Slytherins

SLYTHERINS

Chapter 6
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... kiss me, beneath the milky twilight,
lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand,
strike up the band and make the fire flies dance,
silver moon\'s sparkling, so kiss me ....
Six Pence None The Richer, Kiss Me
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or its characters, Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, therefore I here declare that the use of which I make of them in this story is for pure money-free fun. I earn nothing from it except the delight of writing how I would like it to continue.

Notes: This is a Draco\\Hermione fanfiction so don’t get your ideas twisted in anything else! This is also my first Harry Potter fanfiction by this I’m not asking you to be gentle because I will accept any review as long as it’s constructive...Ok, so as to make it easier to read I’ll tell you when I’m going to change POVs.

Nephiel’s Pensive: If I had named the chapters...this one would have been called kiss me.

P.S. I just read The Goblet of Fire…jut to have further information on the scene of the Amazing Bouncing Ferret…wonderful book. I can’t wait to read the sixth book, The Half-Blood Prince (wonder who he is O_o)!

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LAST TIME:

“Well if you think so highly of her then why do you bother getting all angry, is it some twisted Malfoy way to claim interest in a woman?” asked Ewan bemused by both Malfoy and his sister who both seemed at the end of their patience-meter, “or are you simply not interested in her at all-”

“WELL WHAT IF I AM?” Draco dropped in.

Hermione simply felt like dropping dead for the embarrassment she was being put through. How were they going to make Malfoy stay quite with their secret?...what? Had her ears deceived her or had Malfoy just admitted his interest in her?
...

At this admission Ewan’s teasing façade dropped to reveal a serious one yet his emotionless eyes diverted to Hermione, “she’s not meant for anybody you know Malfoy,” spoke Ewan with longing in his eyes while the amber orbs gazed at the beauty before him.

“Are you trying to tell me that she can only shag her brothers?” sneered Draco at Ewan’s pretentious statement. At this statement Ewan swirled around and glared at Draco, the young Malfoy thought to himself that he wanted her and so he was going to have her. Unbeknownst to both they were thinking the same thing. Then as if reading their thoughts Hermione spoke.

“Don’t either of you dare!” screamed Hermione as she rose from her sleepy stance. She walked closer to the two while screaming injurious remarks, “this is MY life and MY choices!” she finished and then walked out of the door mustering insults and ugly statements about boys.

“I guess that puts us both in the same boat,” muttered Ewan letting a smile form on his lips as he took a moment to look at Malfoy. Draco simply turned his wondering gaze from the door to Ewan’s gaze.

“I guess so,” he responded and it was like a truce. They didn’t have to say it for it was an unspoken accord. Sharing this secret was the knot that bind them as ‘particular friends’. Allies if you might, against Hermione’s wrath and since presently that was the situation they tried to make the best of it.

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday. On my behalf and my brothers I thank you Draco Malfoy for supporting us and making sure everybody in your house did so too,” said Ewan not even once glancing at Malfoy except when he pronounced his name.

Fixing his fingerless-seeker gloves, Draco listened to what Ewan said and then replied, “it was my pleasure to put that disgusting excuse of a head girl in her place,” mustered Draco.

To this response Ewan looked up at Draco from the casket he was closing. He immediately realized that he had caught Draco’s attention when he saw the blonde’s eyes divert to what he was holding.

“My mother has one similar to that one,” admitted Draco not really controlling what his mouth was verbalizing.

“I would expect nothing less from a Black,” stated Ewan then regarded Draco and with a serious tone continued, “please Draco, forget what you saw. It is for your own good,” whispered Ewan as he stood back up and walked out of the room beckoning Draco to follow him. The young wizard nodded and strolled out of Hermione’s room sparing one last glance at the chest that sat neatly on Hermione’s bed.

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Hermione looked back at her books. She was sitting in front of the big window, looking at the Quidditch pitch while the Ravenclaw team was finishing their morning practice for the upcoming match against Slytherins. She huffed and closed her diary. This had always been her favorite place for privacy. It was nice having your friends around you but from how things were turning she knew that from now on if she wanted to have some time alone with her friends she would have to come here. Now her friends were her books.

“I wanted to talk to you and I knew you’d be here,” said his voice from the doorway. She knew immediately who it was and turned around to meet his unsure jade eyes.

