Confusion And Obsession

A/N Ron is a baddie.....sorry if you don't like.
Paigeey07,emmy,smurphy,OUFAN thank you I hope you keep reading.
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chyara fanfiction.net I cleaned it up though. Hopefully I will make it a little better.
katiekrm when I first started this story alot of people felt the same. I realllly considered keeping Hermione or at least Mione or Mia but I think she explains that Hermione is the name the Granges gave her and thats not her anymore. Hope you are not too upset.
angeles Thank you so much. I changed things a little just some typos.


Chapter 3

After talking to his contacts (moles, whatever) at the Ministry, Lucius went to tell Celso what he had learned. It seemed that Silver called the aurors herself. On her birthday her glamour wore off and she had gathered proof of her ‘parents’ crime. Now in his hand has the address that Silver provided in the report. Lucius grimaced as he thought of where his goddaughter resided. Muggle London. Well, that would need to be rectified as soon as possible. It was just unseemly that she continue to live around that filth.

“I have got it. The address.” The closest he could get to a smile graced his face.

After discussing it at length, and loudly, it was decided that an invitation would be sent to Silver. She would be able to decide on the circumstances of the meeting. Both families waited with high hopes that Silver would be open to meeting with them. Draco felt like his heart has in his throat as he watched the owl become a speck in the sky.

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“Ron. What are you doing here? You hate coming into muggle London alone.”

Silver tried not to show her fear but the look on Ron’s face reminded her of Marcus. She looked around the café to see if there could be help if she needed it. When Silver’s eyes landed back on Ron, he seemed to be back to normal.

“I needed to speak with you. I decided to give you a chance to explain. We have been friends for awhile and I think you’ll agree that there is something more there.”

Silver took a deep breathe and tried to gather her thoughts. Why was he so stubborn? She had tried to let him down easy plenty of times but he never seemed to listen.

“Ron, I really don’t know what to say. Wait, how did you find me?”

Ron shrugged his shoulders “I knew where your flat was. I stopped by and you weren’t home. I figured you went to grab a cup of tea within walking distance. It’s not like you’re hard to predict, Hermione.”

“First, if you knew me so well then you would have known that I could never betray my friendships. Second, I have told you more then once that I think of you as a friend. Only a friend. I am sorry I can’t give you more. I just don’t see you that way.”

As Silver talked Ron sat down across from her eying her up and down. “Why don’t we go over to your place? We can talk in peace there.”

There was no way she was going to be alone with him. Not that she was scared. No, in a dual she could take him with her eyes shut. She just knew that when he got angry he got physical. Silver was just getting used to her new body. The boobs alone threw her off balance some times.

“Ron, I don’t think-”

“Come on, Hermione. Harry planed to come over to talk to you as well. Don’t you want to settle all this?”
Thinking that Harry and maybe even Ginny would come over made her agree. Later, looking back she wondered how she could have been so stupid.

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The second the door shut to her flat, Silver heard Ron throw up a silencing charm. She made it a few steps into the front room when she felt Ron’s hands at her back pushing her to the floor. She twisted her body so that her upper half faced her attacker. As he bent down over her with his hands out, she lifted her bent leg up and toward him. She kicked as hard as she could with the little room so had to maneuver.

“You bitch!” Ron put one hand to his chin where Silver’s foot made slight contact. He raised his fist and slammed it against the side of her face. Shock because of the blow and the attacker had Silver unable to fight back. Ron pulled his fist back as he began his rant. “Do you think you’re too good for me? That your better then me?” Ron’s face was almost purple in rage.

“You think… (smack)..you know fucking..(kick)…everything! The only thing I had…(punch)..(punch)..was that I was a pureblood. Now, now you take that as well.” Ron leaned over her as he punched her in the face again.
Silver was gasping in little puffs as she felt the pain of every blow. She could feel the blood pouring over her face. She could hear the bones snap. As looked at Ron’s face, twisted in anger, she thought ‘is this the last thing I am going to see?’ Every thing went black.

