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After arriving back home, Hermione felt like she could finally relax. Sighing lightly she removed her cloak and handed it to her house elf. Her father walked past her into the main dining room, followed closely by her mother. A house elf traveling in her wake with many amounts of bags. Hermione giggled to herself and made her way to her bedroom. Laying down softly onto her bed, she pulled out the diary and turned to the middle pages. She didn't dare write on it as she knew exactly the consequences, but something about it mesmerised her. It was so elegant even if it was tatty. She just felt the biggest urge to lay there and stare at it. She ran her finger over the page taking in the texture of the material.
Draco returned home just in time for supper. Making his way to the table he waited or his parents. His father walked in and sat down opposite him, the chandelier illuminating the room.
"Draco, what is your opinion of Hermione Granger?" Lucius asked, looking down his nose towards his son. Draco was taken by surprise, what exactly did he mean by that?
"She is ok I guess, why?"
"So you don't dislike her?"
"Not exactly, why?"
"And what would you say where her best features?"
"Er... i guess she is very intelligent...why do you keep asking me questions?"
"A man is allowed to be curious Draco. She is the Granger's daughter after all, i would be surprised if she was anything but perfect." Lucius drawled out as he picked up the Daily Prophet and began flicking through the pages. Rolling his eyes Draco looked down at his plate and began to eat as his mother entered.
"Isn't my boy growing up, soon you will be starting your second year. I'm proud of you son." Narcissa stated as she began to eat. Lucius looked up and met eyes with Draco. Putting the newspaper down he simply said "As am I." before picking up a fork and beginning to eat.
The clock chimed 11pm around the mansion. Hermione had only just pulled herself away from the diary and was now sitting at the foot of her bed and staring out into the darkness through her glass wall. Lights flickered on and off outside and she couldn't help but relax. She decided to bury the diary at the bottom of her school trunk. She only just noticed how it had affected her and she couldn't let it take control of her, not now, not when she was needed in order to find a way out of this dream. This whole state she was in, she knew it wasn't real no matter how it felt to her. Despite the events that where happening all over again, her main priority was to get back, with or without Draco's help.
Stretching she decided she would go and get a glass of water before changing for bed. Despite the fact that her house elves were well looked after, she still didn't agree to using them for the sake of it. Anyway, she had legs didn't she? It's not that difficult to walk down the stairs to the kitchen and then back again. Smiling to herself she wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and made her way down the wooden staircase. Reaching the bottom her ears picked up two familiar voices. One was her mother and the other was...Snape?!
"Look I understand you are my husbands cousin and you know you are always welcome here, but this isn't exactly the best time, Hermione is just going into her second year at school, you know that more than anyone."
"I know, she has been doing well, but I am still concerned for her behaviour. We both know how difficult house rivalry is; not only that, but she is also conversing with The Harry Potter. We all know that if this goes too far, we will all be in trouble. You know your place in society is extremely important to Serianth."
"I know Severus, I know, I will do what I can."
"Very well. I will protect her as much as I can aswell. For your sake."
Suddenly there was silence as Hermione held her breath, a door opened and Hermione ran into the kitchen. Leaning against the counter she began to shake. Does this mean I am related to Snape? And NOONE is stopping me from being friends with Harry, or Ron. Noone. I don't care about stupid society status. I know it is important but this isn't even real and if im going to get through this I am keeping my friends.
Draco stood on the platform 9 3/4, his mother standing unnaturally close and his father behind her, his long fingers snaked over her shoulder. The whistle blew and Blaise appeared with his mother a few feet away.
"Draco! How's it been mate? You ready for the second year?" His friend called over ignoring his mother behind him.
"Blaise. I'm well thanks. Shall we go and get a seat?" Blaise nodded and the two boys found a carriage, turning to wave goodbye to his parents, he realised they had both already gone. A small wave of disappointment crept across him but he shook it of and followed his friend into an empty carriage. Looking through the window he noticed Granger still standing on the platform, her parents had also just left and she was looking around with a panicked expression.
Really? he though to himself. The whistle was blown one last time and he watched her reluctantly board the train. The door slid open and Crabb and Goyle plonked themselves into the carriage.
"'Alright mate?" Crabb asked. Draco looked up as Blaise nodded and smiled at his two friends. Just when Draco opened his mouth to reply he heard Pansy's voice.
"What you think you doing Granger? You know with our bags and stuff there isn't any room for you in here. In fact I don't even think you are welcome. It's a disgrace to talk to Gryffindors... you should know that... sometimes I wonder if you are a Slytherin." She spat towards the small blonde girl next to her in the doorway.
"Thanks, but they are my friends as are these and I don't need you to tell me what house i am in." Hermione said quietly. Pansy let out a sharp laugh.
"Come on bitch, don't be stupid. You don't actually think we like you? Blaise already told me how his mum makes him spend time with you and Draco already gave me a lecture on how much of a spoiled know it all brat you are. Run along to you scar-head and ginger and get out of our way."
Draco caught eyes with Hermione then, he could read shock, disappointment and the hurt before she turned and barged past the black haired girl. Draco watched Blaise's fist clench untill the door slammed. Pansy pushed between the two of them and leaned against Draco's still form.
"Thank god she's gone, she spent the whole of last year doing my head in. How are you anyway Drakey?" He cringed at the nickname and pushed her away from him.
"That was uncalled for Pansy."
"I can't believe you told her that, you know she is still our friend, whether I am made to hang out with her or not." Blaise spat out at her. Pansy sat up and rolled her eyes.
"Oh get over it, just go and do your apology speeches when you get off the train." She said before putting her feet up onto Blaise's lap and leaning back against Draco. Gritting his teeth he averted his gaze to the window.
It wasn't that he hated Hermione, he for one knew how difficult it must have been for her in the war. He understands. Just because he dislikes her doesn't mean he hates her, right?
Hermione was lucky to find an empty compartment in the next carriage, grateful to hide her tears before anyone saw them. It wasn't like she expected them to be friends, but she actually like Blaise ...Draco however, she didn't even know. She didn't dislike him, but where did that leave her? They seemed to get on well enough last year, even if it was just trying to stop Voldermort, or find an antidote, she at least didn't think he hated her. But then how could she have been so stupid, of course he did... he never liked her because to him, she was still some mudlood.
She got changed and sat down in the carriage, pulling her sleeve down in order to wipe away her last few tears she then brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head against the window, just in time to see a blue object flying above her. By the time she caught sight of it, it was gone again but that's when she remembered.
The Blue Car! Of course, how could she have been so stupid, they went in Ron's dad's flying car after missing the train...well this will be interesting. she thought as she relaxed a little, knowing she will see them when she arrives at the castle. Letting out a sigh she decided to pull out a book to read for the rest of the journey.