“Potter,” nodded Hermione walking towards the desk that was occupied by her books, “well then, don’t let me hold you back. Tell me what you need to say and then please leave me alone,” muttered Hermione as she placed her things back in her bag.

“What is happening to us Hermione?” he asked suddenly gaining her firm attention when talking such matters.

“What happened Potter is that I’ve earned back my brothers and my surname, however I have been forced to pay a very high price,” she answered.

“You haven’t lost me Hermione,” he stated and then began walking towards her, “I met you on the train remember? Our first year here at Hogwarts. I know that Hermione will live forever in my memory,” he stated almost mournfully.

“Will you listen to yourself? You’re talking like if that person was dead,” she responded with a slight demonstration of anger.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to convince me about?” retorted Harry. A thin veil of pain covered her eyes as she bent her head in defeat and for this silent admission Harry felt guilty. He hadn’t understood her. He, that knew perfectly well how it felt to be stereotyped into the dazzling hero in shinning armor, hadn’t understood her.

“You know I’m one of those persons who don’t ask for help very easily Harry. I’m one of those persons to whom people like you are sure they can rely on. People like you...you like to put me up on a pedestal. I’m the perfect person that only needs some words to feel happy and that will forever be there, a loyal Gryffindor friend. Things have changed Harry, I have changed in the outside but inside there’s still that Hermione of the train. With every day that passes she drowns deeper in me and I don’t have anybody to remember me to let her breathe,” spoke the amber haired witch lifting her tear stained face to meet her long time friend.

“I don’t care what your name is. I don’t care how famous your ancestors have been. I don’t need to see it all, just like you didn’t need to see it of me that day. I know it’s my turn to see past these things. Let me be your friend Hermione Slytherin not because you’re a powerful witch but because you’re the only family I have left and I know I don’t’ intend to loose you without a fight,” whispered Harry. At this Harry stopped his track right in front of Hermione and she flung her arms around his neck nesting her face in his shoulder. Crying.

“Harry I’ve done such horrible things...” she whimpered-confessed .

“Shh...it’s going to be alright,” he comforted her massaging her back as he held her close to his heart.

“I felt so alone...and I just couldn’t stand it...” began Hermione as Harry remained silent while she told him everything she had found out. He kept his silence until she told him about that night with Ewan. It had actually been her who stopped and she did so just to look at him.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” asked Hermione, “I mean, I slept with my brother and I know that even Parkinson would retain it an immoral thing to do.”

“I don’t want to judge you Hermione for the simple reason that I know what it feels like to be lonely. Even after I met you and Ron I always kept that childish part of me that wanted to feel alone and misunderstood. Now that this has happened I have the strength to throw it behind me and see what a wonderful sister I have,” said Harry, he then sat on the table beside Hermione’s bag, “last year, before Dumbledore told me about the prophecy I felt so bad about everything in general...there was a point in which I even hated Ron for being a prefect and you because you didn’t see my pain. At the end of the year I witnessed Sirius’s end and I did nothing to save him. I could have simply stretched out a charm to save him but I was too stupid to do it,” began confessing Harry whilst Hermione took his hand, “then I was portkeyed into Dumbledore’s office and there my rage reached such levels that I wanted to kill Dumbledore for talking so badly, in my opinion, about Sirius. When he told me about the prophecy I was simply too speechless and angry that I hated the man that saved my ass, and my friends’ when I got us in trouble, for five years. Hermione, I don’t want you to feel like I have felt almost all my life and that is why I don’t want to judge you as long as you realize on your own what wrong things are. You’re a very intelligent witch Hermione and I doubt you’ll fall in the same trap. I however don’t know Ewan and because of my frail sense of betrayal I haven’t taken the opportunity to know him either. I can understand why he consoled you in such a way you though, he loves you and since you haven’t grown together and therefore he doesn’t know you very much, I presume he knew no other way to comfort you,” explained Harry.

Cleaning her tears away Hermione grabbed her bag and Harry’s hand, “if we don’t hurry we’ll be late for transfiguration,” murmured Hermione smiling at him.