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It has the noise of the owl in the room that woke Silver. She opened the one eye that she could and rotated it in the direction of the window. She must have left if slightly opened this morning. Silver closed her eye. That took a lot out of her. The owl hovered near her head as if not knowing what to do. It finally landed near her hand and rubbed the note against the blood that covered it. The owl bounced back and headed to the window and toward his masters. He may only be an owl but he knew a Zabini when he saw one.

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Draco and Blaise were playing a game of chess when the tapping began in the study. Blaise felt like it was a good sign. Silver must have responded very quickly. As he opened, the window to let the owl in he felt a sense of foreboding settle over him. Something was not right. When he saw the note, he knew. It had to be his sister‘s blood on the note. “Draco, I need to go.”

Blaise rushed to the desk where he knew the paper with Silver’s address was on.

“What? Blaise what are you talking about? You can’t leave now. What if Silver comes over?” Draco was flabbergasted that Blaise could miss the chance to meet his sister.

Blaise tossed the note to Draco. Draco took one look at it and knew what Blaise was doing. “I am coming with you,” Blaise went to say something when Draco stopped him. “You don’t know what you’re walking into. I am going.”
Blaise gave him a grateful nod as he apparated them to Silver’s flat.

When they appeared next to building in an alley, the wizards looked around. It was as bad as their fathers spoke about. Muggles were everywhere in the street. Looking just as filthy as they grew up believing. The area itself looked all right. However, Blaise and Draco both thought that the sooner the got Silver out of this place the better. They walked around the building at a brisk pace avoiding touching the people walking by. Blaise made his way to the door with Draco slightly behind him. When he came to the door, he didn’t bother to knock. Turning the doorknob, he swung the door open.

Seeing as it was a little after sunset the flat was dark. Holding up his wand, he muttered “Lumenos” moving the wand back and forth in front of him. “Please be alright.” Blaise softly whispered to himself as he looked around for his sister. He was afraid. She had to be all right. Blaise couldn’t loose her now. Walking past the couch, he spotted a foot. There on the floor was a girl. Blaise rushed to her side. What little he could see of her he knew without a doubt she was Sliver. He could see her light brown hair, the same shade as his mothers. Blaise also saw what had Draco cursing softly. Having fought in the war, they could tell she was barely hanging on.

“Silver? Please, Silver can you hear me?” Blaise felt like he was going to be sick. The sight before him was gruesome.

“Blaise, we have to get her some help.” Draco felt like he was being crushed from the inside out. Who did this? How could they? When he got a hold of them, they were dead. The sight of her mangled body was a blow that he felt in his very heart. He needed to get her to a healer. While he knew a few basic healing spells, he was in no way able to help her.

“Blaise?” Blaise finally came out of his shock and cast Immobulus on her as to not hurt her more. Lifting her up Blaise gently took her hand a lead her to what appeared to be her bedroom. Laying her gently on the small bed he turned to Draco “Wait with her. I will be back with a healer,” glancing at his sister “or two.”
Draco nodded as he knelt on the side of the bed. “Silver, please hold on. Your brother went to get help. Please, don’t give up.” Draco reached for her hand and rubbed his thumb along the top. The blood there was dry and Draco could feel the flakes coming off.

“Malfoy?” The raspy voice startled him. She knew who he was. Well, of course she did. He most likely made her life miserable. Draco vowed that he would make it up to her. That he would do anything in his power to make her happy.

“You’re safe, Silver. Nobody is going to hurt you while I am around. Blaise will be here soon.”
Draco could not tell what she looked like. The swelling and blood covered her body. He sent a silent request to Merlin that Silver would be all right. Cursing what ever was keeping Blaise; Draco gently moved her beautiful hair off her face. The seconds ticked by. The sound of her quiet breathing reassured Draco that Silver was still alive. How long though? Dammit! Silver needed help now.

