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What If?

Hermione thought the broomstick was suspicious. Who would send Harry a brand-new broom like that? She tried to get him to see reason, but Ron stuck his nose in and told Hermione to leave it; but after Professor Quirrell in first year, and the basilisk and memory of Voldemort in second year, and now a wanted criminal was after him, she couldn’t help but think it was tied to Sirius Black, or worse, Voldemort somehow. 

So, Hermione did what she thought was best. She went to see Professor McGonagall. That night, in Gryffindor tower, Professor McGonagall came into the common room. 

“Mister Potter, a word please.” Her voice was stern, and Hermione tried to make herself as small as possible in an armchair by the fire. 

“Is everything okay Professor?” Harry was curious, he never had a teacher come to the common room to speak with him before. 

“It’s come to my attention that you’ve been gifted a Firebolt; as it was anonymous, I must insist on holding onto it for further inspection.” Harry was crushed. He hadn’t even had a chance to fly it yet. Hermione felt guilty and went to apologise to him. 

“You!” Ron bellowed from beside Harry, making him wince. 

“I had to Ron!” Hermione’s voice was high, she knew an argument was coming and she desperately fought back the tears. 

“Harry, I'm sorry, but with Sirius Black out there, how do you know for sure who sent you the broom? It could be Voldemort for all we know!” There was a collective gasp as she spoke You-Know-Who's name. 

“No Hermione, this is out of order! Harry hasn’t even had a chance to fly it yet!” Ron was flailing his arms around wildly; he always did have a flare for dramatics. 

“Hermione, I understand you were doing it for my safety, but Ron’s right. I haven’t flown it yet and why would You-Know-Who send me a broom? He wants me dead, not flying around!” Harry was disappointed in his friend. 

“He could have cursed it!” Hermione was crying now while Ron and Harry just looked more and more annoyed. 

“If Professor McGonagall breaks this broom Hermione, I'm blaming you.” Harry and Ron left her then and made their way up to the dormitories; still muttering their annoyances about her. 

Fleeing the common room, Hermione sought shelter in the one place she wouldn’t be bothered; the library. 

She sat at the furthest table from the door, the one closest to the restricted section and sobbed.  

“What’s bothering you this time Granger? Lost another hairbrush in that bushy mane of yours?” The drawling voice of Draco Malfoy made Hermione lift her head up from the desk. 

“Leave me alone Malfoy.” Then in a smaller voice, she whispered. “Please.” 

Malfoy wasn’t sure what it was. The sight of the great Hermione Granger being reduced to a mess of blubbering tears didn’t bring him quite as much joy as he imagined. Even the insult of her hair tasted like ash on his tongue. 

“Wait Granger, what is it? What's happened?” He found himself putting his satchel down and sitting in the chair next to her. 

Hermione sniffed and wiped her face. “Harry and Ron have fallen out with me.” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “What did they do this time?” He sat closer to her, leaning in so they could keep their voices low. 

“I told Professor McGonagall about Harry’s new broom, and she took it away for inspection.” She wondered why she was still sat here, talking to Draco Malfoy of all people, but when he wasn’t sneering at her, or throwing insults her way, he was pleasant enough company. 

“That’s it? And they fell out with you over it?” Malfoy scowled. “That’s pathetic of them.” Hermione shrugged. “It’s always been that way; Ron never wanted to be my friend even back in first year. He would laugh at me; call me names and it was only after the troll incident on Halloween we sort of all became friends. Harry and Ron were friends with each other first.” Hermione wasn’t sure why she bared her soul to Malfoy that evening, but it felt nice to get it off her chest. 

Draco felt guilty. He thought he was the only one throwing insults at her; he assumed she’d be looked after by her fellow lions, but he was clearly mistaken. 

“Look, Granger. I’m sorry, yeah?” He shuffled in his seat; uncomfortable at apologising. 

“You haven’t done anything.” She shrugged. With a small smile, she added “this time.” He couldn’t help but huff a laugh at the wit of the girl beside him. 

“I’m sorry about that too you know. The things I've said to you; I'm not sorry for insulting Potter and Weasley though. Those Gryffindors need to learn to take better care of their own.” He folded his arms to hide his clenched fists. 

“It’s fine. Like I said, it’s not the first time it’s happened.” Hermione pulled a textbook out from her bag and began to read, she expected Malfoy to leave, but to her surprise, he pulled out a book from his own bag, and the two sat in comfortable silence; they exchanged comments about the books they were reading, and it wasn’t long before Madam Pince came to shoo them from the library. 

“Thanks for talking with me Draco.” Hermione said, as they left the library. “It’s alright, you look like you needed it, and I'm sorry again.” He gave her a small smile and her stomach flipped.  

She gave him a curt nod and they went their separate ways to the common rooms.  

Thankfully, the Gryffindor common room was empty when she returned, so she made her way up to the dormitory and got herself ready for bed, a ghost of a smile on her face as she replayed the evening in the library in her head. 

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A few days had gone by, and Harry and Ron still weren’t speaking to her. She repeatedly told herself she wasn’t bothered by it; they hadn’t hounded her for homework advice, and she actually got to study in the library; plus, she didn’t have to constantly lie about her time-turner use. Nobody was paying attention to her anymore. Well, she thought nobody was paying her attention.  

Draco couldn’t stop thinking about the night in the library. What had possessed him to go over to her? Initially, it had been to mock her, but ever the pureblood gentleman, he couldn’t stand to see a girl cry, even if that girl was Granger.   

Now he was looking, he could see her isolation from her house. The boys all sided with Harry and Ron, and she’d never been close to the other girls by the looks of it. Even the female Weasley was giving her a hard time over the blasted broomstick.   