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...Draco’s POV

‘Bloody quill!’ I scream mentally as I pull my mind out of its reverie and read the parchment before me. I’ve written her name all over and in all the different styles I know. ‘How is it that she has suddenly become best buds with Potter again. I tremble with anger and resort to my Malfoy training. I relax and let my questioning gaze meet Ewan’s. He’s confused too and so is his brother. Differently from last night she is smiling whole heartedly. I sigh and turn my stare on my parchment and before I can whisper the evanesco charm my partner coughs for my attention.

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“Merlin Draco. What would you’ve done if I hadn’t stepped down from her after telling you about our parentage?” questioned Blaise with a malicious grin.

“I probably would’ve had to kill you, my rival, in an protocol duel,” answered Draco performing finally the charm on his parchment.

“Very funny Malfoy. However from what I can see you still have some interesting obstacles before you,” stated Blaise indicating Potter as he seemingly had just narrated a very funny adventure gaining Hermione’s complete attention and her angelic giggles, “damn it! Why did she have to be my cousin?” muttered Blaise under his breath as he continued gazing at the beautiful Gryffindor witch.

“The important thing is that you remember it,” responded Draco giving Blaise a disapproving glare, Blaise simply grinned sheepishly as he lifted his hand up in surrender sign, after a couple of minutes though he raised his head and directed his whispered words to Draco.

“For your information Malfoy, I don’t fall in the enlarging group of the Rita-Skeeter-made-princess-of-Babylon lovers, I’m forced to like her due to the fact that she’s my only female cousin that I’ve ever met,” rebounded Blaise gaining his arrogant grin back.

Draco smirked back and then his attention was distracted by the remembrance of one word, “...what do you mean enlarging?” he asked at Zabini with an angry and suspicious glare, ignoring however the part where Blaise had underlined the fact that she was the only one of the female cousins he had ever seen.

“Well Malfoy, she’s beautiful, intelligent, mysterious, funny, powerful and most of all rich. What more could a wizard want? Specially a young wizard. I’m sorry to brake your certainties Draco, but you’re not the only teen wizard that has a deep attraction for Hermione Slytherin. Now that she has joined back her rightful place among the pureblooded list of young non betrothed witches the wizards that seek her attentions have multiplied, moreover now that there’s no more Potty and Weasel to walk through, more boys have began their plans to conquer her,” finished Blaise as he diverted his attention towards professor McGonagall that seemed to have finished her lesson.

“Lesson’s over. However I would like to remind you all that Hogsmeade’s trip is in a couple of weeks. The usual date has been changed therefore you’ll have further information about changes from your house prefects,” concluded McGonagall.

The students rose from their seats and began collecting their books and parchments. What a wonderful beginning, they already had a three inch essay on how a good transfiguration of a pencil into a snake is done and how such a charm had been brought to the wizard world and by whom. The essay actually had a connection to last year’s history program therefore it would prove to be quite easy even though long. All of this thoughts ran through Hermione’s mind as she collected her things. She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and turning around she was met by none other than Malfoy.

“I feel we need to talk about this morning.”

“Is that so Malfoy? Don’t you have classes now though?”

“I would have care of magical creatures with Hufflepuffs but even you must know how annoying classes are with them.”

“Well then I suggest the library.”

“Fine by me.”

“Good then, lets go.”

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“Master those who remain faithful to our cause diminish as days go by and more of them come to know about Slytherin’s heirs,” muttered a quivering Bellatrix as she kneeled before her Lord.

Rising from his position Voldemort grinned in triumph. Finally it was ready. His deadly potion was ready and with the right charm it would finally ensure him his Slytherin inheritance.

“Join all and prepare for we will soon strike,” spoke the evil wizard, however before Bellatrix could take her leave Voldemort stopped her with a direct question, “what do you tell me about Lucius Malfoy?”

“He spilled everything my Lord, he has regained his own will back and has turned to the enemy with precious information. What shall your orders be in his regards master?” asked Bellatrix with an anticipated grin.

“Dispose of him!” raged Voldemort before he walked back into his room, ‘iniuria is ready and it awaits only you Potter, you and those fucking pureblooded Slytherin brothers. I shall be the only one to rule this world!’ laughed mentally Tom Riddle and then he locked his room with his dark charms immediately after Bellatrix had left, he remained in the total silence of solitude, just him and his faithful Nagini.