Just as Draco was about to lose it, Blaise popped in with a wizard in healer robes. The healer took one look at her and rushed into action. Tossing a look at Blaise he said, “Open my bag and give me the red bottle.” Waving his wand at Silver, he began. “Scourgify.” He now had a better idea on her injuries.
Muttering to himself, he started with the things that posed the biggest threat to the young witch. He poured the contents in her mouth slowly so she wouldn’t choke.

Draco and Blaise stood by feeling helpless. Draco suddenly remembered something. “Blaise, should I get your parents?”

Blaise nodded his head as watched the healer with his sister. “Yes, I don’t want them to ….miss seeing her.”

“Blaise, she will be fine. We got to her in time.”
Draco left to go get the Zabinis. He hoped that he was telling his friend the truth.
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Draco saw the startled faces as he appeared in the room. “Draco, sweetheart, were have you and Blaise been?” Draco looked at his mother. She was the perfect pureblood wife. If only he could be as lucky to find someone as dignified and poised.

“You must come with me. All of you. Hurry!” Draco gathered the parents as protests came from them.

“We can’t leave now! Silver may come by.” Avani Zabini was trying to move past him into the hall.

“Please, Zia Avani, I am taking you to her.” Draco tried to stay calm. However, he felt he was losing precious seconds.

“What do you mean? I thought we agreed to wait till we hear from her!” Celso was frantic. What had the young men done?

“It’s a long story. I will explain but for now we must go.”
The next second they were all in Silver’s flat. “Blaise?” Draco called out. He didn’t want to usher the parents in the bedroom and distracting the healer.

Everyone looked around the space. It was small but clean and well cared for. They were impressed with the amount of books lining the shelves. Good she was intellectual. They would have lots in common. The one thing they all notice was the lack of photos. Wizard or muggle. There seemed to be no clues as to who she was at Hogwarts. No pictures of her or her friends. Their hearts broke at the thought of her being alone in the world.

As Blaise walked out, they bombarded him with questions.

“Blaise, where is your sister? Why-” Blaise cut off his father with a lift of his hand.

“Please, let me explain first. Then you may ask your questions.” Blaise took his mothers hands in his own. “The healer is still with Silver.”

His mother’s face paled and she started to ask something, again Blaise cut her off. “Draco and I came here because we got the note back, unopened and it had blood on it. Knowing that she was in trouble we got here as fast as we could. Merlin, what we found…… Silver was badly beaten and Draco stayed with her while I went for a healer.”

By this time, his mother was crying softly and Narcissa was holding her.

After a tense hour or so, the healer made his way out of the bedroom of his lucky patient.

“Pardon me, Lord Zabini?” They all turned to the hallway as the young wizard healer stepped out.

“How is my daughter?” For the first time Celso spoke since Blaise told them what happened.
Taking a deep breath, the healer spoke. “Miss. Zabini, to be honest, is extremely lucky to be alive. Any more time alone and she would have died from her injuries. Which were severe. A broken ankle, leg, and nose, three broken ribs, a fractured arm and skull. Whoever did this to her wanted her to die a very painful death. There also some shallow cuts, a dozen bruises, and a few scrapes.” As he looked around the room, he could only be grateful that these people were not after him. The anger pulsed in the room.

“Is she alright? Did you save her?” The tear-filled voice of Lady Zabini came through the chaos.

“Yes, she will make it. I gave her a sleeping drought. She needs plenty of rest for at least 48 hours. I know I don’t have to tell you that she must not be left alone for any long period of time.”

“No, of course. Thank you so much for coming. You will receive a token of our gratitude before noon tomorrow.” With those words, Celso Zabini dismissed the man.