So, they found themselves meeting in the library most evenings. They always sat at the hidden away table; and they talked. They talked of their childhoods and their parents. They talked of their favourite things to do and all other favourites they had. It was surprising just how much they had in common once Malfoy had put aside his bigotry.   

What surprised Hermione the most happened on a Friday evening; two weeks after the broom incident.  

Draco Malfoy came sauntering into the library, with what appeared to be a fuzzy orange something in his arms. Hermione gasped when she saw he was carrying Crookshanks.  

“Malfoy why do you have my cat!” She took the half-kneazle off him and he brushed down his robes. “That’s yours?” He laughed, and Hermione thought it was her new favourite sound.  

“I bought him in Diagon before the start of the year, he keeps going missing.” She stroked Crookshanks under his chin and he purred. Placing him down so he could wander, she sat at the table and Draco joined her.  

“He keeps finding his way into the dungeons. We started feeding him.” Hermione stared, open mouthed. “What do you mean, ‘we’?” “Don’t stress Granger, Daphne and I have been taking good care of him.” She looked back to see Crookshanks make his way over to Draco, flicking his tail around his calf.  

“Wow.” Hermione muttered to herself. “He doesn’t do that to anyone except me.” Draco looked at her then. “What do you mean? He's always either on my bed or Daphne’s.” “You’re serious! He loathes Harry and Ron, he never usually stays in the common room, just my bed or the rest of the castle.” She was stunned. Crookshanks had never warmed to Harry and Ron, although Ron did have that hideous rat with him, she couldn’t blame her familiar.  

“Maybe he recognises good breeding.” Draco stuck his chest out and clutched the front of his robes. “Careful Malfoy, that almost sounded like a compliment; he is my familiar after all.” Blushing, Draco cleared his throat. “Yeah well, like I said, don’t worry that beautiful brain of yours. He's safe with us.” Hermione blushed and Draco froze, realising what he had said.  

She cleared her throat and Crookshanks took off again down the aisles of books. They completed their homework and exchanged comments and debates on the subject they were writing about; a few stolen glances here and there, both smiling and blushing slightly if they caught the other looking.  

“If you’d like, you can stop by the common room some time, you’ll see then how comfortable Crooks is with us.” Draco said as they stood to leave.  

“Er, yeah, sure. But will people mind?” Hermione could just picture Pansy Parkinson’s face at her sitting in the common room. “Nah, and I'll say something if they do.” Draco said it so casually, but it made Hermione beam.   

“Okay Draco. Thank-you.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and went to leave when she heard him clear his throat. “It’s late Granger, would you like an escort back to Gryffindor Tower?” He looked down at the floor as if he was having an internal battle with himself.  

“You don’t have to, it’s so far away from the dungeons.” She smiled softly at him. “I insist.” He offered his arm to her, but she rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be a prat.” She scoffed. “I take it back, you’re not from good breeding.” She looked furious for a moment, until she saw the playful smirk on his face.  

They bantered that way up until they reached the fat lady’s portrait. “Well, thank-you for the escort, good Sir.” She mock curtseyed him and he laughed. He bowed to her, earning him a giggle in response. “My lady.” They bade one another a good night and Hermione entered Gryffindor common room.  

“Where have you been?” Ron broke her train of thought. “The library, and since when are you speaking to me.” She raised her chin at him, refusing to shed anymore tears for the boy in front of her.   

“Harry got his broom back.” Ron shrugged.   

“So that’s the only reason you’re talking to me then? Well, until you both apologise, I don’t want to hear it!” She turned on her heel and exited the common room. Her feet carrying her down to the dungeons.  

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Hermione wrapped her cloak around her tightly. Merlin, it was freezing down here. She wondered how she’d get into the common room, she wasn’t a Slytherin, and she certainly didn’t know the password. She chewed her lip, questioning whether it was a good idea or not; mustering her Gryffindor courage, she knocked on the door.  

“Who the fuck knocks?” She heard a female voice from inside shout.   

“I’ll get it.” Came a voice she knew all too well.  

She saw the door open, and Draco stepped out slightly. “Granger, is everything alright?” She couldn’t speak; the tears were on the verge of making a reappearance, so she shook her head. “Well, come in then. Welcome to Slytherin.” She took a deep breath and followed him in.  

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Pansy screeched.  

“Pansy, do us a favour and fuck off yeah? Granger’s just here to see her familiar.” Draco spoke in a tone that didn’t permit an argument.  

Hermione was suddenly engulfed in a hug by a blonde-haired witch. “It’s so lovely to officially meet you Hermione! My name is Daphne Greengrass.” The blonde witch smiled at Hermione, and she felt herself relax; her tears mercifully stayed away. “Crooks is just in our dorms at the moment, but I'm sure he’ll be down soon.” Hermione would never have thought this witch would be a Slytherin, she was just so...nice.  

“Please just ignore Pansy. We do most of the time.” This came from another boy Hermione recognised as Thedore Nott. He was third in their year, behind only her and Draco. He stuck his hand out for her to shake. “Theo, I know who you are, we’ve had the same classes for three years now.” Hermione rolled her eyes but shook his hand anyway.  

“Well, isn’t this lovely? Granger, if you’re going to be making this a regular thing, may I be bold as to suggest you tame your hair? It's bad for our image.” Pansy spoke with indignation but threw her a jar of Sleekeazy’s hair potion anyway. “Er, thanks Pansy. I think.”   

Hermione went to put the jar on the inside of her robes, when Draco spotted the flash of gold.  