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“So you wanted to talk about this morning, go ahead then...” announced Hermione sitting on the table. To her own surprise she was fidgeting and she couldn’t for the life of her explain why.

“As you probably already know, I have been given the sole knowledge that Zabini and you are cousins. This morning I wanted to talk to your brother to ask him permission to ask you out but...”

“You have interest in me,” stated Hermione bluntly, “I already knew that from this morning,” her frankness however was equivocated by Draco as disgust for him and the knowledge that he might be in love with her.

“No, actually it’s a long story and trust me, it’s got nothing of romantic,” began Draco turning his attention to the Hufflepuff Quidditch selection that was taking place at the pitch. As the young second years were diving and soaring in the sky Draco sat on a very comfortable looking chair.

“Well then, do explain please.”

“Very well. Haven’t you ever asked yourself why Kartica Riencœur, even though she has a good record of boys that have been in her bed, didn’t ever get disrespected like Pansy Parkinson until last year?” he asked and gained a negative response. “She was my official fiancé and it was certain that we would have gotten married once school was over, however I got tired of her charade whenever she came to know about my female friends and I dumped her. To make shit simple, a Malfoy and whoever is related to one is always respected and feared (even hated). If you were to be my girlfriend no one would ever dare question you and you would always have Slytherins to cover your back if your brothers and I can’t.”

“Really Malfoy, I think the magic in my blood is enough to protect me. Right at this very moment I could entrap your soul in the crystal ball I have in my sack or I could even make a rainstorm put and end to the Quidditch practice...watch,” and as she said this Hermione turned towards the window where Draco was standing before and she opened the window.

...Draco’s POV

As I look at her my mind somehow divides itself into two different and distinguished personalities, the first one pays attention to what those voluptuous lips are saying to me, the second one is totally immersed in analyzing her entire figure, from those magnificent curls that are her hair to her breathtaking eyes, then comes her small pointy nose that right now I would like to kiss, afterwards of course there’s her...

What? Oh shit, she just asked me a question and I wasn’t paying attention!! What now, how to make her forget...I was so sure that the other part was paying attention but it seems that I was ALL immersed in analyzing her body.

However, I’m still in this big mess of not knowing what to do to get out of this mess...maybe if I let my instincts guide me?

And I decide I’ll do just that. I fix my stare on her irises, move forward and my hands automatically move too, they capture her face, she’s so soft to the touch, then I place my lips on hers. She tastes like something sweet I have never tasted before…could it be violets? However before I can even realize what I’m doing I let my tongue slip from my mouth and caress her morbid lips begging for entrance that she gives, surprising both of us. As I make passionate love to her mouth I can feel her small hands go around my neck.

Is this heaven or what? I ask myself if she knows how entrapping her kiss is. Then a face comes in my view. It is Harry Potter himself. He has just entered the library. Oh joy! The man himself.

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“What are you doing?” asked Harry as he stepped closer to the couple.

“I was proving Malfoy that I can look after myself Harry,” answered Hermione and just then Malfoy realized he was no longer holding her figure. She was at once on Potter’s side.

“I hope it is clear Malfoy that I do not need your name to protect me. I can instill enough fear and hate with my name alone. However I thank you for your non-romantic proposition. Good day Malfoy,” she said firmly and walked out of the library with Harry.

And so Malfoy remained alone in the ever smaller room. He now knew that he wouldn’t be able to live without those sweet lips he had tasted. Deep down he knew though. His stupidity had ruined what could have been a wonderful relationship. He had treated her and all those that were like her so stupidly and all because he wanted to please his father’s expectations. To his obtuse younger self she was the forbidden fruit. He remembered the exact moment when he realized she was the woman he would desire for the rest of his life. That night, the night of two years before. He remembered the Yule Ball like if it had been the night before.

She was standing there in her blinding beauty. She was beside Krum, to him just another trophy. He had loved her then as a woman for the first time, he was speechless before her radiating beauty. However when he came to know about the kiss that Krum and her had shared under a tree near the forest, his hatred exploded. She had showed her real beauty only for that night and only for him. This was what fed him enough hatred to continue to treat her like he had done for four years. For the first time in his life he had felt betrayed, with the sole knowledge of Krum having kissed her he had felt jealousy flow wildly and completely in his soul and heart. If you asked him when he first began to feel something for her he would answer (if you were lucky enough to find him drunk), third year. It was then that he had seen her like a young woman. For the first time he had realized that she was a member of the gentle sex. Strangely though it was when he had been menaced by her wand near Hagrid’s hut. Sure he had felt a bit insulted when she had slapped him but that was another story. He knew that he deserved it, at least he had begun paying for what he said to her, the insults he called her.