Avani slowly made her way to the room the healer came out of. The rest of the group followed her with Lucius at the end of the line. She opened the door as stared at the girl on the bed. After all this time. Finally, she would get to hold her sweet child. Avani always had an ache in her arms like something was missing. She could only hope that one day her daughter could fill it. Avani gasped when she got a close look at Silver. Her face was swollen with faint bruising still visible. She knew that with injuries this bad it would take time to completely go away. Avani felt her husband’s hand rest on top of her shoulders.

She gently moved Silver’s hair from her face, hair that was like her own. Avani leaned her head against her husband’s chest. “I want to take her home. She needs to be home. Where she can be safe.”

“Of course, Cara.” looking at Silver for the first time in almost 17 years, Celso was struck by her beauty. She looked like her mother. Celso chuckled, quite out of character, he had a feeling he would soon get a taste of shooing off the boys. He was going to love every second of it.

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The elves at Zabini manner were excited. The young mistress was home! The master had ordered that a wing be opened for the young miss. The elder Zabini had a wing to themselves and young master Blaise had a wing. Oh, the joy, to have her home!

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There was light. It was bright and not unlike she thought it to be. Silver slowly opened her eyes thinking she would maybe see Merlin waiting to greet her. Welcome her to the after life. The sight before her was a little different. An older couple who she knew to be her parents were sitting on the edge of the bed she was lying on. Silver had a chance to look around before they noticed she had opened her eyes. The room was beautiful. The colors were perfect. Dark jewel tones. Her favorites. She wondered how they knew. Silver coughed slightly. Her throat ached and felt scratchy. She supposed it was from sleeping so long.

“Silver?” her mother moved closer to her to look at her closely.

“Where….where am I?” Silver’s hand moved to her head. She was surprised to find that there was no giant sitting on her face.

“Your home, Darling. You father, brother and I are taking care of you.”

Silver digested what her mother was saying. She never really thought about being here. She thought that she would meet them; they would hate each other, each telling the other to have a good life, and then good-bye.
A big part of her wanted to run. This family, these kind of people, had hurt her so badly. How could she forget? She was so confused. But where would she go? Her homey little flat that so loved so much was tainted. The Burrow had slammed the door on her. Where could she go? She needed a plan. Her eyes drifted shut.

The next time she awoke, she was alone. She felt better and wondered how long she had slept. Silver tried to move and has pleasantly surprised when she could. She tossed back the comforter and swung her legs around. Noticing that there was a mirror above a large dresser, she headed that way. She moved her face from side to side. First, because she was still getting used to her new face, and because Ron had hit her so many times that she thought for sure that she would look different again. Ron. Just thinking about him caused Silver’s gut to clench. She would never be the same because of him. Her best friend. What was wrong with her that everybody that was supposed to love her hurt her? Would the Zabinis be any different? She remembered Blaise from school. He was never kind to her. Always sneering and calling her horrible names. The Slytherins in general hated her. How would he treat her now?

Then there was Draco Malfoy. They could not stand each other. Silver remembered their last ‘disagreement’ at school. She was patrolling the hall after curfew when a noise startled her. It was coming from the class on her right. Opening the door, she saw Draco and Pansy Parkinson. Draco was standing behind her, thrusting in and out, as Pansy leaned over a desk with her skirt bunched around her waist. When she opened the door, Draco turned but did not stop. “What the fuck do you think you’re looking at, Mudblood? Get the fuck out!” She closed the door but not before hearing Pansy moan “Gods, Draco, harder, baby, fuck me!”

Silver arranged for dentition for them both. When Draco heard, he vowed to get even. Silver spent the last few days of school avoiding him.

Silver tried to remember that night she was hurt clearly, she was pretty sure he was there. After Ron left. She remembered Draco there comforting her.

A plan began to form in Silver’s mind. She knew exactly who would help her. The question was how to get him here.