“Granger, is that-?” Hermione quickly stuffed the time-turner down the front of her shirt. “Just a necklace Malfoy.” He raised an eyebrow, but she mouthed ‘later’ to him, and he nodded once.   

***  

Hermione thought the Slytherin’s were great. She missed Harry and Ron, but she never felt valued or appreciated by them, they only wanted her to help with their homework, and they never spoke of things that were of interest to her.  

Pansy and Daphne taught Hermione how to tame her hair. Draco would debate that day's lessons with her, and Thedore turned out to be a wonderful study buddy.  

She was escorted back to Gryffindor tower each night by Draco, who was then met by Pansy and Theo part way back to the dungeons, so he wasn’t out alone either.  

“So Draco. You and Granger.” Theo said to him once he’d met up with them.  

“What about me and Granger?” He asked.  

“Oh, so there is a you and Granger?” Pansy laughed.  

“Can we all stop saying me and Granger?” Draco groaned. Pansy and Theo laughed, and Draco joined in.  

“Fine, but what is going on there? How did it start?” Theo asked him again. Draco told them both about the first night in the library, and how things just carried on from there.  

“So, you won’t be asking me to Hogsmeade anytime soon then?” Pansy pulled a face; she was always under the impression her and Draco would get together.  

“Listen Pans, you’re great, but I think Theo might be wanting to ask you. Plus, imagine Potter and the weasel’s face if I turned up to Hogsmeade with Granger?” Draco smirked at them, and they burst into fits of laughter again.  

“Seriously Draco, do you like her? She’s not what I thought she’d be, she has a sense of humour and she’s more suited to Slytherin than some actual Slytherins!” Pansy couldn’t believe her own words, but after spending so many nights with Hermione, she could see why Draco was drawn to her.  

“I think I do Pans. But what do I do?” He hated talking about feelings, his father had always told him to keep his feelings bottled up. They would only be used against you at a later date.  

“Ask her. You've got our support, and I’ll write to your mother if necessary.” Pansy shrugged.  

“Thanks Pans. You too Theo.” He clapped Theo on the back and kissed Pansy’s cheek.  

They entered the Slytherin common room and Draco went straight up to his room.  

“Oh Theo. He’s completely smitten with her.” Pansy smiled after the blonde and Theo wrapped an arm around her. “That he is. Speaking of smitten, now I know I'm not in competition for your affections, what do you say we do go to Hogsmeade next weekend?” He looked down at Pansy who smiled back up at him. “I’d like that Theo.”  

***  

Hermione had felt herself drifting away from Harry, Ron and the rest of Gryffindor. She still contributed to her lessons and turned in top marks in every homework assignment, but the times she wasn’t in the library, she was in the Slytherin common room.  

Harry and Ron hadn’t even tried making amends with her; they didn’t sit with her in lessons, and they refused to go into the library.  

“They haven’t even tried! It's like I didn’t practically save their lives over the last two years!” She dropped onto the couch in the Slytherin common room next to Pansy. Daphne came over and gave her a hug. Hermione had never had proper friends and she was thankful for the connections she was forming with the Slytherin girls.  

“Are you okay Granger?” Draco had come down from the boy’s dorm to find her sat with Daphne and Pansy. “I am now. Who thought I'd be happier here.” She chuckled lightly. “Draco I actually need to talk to you about something.” Hermione stood up and the two went over to the far side of the common room.  

“What do you think that’s about?” Daphne whispered to Pansy. “No idea Daph, but I'm sure we’ll find out at some point.” The two witches picked up the latest Witch Weekly magazine and skimmed through it, their eyes looking back up to Hermione and Draco every now and then.  

“What is it?” Draco sat on a deep green leather couch and Hermione sat beside him. “I have something I need to tell you, but you can’t tell anyone, okay?” Draco looked concerned for a moment.  

“Er, sure Granger.” He swallowed, waiting with anticipation at what she could want to tell him.  

Hermione pulled at the gold chain from around her neck, revealing her time-turner. Draco was stunned; he’d heard of time-turners of course, but he’d never seen one up close.  

“It’s how I'm taking so many classes this year; Harry and Ron laughed at me when I told them I was studying Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. But I couldn’t pick just one elective, so Professor McGonagall made me swear I wouldn’t abuse it.” Hermione tucked it back into her shirt.  

“I promise I won’t say anything, just make sure you’re looking after yourself as well yeah?” Draco relaxed, although it was serious business messing with time like that.  

“I was thinking if I could come back here and nap or eat or whatever, you know, when another me is in class or studying.” She whispered to him.  

“Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem; I'll give you the password every week and just go up to my dorm, it’ll be empty during the day.” Draco suggested.  

“Yo-you want me to go to your dorm?” Hermione blushed; she had never been in a boy’s dorm before. It felt a bit wrong.  

“I mean just to study!” Draco blushed. “But yeah, it won’t be an issue. Besides, you can just say Crooks is there.” Hermione considered what he’d said for a moment before agreeing.  

“It’s late Draco, I should head back to Gryffindor.” Hermione stifled a yawn and Draco stood; offering his hand she grabbed it and he pulled her off the couch. “Your escort awaits.” She laughed and rolled her eyes at the blonde. He was the perfect gentleman when he wanted to be.  

Unfortunately for Hermione, the doorway to the Gryffindor common room was ajar; Harry and Ron had just stepped out and stood, open mouthed at the sight in front of them.  

Hermione Granger, on the arm of Draco Malfoy, laughing and joking with one another.  

Hermione stopped in her tracks and felt Draco tense beside her, he dropped her arm and they both looked at each other with unease.  