Then came a second memory. It was during the Quidditch World Cup, his father and his fellow death eaters were wrecking havoc back at the campsite. He was waiting and watching in the forest and then he saw her again. What was she still doing here among all this chaos. Wasn’t Potter smart enough to make sure she was placed in a safe place, away from death eaters. Well, if he was so stupid to not do anything to protect such a beauty then it was up to him. And he did, he told Potter and that stupid Weasel to guard her and even though the words he used were insulting his intentions were purely to protect her since he couldn’t openly protect her he at least would try to do so indirectly.

Many more were the memories that he relived when he thought of her, however Draco knew that if he strained to forget her before, now it was going to be impossible for he had tasted who he had dreamed of for two years now. With his father gone and the revelation of her real name Draco Malfoy knew that nothing more stood in his way. No more obstacles. He could have her now. He wanted her to look at him the same way she looked at her friend Potter. He wanted her in his arms every night while he made love to her and every morning when he woke up. In his mind he pictured the scene he had witnessed that morning, though instead of Ewan he saw himself.

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Ewan woke to see he had slept in his room tonight. He had thought that maybe things wouldn’t change even if someone found out about their relationship but last night, last night one of the most strangest things had happened.

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Ewan had just finished his transfiguration essay when he heard a firm knock on the door. He hadn’t been expecting anybody so he wondered who it was. Upon opening the door he was met by none other than Ronald Weasley. Red hair smothered by growth and what he was sure was gel, freckled face and a Quidditch-player’s physic, his blazing eyes were staring at him, ready for the kill.

“I would like to start by asking you who gave you the bloody password of the prefects’ tower but I probably wouldn’t get an answer. Other than that, what may I help you with Weasley?” asked the Gryffindor prefect walking out of his room only to have Ron push him so as to be able to enter, “I forgot to ask you if you wanted to come in…say what you must Weasley and then kindly sod out of my room,” burst Ewan in annoyance.

“I want to know what you have done to be worthy of taking my place as prefect,” spoke harshly Ron.

“Isn’t being ME enough? Seriously Weasley, did you believe for one second that you had earned this position because of your own brain? Don’t make me lau-”

“Ewan we have a problem to discuss…”, came Hermione’s voice from the entrance. She was wearing the night gown he had given her as a present, he had actually chosen it with Lestaw but then he had been the only one to have the guts to give it to her. It was a long and crimson satin night dress, it had beautiful black embroidery on it’s hand cuffs and on the rim of the dress. The cut was very low and v-shaped. Luckily it had an equally beautiful shawl to go with it in case of cold temperature. “I see you have company,” stated Hermione before closing the door behind her. She then fixed her shawl, walked towards Ewan’s bed and sat down. “Oh, just pretend I’m not here,” she said looking at Ron with innocent eyes. He let a small phantom of a smile grace his face, he was tricked by her fake innocent eyes.

“As I was saying Weasley, I don’t have any sort of obligation that makes me tell everybody why I’m prefect and you’re not. If you are so needy of an answer then go ask the Headmaster himself, although I’m not sure he would be very happy of being questioned by a young student about his motives,” finished Ewan as he emerged from his walk-in closet fully clothed in a crimson silk pajama.

“Don’t fucking play mental games with me Slytherin!” yelled Ron standing from the chair he was sitting on. He then walked up to Ewan with a menacing stance and holding his wand.

“Put the wand down Weasley,” said Ewan directing a cold stare to Ron’s red face, “if you have nothing more to say I suggest you leave my room this instant!” he then screamed.

Ron merely smirked an un-Ron smirk, “temper, temper Slytherin…” he said and then walked out of this room.

As soon as he was out of the room Ewan turned to Hermione with a much more relaxed face, “he’s growing up isn’t he?” said Ewan mocking a proud face.

“Oh shut up, you’re so immature,” giggled back Hermione.