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Draco threw his arm over his eyes. The sun was peeking in the opening of the bed curtains. Why could he not get any decent sleep? As he started to get really irritated, he felt a hand running up his thigh. Looking from under his arm, he saw a head of blond hair on the pillow next to him. Pansy. Now he remembered. Damn, why hadn’t he kicked her out of his bed the second he pulled out of her? He had been tired since coming back from Zabini Manor three days ago. Draco got a message from Blaise last night that Silver had woken up that afternoon. As his thoughts drifted, he felt Pansy’s nails rake lightly over his thighs. Encircling her wrist, he stopped her before she got to her goal.

“Morning, baby. Do you need a wake up call?” Pansy giggled as if she had just said something clever.

“Pan, why are you still here? You know perfectly well I don’t like waking up next to anyone in the mornings.” The way he said ‘anyone’ in just a way to indicate that she was not the only one he kicked out of his bed after sex. “So, you need to go.”

“Why? I thought I could join you for breakfast.”

So that was why she stayed. Stupid bint. Did she really think that he would bring her before his parents? The first thing out of his mother’s mouth would be ‘when’s the wedding?’ Not going to happen.

“Pansy, get you arse you of my bed and get out of here. I have told you repeatedly. Can’t you get it? You can’t push me and trying to manipulate me will end badly for you. Now move.”

Watching her get out of the bed, Draco leaned back against the headboard. He had a long day today. He and his parents where going to the Zabini’s for dinner. They would officially be introduced to Silver. Draco knew that Silver had yet to tell her family who had beaten her or who she had been before. Blaise had mentioned to Draco that the family was more concerned with the matters at hand rather then the past. Silver’s attack and convincing her that a pureblood heiress had more going for her then whomever she had been known as before. When the green flames from the fireplace indicated Pansy had left, Draco got up and walked to the adjoining bathroom. He needed to wash Pansy’s smell off him. He walked with confidence as only someone with his body could. He has very proud of the way he looked. He was not called the Sex God of Hogwarts for nothing.


Chapter 4

Brushing her now frizz-free waist-length hair, Silver sat at her vanity. Her mother had come in earlier and had asked her if she felt up to joining the family and their guests for dinner. Silver really wanted to say no. An evening with the Malfoys, even if they were not trying to kill her in some way was the last thing she was up too. However, she thought it might help her convince her parents to grant her one little favor. She did get the feeling that they would do anything she asked; however, she wanted some brownie points.

Silver stopped mid brush as she recalled something else. They still had not questioned her on her life before. Why? She had thought it would have been one of their first inquires after she woke up. That and who had beaten her. She wondered if they were afraid of knowing. They most likely knew that they would not like the answers they received. Still, it was early and the questions would be asked and answered sooner rather than later.

Silver walked over to the bed and picked out the robes Avani had laid there. It was a more modern version then the stuffy ones more traditional witches wore. It was a midnight red color that looked very good against her skin. One of the changes that took place to Silver was her skin took on a wonderful golden color. Holding it against herself, she looked in the full-length mirror. Not bad. She was happy with how she looked. Not that she had a problem before. She was all right with the old her. The new her just felt more natural.

In the walk-in closet, before she grabbed the shoes she knew went to the dress, she pulled out the letter she had hidden in the pocket of her bathrobe. While she didn’t feel like a prisoner exactly, old habits were hard to break. Ron and the Weasleys never made it easy for her when she sent a letter to him. Ron went on and on about the fact that someone like him could never really consider her a friend. Ginny was quick to point out that an experienced man would get tired of a virginal, prudish, bookworm.

Harry was the only one never to comment. He seemed to know that she needed someone to talk to. Understanding that friendship was all that she wanted he left the matter alone.

Silver’s relationship with her pen pal was innocent. She couldn’t even say the number of letters that had past between them. Letters in which he encouraged her to be brave and stand proud. That the harsh words spoken by the Grangers or her friends shouldn’t knock her down. The Grangers never liked the wizard. She wondered if they didn’t like him because he was a pureblood.

After dressing and fixing her hair, she sat on the bed to re-read her letter she hoped to send her friend soon.