Nobody spoke for a few minutes, until Ron opened his mouth. “Mione what are you doing with him?” He was scowling; hands balled up into fists and shaking.  

“I was being escorted back to the common room Ron, what does it look like?” Hermione held her head high, she was not being chastised by somebody who picked up and dropped her friendship when it suited them.  

“Hermione, why are you with Malfoy?” Harry spoke in a gentler tone, but he couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. “We’ve become friends, Potter. Friends escort friends to their common room at night.” Draco emphasised the ‘P’ of Harry’s surname with as much disgust as he could.  

“Since when were you friends with him ‘Mione?” Ron was shouting now. “Since you decided that a broomstick was more important than me, Ronald. And stop calling me ‘Mione!” Hermione shouted back; she’d always hated that stupid nickname the boys had come up with.  

“Stay away from her Malfoy!” Harry went to draw his wand, but Hermione was quicker. She cast Expelliamus and Harry’s wand flew out of his hand, into her own. “Draco is doing nothing wrong! We're friends. Deal with it.” Hermione ignored the retort coming from them and turned to face Draco instead.  

“I’m sorry about that, maybe you should go back to the dungeons.” She smiled sadly at him. “It wasn’t your fault, just be careful, okay?” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “My lady.” She couldn’t help but laugh, repeating their actions from another night. “Good sir.” Bowing her head to him, she then marched past Harry and Ron without a single look or word to them and headed inside the common room.  

“Potter. Weasel. This has been fun.” Draco resumed his drawling tone without Hermione present. “Shove off Malfoy. And leave Hermione alone!” He laughed at them. “You really don’t appreciate everything she’s done for you, do you? She got you past the potions to get the stone, she figured out how the massive snake moved around the castle AND she’s helped you with your homework more times than you can count.”  

Harry and Ron were floored. Nobody had ever stuck up for Hermione like this, even Harry and Ron had laughed behind her back before about her bookish tendencies and swotty attitude.  

“So what? You're going to forget calling her a mudblood? You're going to forget you’re supposed to hate her?” Ron spat.  

“No Weasel. I haven’t forgotten what my father has told me, but for once, I'm making my own decisions. Now, if you don’t mind, this conversation has gone on far too long for my liking. Goodnight.” With that, Draco turned and met up with Pansy and Theo who were sat with their backs to the stone wall, wondering where in Merlin’s name Draco had got to.  

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The atmosphere at the Gryffindor table that morning was frosty. Harry and Ron weren’t speaking to Hermione, and Hermione wasn’t speaking to Harry or Ron. Ginny had sided with her brother and Harry too, so Hermione sat alone at the end of the table, near the first years.  

Daphne and Pansy noticed and nudged Draco; he turned around to see Hermion alone and felt sorry for her. “What can we do?” He asked them. “I don’t know, but I don’t like the fact she’s sat alone.” Daphne responded; Pansy nodded in agreement. “Do you think she could sit here?” Draco shook his head. “Imagine what Potty and Weasel would do then.”  

The three sat in silence, exchanging glances and looking at Hermione; Hermione looked up and gave them all a little smile. Draco was relieved to see it brighten her face, if only temporarily.  

Once breakfast had finished, it was time for the Gryffindors and Slytherins to head down to the outer grounds of Hogwarts, for their Care of Magical Creatures lesson; Professor Grubbly-Plank had retired the previous year, so this year they would be taught by Rubeus Hagrid. Draco thought it was a load of rubbish; Hagrid was the groundskeeper, not a teacher. He kept his thoughts to himself however, he didn’t want to further upset Hermione.  

Another reason Draco, and most of the student body, disliked this lesson was the textbook. It was an ugly looking thing, with eyes and a nasty temper. Crabbe and Goyle had already laughed at Longbottom when his robes were torn by the book.  

“Right class!” Hagrid called them all to attention and the group of students formed a semi-circle around him; Draco had come to stand beside Hermione and while she smiled at him, Harry and Ron glared.  

“I’ve got a great lesson planned for you today! If you could open your books to-” Hagrid was cut off by Draco; he’d had enough of the half-giant.  

“Exactly how do we do that?” He sneered. Hagrid’s cheeks flushed. “Just stroke the spine of course!” The students muttered to themselves, but Hagrid was right; once the spine of the book had been stroked, the book seemed to relax and open.  

“I still think they’re irresponsible. Someone could get hurt.” Hermione whispered to Draco. “I know, wait until my father hears Dumbledore’s got this oaf teaching classes.” Hermione smacked his chest. “Draco that was rude. It's not like Dumbledore had a choice, with the dementors being here, nobody wanted the job. Hagrid's the only one here who can look after a range of creatures.” Draco hummed in response. “You’re right Granger, I’m sorry for insulting him, although I still don’t like the textbook.” They exchanged smiles and Harry and Ron were giving each other a look that said, ‘did we really just hear that?’  

Hagrid cleared his throat. “I’d like you all to meet Buckbeak!” He was like a small child, giddy with excitement at the prospect of showing the kids something he was interested in. Hermione could appreciate his enthusiasm; it was like when she got a new book or began to debate a topic that she was well versed in.  

“Hagrid, what is that?” Ron looked terrified. Buckbeak had the hind legs of an oversized horse, but the front of an enormous eagle, with large talons and an even bigger wingspan.  

“That Ron is a Hippogriff. Now the first thing to know about Hippogriffs is that they’re very proud creatures. You do not want to go and insult a Hippogriff; it may very well be the last thing you ever do.” There was an audible gulp among the students.  

