that he'd rather die the magical way than to experience more pain. So reluctantly, we agreed. When he was killed, Snape and Malfoy spied for the Order, sending owls written in a very complicated secret code."

"Ron, knew too didn't he?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, we're sorry Hermione. But we didn't think you can handle anymore. Now, let me finish. When we were finding Horcruxes, Ron left. That whole event was staged as well. Ron left for Grimmauld Place and collect the information of where the other Horcruxes might be. And when both of us were out together, we were talking about the information. Also, we got to know Malfoy throughout this whole ordeal, Hermione. He's not a bad fellow. He actually is very nice once you get to know him. He had to go through so many things and be trained for Occlumency and Legilimency in case Voldemort gets suspicious."

"We really wanted to tell you Hermione, but we all agreed that you wouldn't be able to handle any more pain." Harry finished.

Hermione stayed silent after Harry's whole explanation. Finally she stood up, and walked over to Harry. Smiling, Harry opened his arms, ready to hug Hermione.

But he was so surprised that instead of a warm hug, he was met with her palm colliding against his cheek.

"How dare you! All of you! Do I seem weak to you? Who are you to decide if I could handle any more? May I remind you that my own parents were almost killed! And did I give up? NO! So where did you get the idea that I might be too weak to handle this?" Hermione screamed, her eyes dripping with her tears. She wasn't just angry, she was furious. She felt like she wasn't trusted.

"Is that the actual reason Harry, or were you to scared that I might blurt it out? I thought you trusted me," she said, hurt evident in her voice.

"NO, Hermione. It's not like that," Harry tried.

"Goodbye, Potter," she quietly said, as she apparated back to her house, falling into the couch in a sea of tears.

"Damn, Malfoy! What did I tell you?" Draco cringed as he heard Harry's voice coming from his phone. He just got back from the Vogue event, and heard from Potter that Hermione was there, asking him for an explanation.

"Geez, Potter. I'm sorry that I was unaware that you are my new mother," he sneered. Potter had no say where he was to go. Absolutely none.

"Well, you could've told me that you were going to New York? You knew she worked there!" Harry barked.

"Well, I bloody didn't know that she was going to that event, dumbass," Draco muttered. "Now, I have something to do. So, goodbye Potter," Draco snapped his phone shut and took a deep breath.

He took a piece of paper on his desk and began writing.

Dear Granger,

It was surprising meeting you earlier today. I would like to meet you tomorrow at New York City's Central Park, by the fountain. It's okay if you can't make it, I would just like to explain things to you.

-Draco Malfoy.

He went to his owl and tied the letter to its foot, and watched it fly towards its recipient.

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