My dearest friend,
So much has happened to me in a short amount of time. I am hesitant to tell you, as every one else in my life took the news rather badly.
As you know my birthday was a week ago (thank you for the necklace, by the way, I am wearing it now). I woke up that morning a new person. I do mean that literally. The glamour I had placed on me 17 years ago wore off and my true appearance startled many (including myself). My true family has taken me in. It is a long story. I would love to tell you in person. I realize that asking you to come to me right now may be a hardship. I will understand if you are unable or unwilling to do so. Please respond soon.
Hermione Granger
P.S. My real name and the name I chose to go by (for now) is Silver Zabini.

Silver had just finished the letter when there was a knock on her bedroom doors. Hurrying she folded the letter and put it in her pocket.

Opening the door she, she stood in surprise at the person standing on the other side.

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Draco and his parents arrived at the Zabini’s mid afternoon. Lucius had wanted to arrive early to discuses business with Celso. That sat well with Narcissa as she always enjoyed Avani’s company. Draco had wanted to talk with Blaise anyway.

The Manor seemed different. Like the aura had changed. Draco supposed that was because of Silver’s return. Avani was certainly happier. When Tom Riddle was traipsing around the wizarding world, it was common to see somber homes and families. Draco had always assumed that was what brought this home down. While he loved being here as much as his family manor, there was always a layer of sadness around it. Waiting for Blaise in Blaise’s study, he took advantage of the time alone to think about what had been going on in his head the last few days. Why was it that he felt different? Like something was right there waiting for him to discover it. His parents had not been helping. Draco had caught them in quiet corners talking. When he asked, they denied being secretive and told him, he was imagining things. Ha, his parents had been in Slytherin for a reason. He knew they were up to something. The question was what.

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“So, what do you think?” Narcissa Malfoy was almost giddy with excitement.

“Are you sure that will work?” Avani had her reservations. Not about the idea. The thought of being connected in marriage to the Malfoys was a dream come true. However, the way Cissa wanted to go about it left a lot to chance.

“Darling, I know my son. Telling him out right that Silver would make a perfect Malfoy bride will have him rejecting her before he even gives her a chance.”

“But Cissa, you have not even met her yourself. What if you and Lucius don’t think it will be a good match?”

“Silver comes from one of the oldest pureblood families in the wizarding world. Her parents are our dearest friends and she is our goddaughter, what more could we ask for?”

“And Pansy Parkinson? Verna claims that an announcement is coming soon.”

With a wave of her hand, Narcissa discounted the Parkinsons. “Pish, Verna should have raised a chaste daughter. Do they take us for fools? That girl has consorted with every one of Draco’s housemates. I only pretend to encourage the match because I know Draco. If I told him how much I hated her he would spend even more time with her. That’s why this idea is perfect. If it seems like I am helping you find a suitable beau for Silver, Draco will take a second look. Just because the thought of someone else having someone better then him is unbearable. Trust me this will work. Lucius and I agree.”

After in depth conversation of the eligible bachelors to parade through the manor, Narcissa asked the question that Avani had been waiting for. “So, do you know yet who Silver was? And who hurt her so badly?”
Avani sighed and put down her teacup. “No. We are dreading the knowledge. As for who hurt my daughter, we know it is tied up with who she was before. I am so worried. In my heart, I know that nothing can change the fact she is my flesh and blood. I fear that Silver may not be able to forgive us our …transgressions.. against her.”
Dabbing the corner of her eye, she continued. “Being forced to live as a mudblood, our past encounters could not have been pleasant. Even if Celso and I had never seen her, the boys certainly did.”

“Well, of course. I am sure that Silver will understand once she realizes the way of things.” Cissa continued to comfort Avani until it was time to dress for dinner.

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“Hello, Silver.” Blaise stood on the other side of the door. Silver could tell that he was nervous because he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I not really sure why am here. I wanted to talk to you, just to two of us. I don’t even know where to begin.”