“Now, who wants to come and say hello?” Hagrid ignored the terror on their faces as they all took a step back. “Ahh well done Harry!” Harry span round to see he was the only student who hadn’t stepped back.  

As Harry began to slowly walk forward, Hermione clutched the side of Draco’s robe. He looked down at her but all he saw was terror etched onto her face. He loosened her grip on him, and she let go; as she went to sidestep away from him, he grabbed her and kept an arm around her waist. “It’s alright, nothing will happen to Saint Potter.” He whispered in her ear. His breath tickled her ear, and she squirmed slightly as she blushed. “Thanks.”  

Neither of them moved while Hagrid talked Harry through the steps of greeting Buckbeak. Draco could feel Hermione tighten her own grip around his waist as she watched on. Suddenly, Harry was picked up and placed on Buckbeak’s back; with a loud thwack, Hagrid hit the Hippogriff’s hind legs and he took off on a run before soaring into the air.  

While Hagrid began to walk toward the edge where Buckbeak took off from, Ron couldn’t hold back his temper. “Why are you cuddled up to Malfoy?” Hermione looked at Ron, her arm still firmly around Draco. “What’s it to you Ron?” She turned her back to him and walked away. Draco followed her, throwing Ron his signature smirk as he went.  

They joined the rest of the Slytherins who had no interest in Harry or Buckbeak; instead, they milled around on the grass, exchanging snacks and talking. “Mind if we join you?” Draco said to Theo and Pansy. They made room so Draco and Hermione could sit.  

“I can’t believe how I didn’t see it before! Everyone really does worship Harry don’t they?” Hermione said to the trio. “I’m just glad you’ve seen sense.” She rolled her eyes at Theo, she did that a lot with the Slytherins, but still found their company more enjoyable.  

There was no more talk of Harry or the Hippogriff from that moment, they spoke only of the new Defence teacher and what their plans were for the weekend.  

“Do we know much about the new professor?” Theo asked. While Pansy and Draco shook their heads Hermione nodded. “He was in our compartment on the train. A dementor came in and attacked Harry.” Draco sniggered at this and Hermione ignored him. “He cast a patronus and sent it away.”  

The group of Slytherins were in awe; Professor Lupin seemed to know his stuff. There was a commotion as Harry touched back down on solid land with Buckbeak. He and Hagrid exchanged a few words and Hagrid dismissed the class.  

“Well that was a waste of an hour.” Hermione huffed. “Yes, I wonder what you’d do if you could relive it.” Draco murmured, so only she could hear; a playful grin on his face.  

They got up from the lawn and made their way past Buckbeak to head inside when suddenly, the Hippogriff reared its hind legs and struck out at Draco. Hermione screamed and Hagrid came running over. “What happened Hermione?” Hagrid was pale. He was terrified something had happened to a student.  

“We were walking back to the castle, and I don’t know, we were laughing and then Buckbeak attacked Draco.” Hermione had tears in her eyes.  

Draco’s robe had torn and there were three large scratch marks along his arm; blood was dripping down his arm at an alarming rate.  

Pansy and Theo came over and between the three of them, got Draco up and led him inside. They needed to get to Madam Pomfrey. “Serves him right for insulting Buckbeak.” Ron muttered as Hermione walked past. “Ron, did you not hear me! He didn’t do anything.” Hermione shoved past Ron’s shoulder and turned her attention back to Draco.  

“Are you alright?” He was deathly pale at the blood loss and stayed quiet. “mm’okay.” He mumbled.  

***  

Draco had been in the hospital wing for two days. Hermione dutifully brought him notes and homework from their lessons so he wouldn’t miss out. His arm was mostly healed, and he wore a sling for support.  

Due to Hermione’s near constant presence, he managed in lessons; she would help him with potion ingredients, and she made sure to copy her notes so Draco could study later. When they were making their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts, Draco stopped her, and they stood in an alcove in the castle.  

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Draco had moved his hand down her wrist to link his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him brightly. “I’d like that. Is this um, as in a date?” Hermione had never considered herself to be attractive, which is why she focussed so much on academics. “I’d like for it to be a date.” Draco stated plainly.  

“I’d like very much to go to Hogsmeade with you Draco.” He kept his hand that wasn’t in the sling, in hers; their fingers entwined.  

Professor Lupin had rearranged the classroom, so no desks were available to sit at; instead, he had the students gather in a group where they were faced with a large, ornate wardrobe. The wardrobe rattled ominously and after the morning with Buckbeak, all the students were wary.  

“Good morning class! Today we’ll be having a practical lesson, so wands out! Today we’re going to be learning about boggarts. Now, can anyone tell me exactly what a boggart is?” Professor Lupin looked from face to face, until he saw a hand shoot up in the air.  

“Ahh yes, Miss...” He paused, waiting for her name. “Granger, sir. A boggart is a shapeshifter. It takes the form of whatever a person fears the most, nobody knows what it truly looks like.” Professor Lupin smiled at her.  

“Ten points to Gryffindor, well done Miss Granger.” He exclaimed.  

“Now, as Miss Granger has correctly pointed out, we do indeed have a boggart. The incantation for dealing with a boggart is ‘ Riddikulus’ The idea is to change its form from something you fear, to something that you find funny.  

“I want you all to think of something you fear, and how you can turn it into something funny. Miss Granger, would you like to step forward?” Hermione nodded; she stepped forward nervously. “I bet it’s McGonagall telling her she failed everything.” Ron mumbled to Harry who bit his cheek to suppress his laughter.  