“Me immature? What ever do you mean my dear sister. I reckon you’re standing up for the Weasel then?” teased Ewan handing her a bag with his change of clothes so that next morning he wouldn’t have to come back to his room to shower. When Hermione didn’t take it he looked up at her with a questioning gaze.

“This is one of the reasons why I’ve come here to talk to you. I think we should end our relationship right now,” she said not knowing what his reaction would be because even though they had a very intimate relationship they also had family bonds that couldn’t be broken up that easily. To her their sexual relationship wasn’t that important so as to risk discovery or even worse expulsion. She just hoped that for him it was the same.

“So you’re saying that from now on if I want to console you I’ll have to give you only my shoulder to cry on?” asked Ewan with a smile on his face. He had known from the moment it had started that it would end when she had enough strength to stand on her own. He also knew that to her it hadn’t been as important as it had been to him. However they were still brother and sister and he hoped that she would still turn to him for important matters and decisions.

Hermione smiled one of her most heart felt smiles and hugged him tightly. Suddenly a burst of light emitted from the palm of his right hand making him and Hermione back of from each other to see what was wrong. Observing his hand as the light dimmed Hermione and Ewan noticed a green leaf-formed mark.

“What do you suppose it is?” asked suddenly Hermione.

“I don’t know but first thing I’m doing tomorrow morning is going to see Pomfrey for it,” answered Ewan. He then accompanied Hermione to the door and kissed her on the forehead, “good night sis.”

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Ewan walked out of the shower and then walked directly into his walk-in closet where he got dressed to go see Madame Pomfrey, just like he had promised Hermione. The only thing in his mind was what he was going

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Like always Hermione woke up at six thirty. A small yawn was in order before she could even think of getting out of bed and so she did…she yawned like if there was no tomorrow and for the first time she didn’t feel empty and lonely. She didn’t know why but regaining some of her previous life meat a lot to her, more than she ever thought. Now she had Harry’s friendship and she had finally put and end to that absurd relationship she had with Ewan. Everything was as normal as it could ever get. Maybe the only peculiar thing was that the third person that shared her and Ewan’s secret was none other than her ex mortal enemy.

Oh well. She had to start her new life in some way or another and if it meant that she had to re-see who were her friends and foes then so be it. Not that she was best buds with Malfoy but sharing something so intimate with him and having him not saying a thing to anybody made her feel she could trust him. Maybe not with her life but still, she felt he was different than what she had always seen him to be.

Tired of thinking too much she drifted into the shower and let cold refreshing water clear her mind. Then the water turned hot and brought back life into her veins. Walking out of the bathroom completely rinsed from her preoccupations Hermione walked into her walk-in closet already knowing what to wear. Hermione walked out of he closet a couple of minutes later.

Suddenly Draco burst into her room wearing a worried expression, one she had never seen him wear., “what is so important to make you barge in my room at the crack of dawn Malfoy?” asked Hermione as she picked up her wand and opened the curtains. Outside the sun was barely beginning to rise.

“I have just seen a thestral leave a small bundle near the lake, since you’re a genius I thought you might want to come and see what it is. The thestral just flew away seconds after leaving it behind,” informed Draco with a serious expression. Grabbing her wand Hermione nodded at Draco telling him they should go check it out before it disappeared.


Soon they were both running out of the castle reaching what appeared to be two parcels wrapped in a white cloth.


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I had warned you what chapter 5 would contain so don’t complain. Anyway, I want to thank those who wrote nice and constructive reviews *throws rose petals and confetti screaming thank you*. I’d rather do my own mistakes and have no one beta my chapters because then they wouldn’t be mine, thanks for the suggestion anyway. A lot of thank-yous also go to all of those who read and appreciate my story, I hope you keep reading and reviewing (not only my stories). Mondo-big hugs to you all!!!
I have decided to not give anymore previews of future chapters so I’ll give you one little bit of info of what is to come in the future chapters (notice the “S” for plural…). Here goes…

As the threat of Voldemort’s return becomes more concrete more problems come under the light. Hermione and Draco are bounded together by a mission. They must help two mysterious children that don’t remember anything other than their names. Will they find something else other than what they are looking for? Does the past hold the question or the answer? And…what does Draco’s obsession with violet flavored ice cream got anything to do with all this?

Stay tuned!

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