“I know what you mean. I find all this very strange. I know who you are but you are still very much a stranger to me.” As she said this, she stepped back and pulled the doors more open. Blaise accepted the unspoken invitation and sat on the ottoman in front of the fire. “I realize that. I would like it very much if we could get to know each other and become friends. We are siblings and while I have never had one, I do hear that it is nice when they are friends.” Blaise said this with a smile. However, the smile left his face when he saw a tear make its way down his sister’s face.

“I have not had much luck with friends lately.”

“Silver, what happened? I can protect you if you let me.” Blaise took her hands in his and it was so sweet that Silver cried harder.

“That’s just it. I can’t believe I am in this situation. The people who I thought were my friends were supposed to be here for me. I… I am not sure what to think right now.”

“Silver, I know that our ‘relationship’ before could not have been good. You, however, are my sister and I want to help. Please, trust me. Or at least give me the chance to earn your trust.”

“Well, I would like to ask you for something, a favor.”

Blaise smiled and squeezed the hands he still held. “Whatever you need. Just ask.”

“When I do tell all of you who I am.. was, I would like some support. I would like to invite the one person who was never let me down to be here. If things go badly, and there is a chance that they will, I will need someone here for me.”

Blaise knew that there was a chance that the person she wanted to invite was not somebody he and his family would normally associate with. However, this being the first request that Silver had asked of him, he was not prepared to turn her down. If it were someone unsuitable to be around his sister, Blaise would handle him or her when they arrived.

“Silver, this is your home. You may invite anyone you wish. If there is someone who will help you then they are more then welcome.”

“Thank you. Could you please, have this delivered? I want to have him here as soon as possible. Once he arrives and I have a chance to speak to him I promise I will answer all the questions you must have for me.”

“Who am I delivering it too?”

“Viktor Krum.”
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Walking into his mother’s favorite parlor, Blaise had a smile on his face. His parents, godparents, and best mate were all sitting around the room waiting for the twins.

“Blaise, you seem to be in a good mood. Although, I have to say, having lived with two Slytherin males I know
when one is up to something.”

“Madre, I have no clue what you can mean. I was simply recalling my conversation with Silver.”

He heard his mother gasp. “You have spoken to her? Did it go well? What did she say?” Knowing his mother could continue to ask question for a while, Blaise interrupted her. “We had I nice talk. Silver is ready to open up about her life before. The only thing she asks is that she is allowed to have a friend join her here first. For support.”

He could see the looks of concern on everybody’s face. “I know, I know. I had the same reservations. What if she wanted a mudblood or worse a muggle? My concerns were put to rest, however when she asked me to deliver her invitation to Viktor Krum.”

At the mention of the Bulgarian seeker, Narcissa glanced at her son. She could see the tightening of fists and the tension in his face. Draco never cared for Krum. During Draco’s fourth year, all he wrote about was how he hated the older boy. His disgust with him for befriending mudbloods and ‘embarrassing purebloods everywhere’. Narcissa winked at Avani when the other women’s eyes caught hers. This was perfect.

Celso was presently surprised. Like Blaise, he wanted to please Silver, so he was willing to tolerate having filth in his home (until he found a way to get rid of them, of course). A pureblood wizard. Yes, he was very pleased.

Blaise smirked as he joined Draco at the bar. He knew Draco would have a thing or two to say about Silver’s guest.

“You have got to kidding me. That pompous arse? Well, can’t say much about your sister’s taste in friends.” Draco scowled as he finished his drink.

Blaise let out a real laugh, “What’s the matter Draco? I wager we will have a get time with ol’ Krum. Maybe play some quidditch. It’ll be great.”