“Mister Weasley I assume?” Professor Lupin looked at Ron, who flushed red at being caught out. “Er, yes Sir. Ron Weasley.” Professor Lupin nodded once in acknowledgement. “In future, I'd like for you to keep your unkind words to yourself. Miss Granger, take a step back and Mister Weasley you will go first.” Hermione mouthed a thank-you to Professor Lupin and returned to stand next to Draco.  

Ron stood in front of the wardrobe and Professor Lupin opened the door. Eight hairy legs came into view and Ron paled at the sight of the large spider in front of him. Draco and Hermione looked at one another and they both laughed. Thankfully, most of the students had reacted in some way to the spider, so it went unnoticed to the teacher.  

“Remember Mister Weasley, ‘ Ridikulus.’” Professor Lupin reminded Ron of the spell and he repeated the incantation; the spider suddenly had roller-skates on the end of each leg, and was struggling to stand up.  

“Okay, now everyone form a line!” Professor Lupin called, and the students scrambled to get into an orderly line.  

Hermione was up next and she stood in front of the spider – boggart. The spider stopped struggling with the skates and paused. It twisted and turned and before her stood a carbon copy of Draco Malfoy.  

She couldn’t look away as the boggart Draco sneered at her. “As if I'd be interested in a filthy little mudblood like you.” Hermione’s eyes welled up, but she fought back her tears and shouted ‘ Ridikulus’ at the boggart Draco; his neatly pressed uniform crumpled, and his signature blonde hair turned a vivid shade of orange.  

The class broke out into fits of laughter and Hermione ran to the back of the line; her face screwed up with a mixture of humiliation and fear that Draco wouldn’t want to take her on a date.  

Draco moved away from the front of the line before the boggart could react, and hugged Hermione, albeit awkwardly with one arm. The students closest to them gasped. “Don’t listen to it Hermione. It's not real.” He whispered to her, and she hugged him back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” He shook his head. “Don’t apologise, I was horrid to you for two years. Although, I much prefer my hair this colour thank-you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at that.  

“Wait. You called me Hermione.” She looked up at him and he had a look on his face that Hermione had never seen before. “I was going to wait until Hogsmeade, but I think you need something to reassure you and to switch that big brain of yours off. Will you be my girlfriend, Hermione?”  

They hadn’t realised the classroom had fallen silent. All eyes were on them, and they both felt uncomfortable at the sudden attention.  

“That’s enough for today class! I expect two pages of parchment on boggarts by next week!” Professor Lupin commanded the attention of the group once again, but whispers of Draco Malfoy asking out Hermione Granger followed them for the rest of the day.  

“I never got to answer you earlier.” Hermione said to Draco, once they made it down to the Great Hall for lunch. “Yes. I'll be your girlfriend.” She smiled up at him and he leaned in to give her a kiss.  

There was a round of applause from the third year Slytherins and scowls from the Gryffindors. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stayed neutral; they didn’t care enough for either student to get mixed up in the drama.  

It was their first proper kiss and Hermione couldn’t describe it as anything other than magical.  

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The whispers about Hermione and Draco carried over for the remainder of the week. The two of them ignored the looks they got, and Hermione spent her free time in the Slytherin common room; this had since got back to Harry and Ron thanks to Parvati and Lavender gossiping, and the two boys complained to each other about Hermione’s lack of loyalty to her house.  

“In fairness Ron, neither you nor Harry showed Hermione any loyalty over your broomstick, so why do you expect it from her?” This came from Neville Longbottom who had always considered Hermione a friend.  

“Shut it Nev.” Ron grumbled, but Harry couldn’t disagree with him; Neville was right. They had chosen a broomstick over a girl who saved their lives more than once.  

***  

It was Saturday afternoon and Hermione was in Pansy and Daphne’s dorm getting ready for her date. Pansy had helped Hermione pick out an outfit, and Daphne had tidied her curls. As it was beginning to get cold, Hermione wore a tartan skirt, black tights and ankle boots, with a simple black turtleneck.  

She came downstairs to find Draco waiting for her. “You look lovely. I have a gift for you.” He held out a long slim box and Hermione opened it to see a beautiful emerald halo bracelet. “This is stunning Draco, thank-you.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. Holding her wrist out, Draco fastened the bracelet around her and linked their hands so they could head to Hogsmeade.  

Hermione was thankful she wasn’t going to be bothered by Harry or Ron today, as Harry hadn’t got his permission slip signed, he couldn’t go into the village, and not wanting to leave his friend behind; Ron stayed put too.  

Walking down the winding path that led to the wizarding village, they talked of their previous week in school, and they were soon joined by Theo and Pansy, who seemed to be sporting a similar bracelet.  

“Good choice Draco!” Pansy admired the bracelet on Hermione’s wrist. “Did you get it from your family vaults?” Hermione looked shocked. Draco Malfoy asking her to be his girlfriend, and now he was gifting her Malfoy heirlooms!  

“Er, yeah, I did Pansy. I had mother send it over with her last owl.” Pansy whistled out a low ‘wow.’  

“So your parents know about me?” Hermione felt a sudden urge of insecurity hit her as she remembered Mister Malfoy in Flourish and Blotts during the summer before second year.  

“Mother knows. She's happy for me, although seems to think Pansy is going to hex you at any given moment.” The four of them laughed. “Don’t worry Granger, you’re safe. I have Theodore.” She linked her arm with Theo who was looking smugly proud. “And your father?” Draco furrowed his brow. “My father is a bit more complicated, but mother has assured me she’ll sort it.” Hermione bit her cheek with worry. “You don’t think he’ll make us stop, do you?”  

“Even if he did, I wouldn’t.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t stop the smile forming on her own face.  

“How is your father after Buckbeak?” Hermione knew Lucius Malfoy was furious over Draco’s arm. “He’s called for his execution.” The group were horrified. “You can’t!” Pansy and Theo had shouted. Hermione stayed quiet. “What is it?” Draco asked her. “Although I don’t think it’s right Buckbeak should die, you didn’t see what I did Draco. I was terrified. I thought you were going to die. If you hadn’t-” She was cut off by an engulfing hug from Draco and Pansy; Theo awkwardly patted her on the back, he wasn’t big on physical contact.  

“It’s alright Granger, I'll try and speak to him. Maybe I'll just tell my father about us and that’ll distract him.” His dry sense of humour made Hermione chuckle, despite her conflicting emotions regarding the Hippogriff.  

“Anyway, enough of that. We have a date to go on. Come on.” With that, Draco held Hermione’s hand and the two left the other couple and made their way to the village, first stopping at Honeydukes so Draco could gift Hermione her favourite sweets, sugar quills. They spoke more of what could happen to Hagrid and Buckbeak, and Hermione scrunched her face up at Draco’s suggestion of Madam Puddifoot’s teashop; he was relieved, he didn’t fancy going inside the gaudily decorated shop either, the smell was overwhelming even from the outside.  

***  

As the afternoon wore on, Hermione couldn’t believe her first date was with Draco Malfoy; and he was her boyfriend! She kept catching him looking at her and smiled. They decided to walk further round the village and spotted Ron standing by the shrieking shack.  

“Should we throw snowballs at his head?” Draco whispered in her ear. She couldn’t help but giggle; Ron had been awful to her, she conceded. She nodded and the two began to bewitch the snow around them into snowballs.  

Ron turned around after the first one struck the back of his head and he whipped his head round, looking to see where the snowballs had come from, but couldn’t see his attacker; Hermione and Draco had hidden behind a tree.  

They called the snowballs off after Ron had tried to run away and fell, their laughter threatened to give them away; they hadn’t noticed Harry appear suddenly next to Ron.  

“Hermione! What are you doing?” Hermione stiffened. She peered round from the tree to see Harry standing over Ron, his arm outstretched as he helped him up off the ground. “Shut it Potter.” Draco spoke before Hermione could react.  

“Are you really going out with him Hermione?” Harry looked worried, Hermione suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over her. “I am Harry, sorry that you don’t value my friendship enough to see past it.” She sniffed indignantly.  

“Harry mate, let’s go.” Ron brushed his robes down and completely ignored Hermione and Draco.  

“Well, as long as your happy ‘Mione.” Harry smiled sadly and she realised then, she missed her friend.  

Tears threatened to spill over her eyes and Draco nudged her. “Go after them.” He whispered. “Ar-are you sure?” She asked. Draco nodded and she gave him a tight hug before running after Harry.  

“Harry wait!” Harry spun round to see Hermione running toward them. “What is it? What’s he done?” Hermione shook her head. “Nothing, this is about you and me. I thought we were friends.” Harry looked at Hermione and saw she was on the verge of tears.  

“I miss you Hermione, but you’re not who I thought you were, you’re with Malfoy of all people.” He said to her, and it broke her heart.  

Ron stood there silently; she hadn’t expected him to defend her, but it would have been nice to have her so called friend to stick up for her.  

“Fine. I tried. Goodbye Harry, I hope you and Ron figure out Sirius Black without me.” She stalked off, leaving Harry and Ron standing there, wondering where it had all gone wrong with them.  

***  

Hermione met back up with Draco and they sat down on a blanket Draco had brought with them. He let her cry for her loss of friendship and bit back any sarcastic retorts he thought of. “I’m sorry for ruining our date Draco.” She wiped her eyes, and he brushed her hair behind her ears. He cupped her face gently and kissed her, it was soft and tender. “You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.”  

As the afternoon wound down, the two made their way back to the castle. Hermione followed Draco into Slytherin’s common room, and they sat by the fire with hot chocolates.  

“What did you call this Granger? Burnt chocolate?” Theo frowned at the cup in front of him and Hermione laughed. “Hot chocolate, Theo, but I'm calling it burnt chocolate from now on.” Feeling happy and warm, Hermione’s eyes began to feel heavy.  

“I should head back.” She yawned. “Stay the night with us Granger.” If Hermione hadn’t seen Pansy’s mouth move with the words, she wouldn’t have believed they came from her.  

“What? Really?” Hermione couldn’t sleep in Slytherin could she? She wondered internally what was stopping her. “Sure. We can have a sleepover in the common room.” Daphne chimed in.  

“Um. Sure, okay. But I haven’t got pyjamas with me.” Pansy dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand. “We’re about the same size, you can borrow some of mine.” Hermione smiled and followed Pansy upstairs, with Daphne following shortly after.  

“Boys, it’s up to you to set the common room up.” She smiled sweetly at Draco and Theo, who both groaned, but stood and transfigured the sofas into large mattresses, pillows and duvets.  

Draco's eyes threatened to burst from his skull when Hermione re-entered the common room. She had on a pair of silver silk shorts and a matching strappy vest top. Her hair had been braided and a few loose curls sprang free. “You’re beautiful.” He hugged her close to him and she blushed, she suddenly felt very exposed.  

Pansy, Draco, Theo, Hermione and Daphne all huddled under the quilts and Hermione was enthralled by their conversations of their childhood; to Hermione’s surprise, rather than sneer at her muggle parents, the others had so many questions for her she felt hoarse from talking.  

Eventually, she dozed off and felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her in tight. Her heart hammering in her chest as she realised Draco was cuddling her; she whispered a goodnight to them all and they all fell asleep quickly.  