Draco was about to tell him off when time stood still. The doors to the room opened and in stepped the most marvelous creature Draco had ever laid eyes on. Shimmering honey colored hair flowed down her back and the dark red dress showed off her perfect figure. High, full breasts and a trim little waist. Draco loved it when he was taller then a girl, it made him feel manly. She had to be about a foot shorter then him. It was when she turned to greet the parents in the room that he remembered to breathe. Draco felt Blaise move from his side and appear next to her.

Blaise bent down to the girl and kiss her on the cheek. “Silver, let me introduce our godparents. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. And their son, my best friend Draco.”

His parents each greeted her warmly. He could tell that they were taken in by her beauty. When she turned a little more in his direction, he was overwhelmed. What he saw disturbed him. Dislike. Then he remembered that she knew him from school. Well, fabulous. Now to start to undo the damage.

“Silver, I am honored to meet you.” Bending he took he hand and brushed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Malfoy. We have met before. Though of course, you were not as honored back then.”
The room stood in silence as she pulled her hand out from his grasp.

Draco was panicking. What if his angel refused to give him a chance?

“Silver, I hope that we can move past that. I apologize for anything I might have done or said that hurt you.”

“I can’t accept your apology. Not until you know what you’re apologizing for. When you know, then and if you want to say you’re sorry, we can talk.”

“Fair enough.”

Silver went to sit with her mother on the settee. An elf appeared with a silver tray with a note on it. “Snitch is being sorry but this come for you Miss. Silver.” Bowing he left when Silver took the note.

“Snitch?” Silver thought she had idea where he got that name.

Avani laughed then confirmed when she said, “Yes, Draco had been visiting when we acquired the elf. Draco was nine and thought it was a perfectly good name.”

“Well I happen to still like it.” Draco basked in the small smile Silver had on her face.

“Oh, my goodness! It’s from Viktor. He is here in England and can come see me at any time I like. This is perfect.”

Draco scowled as she clutched the letter to her chest.

Bloody hell.

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He waited to see if something happened. Nobody showed up at the Burrow to arrest him. There was no notice in the papers, wizard or muggle, of her sad death. Ron threw the morning paper across his room. Where the fuck was she? He had gone to her flat latter that night and she was not there. He was beyond pissed.

If that bitch thought she could get away from him that easy, she was stupider then he thought. Without getting up, he waved his wand, closing and locking the door. Opening the doors to his closet, he gently caressed the moving picture of Hermione. She looked wonderful. Her bushy hair around her face as she lay sleeping. The other pictures were just as good but this was his favorite.

He imagined that she was worn out by his demands in the bedroom. He looked lovingly at the other pictures. Ones of her by the lake at school. Hermione in the common room. Hermione in the great hall. Hermione in her bedroom. He had to be sneaky to get those. But he managed. Nothing, not even Hermione, will keep him from getting what he
wants. He was the only man that could put that bitch in her place. And he would. Soon.

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“Please, do you think he could join us for lunch tomorrow? I would appreciate it so very much.”

Celso seeing the smile on his daughter’s face could not say no.

“Why don’t you send him a note asking? He would be more than welcome.”

Silver’s eye light up, “Yes, we could talk privately beforehand, than we would join you for lunch.”

Avani seeing a good opportunity for her and Narcissa’s plane added, “Yes, the Malfoy’s are staying a day or two and the more the merrier.”

Avani noticed the dark look on Draco’s face. Narcissa was a genius.

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Silver was surprised how well dinner was going. Everything was so different from at the Burrow. Nobody screaming over somebody else. Nobody talking with a full mouth. Silver found that everyone was very intelligent and the conversation was very stimulating.

“Silver?” She had not noticed Draco trying to get her attention.

“Sorry?”

“I was asking if you thought your boyfriend would be up for quidditch tomorrow.”

Silver missed the calculating look in Draco’s eye. “I am not sure. I guess it would depend on how things go. But, he is not my boyfriend. I have known him for years and he is a true friend however, we have never had that kind of relationship.”

This time Silver didn’t miss the happy little smirk on Draco’s face.