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Hermione woke the following morning happy and content. She was with her boyfriend, and their friends and she’d never felt happier during her time at Hogwarts. That was, until a monotonous voice woke her up.  

He stood there, taking in the spectacle in front of him; Draco, Hermione, Daphne, Pansy and Theo all lay curled up with one another, deep in slumber. For a moment, he considered letting them sleep, until he shook the thought from his head and cleared his throat.  

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” Professor Snape didn’t need to shout, his tone was enough to shock the five students into bolting upright in sudden panic. “Miss Granger, while there are no rules against the mixing of students in the common room, I must insist you sleep in your own dorm in future, do I make myself clear?” He folded his arms and stared at Hermione, who flushed a deep crimson and mumbled an apology.  

“I suggest you all get dressed and head down to breakfast. 10 points from both Slytherin and Gryffindor for this lack of respect for the rules.” He turned and marched out of the common room; his cloak billowing behind him.  

The girls headed up to the dorm to dress and the boys returned the furniture to its original state. They left the dungeons and headed to the Great Hall. The Gryffindors were silent as they witnessed Hermione Granger join Slytherin for breakfast.  

“Granger, are you sure you want to do this?” Draco asked her. He was thrilled, but he was also concerned for her. “Yes. Harry and Ron have made their decision, so I'm making mine.” She smiled at him, and he kissed her temple. They sat down together for breakfast, and she ignored the glares she was getting from Ginny and Ron.  

***  

Divination was, in Hermione’s opinion, the worst subject she ever had to do. She was convinced Professor Trelawney was a fraud, and perhaps Professor Dumbledore had felt sorry for her when she’d applied for the job. Today's class was tea leaf reading. Hermione had sat with Pansy as she also thought Divination was a woolly subject; she was baffled when she saw how serious Draco and Theo took it.  

“Now take the cup from the person sitting opposite you and tell them what you see.” Professor Trelawney had called in her trance-like voice.  

Pansy took Hermione’s cup and dropped it at once. Her usual calm demeanour was gone and she looked at Hermione with a horrified expression. “What is it Pans?” Hermione took the teacup from Pansy’s shaking hands and looked at the mush of leaves. She couldn’t work out what she was supposed to be looking at, it looked like some sort of skull and snake. But Hermione rolled her eyes, she didn’t like snakes and had no desire to die any time soon.  

“What did you see my dear?” Professor Trelawney noticed the commotion between the girls and drew everyone’s attention to it. Pansy refused to speak; she just shook her head and nervously glanced at the cup. Professor Trelawney picked the cup up and dropped it with a horrified shout; the delicate China cup shattered, and the dredge of tealeaves soaked into the carpet.  

“Please stay seated Miss Granger. Class dismissed!” The students were confused; what had just happened? Pansy rushed from the classroom and the rest of the Slytherin’s followed her. The Gryffindor’s weren’t concerned with Hermione anymore; Harry and Ron included, they were bitter over her and Malfoy, so it was just Hermione and Professor Trelawney left in the classroom.  

“Miss Granger, can you tell me the nature of your relationship with Slytherin house?” Professor Trelawney had dropped all semblance of dreamy tone to her voice and spoke quite clearly and elegantly. “Well, Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend, and I'm friends with the others in my year.” Professor Trelawney nodded at Hermione’s words.  

“And they’ve not spoke of You-Know-Who to you, have they dear?” Hermione was mortified. “No! Of course not! Is that? Can I go now.” Hermione stood, not waiting for an answer, but as she got to the top of the ladder, a strange rattling came from behind her.  

She turned around and saw Professor Trelawney look at her with white, glazed over eyes. “Professor? Is everything alright?” She hesitantly took a few steps toward her teacher but froze when the rasping voice spoke.  

Should she of Virgo turn her back on him; her dragon will be slain  

Should the dragon not be marked; she of Virgo will be cursed forever in pain  

They must come together and fight, for one cannot live without the survival of the other  

The one who holds the power to defeat The Dark Lord will mark she of Virgo as his enemy and stand against her  

The time approaches where the guilty one is discovered, and he shall return to his master  

His master shall return, and his followers will gather by his side.  

“ I’m sorry dear, did you say something?” Professor Trelawney looked at the quivering girl in front of her, but Hermione was rooted to the spot. Something about the Professor’s change in demeanour frightened her, and she thought perhaps that Divination wasn’t quite so woolly.  

“No-nothing Professor. May I go now?” Her voice was shaky, but the Professor nodded and wished her a good rest of the day.  

***  

Hermione was quiet for the rest of the day. She barely spoke to Draco or the rest of the Slytherins, and they were worried about her. Her arms remained firmly by her side during lessons, and she didn’t contribute to answering any questions. Professor McGonagall looked at the girl with a concerned expression.  

As Transfiguration wound up for the day, Professor McGonagall asked to speak with Hermione, as her Head of House, she hadn’t seen much of the Gryffindor in their tower. Draco gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and she walked over to the desk at the front.  

“Is everything alright? Did I make a mistake on my last piece of homework?” Hermione chewed her lip nervously. “Nothing like that dear, I'm worried about you Miss Granger. You've hardly been in Gryffindor Tower for weeks now.”  

Hermione looked down at her feet, unable to meet her teacher in the eye. “I had a falling out with Harry and Ron at the start of the year. Things just kind of spiralled from there, and now I'm dating Draco, they don’t want to know me.” Hermione fiddled with the sleeves of her cloak.  

“Be that as it may, Miss Granger, I can’t have you spending all your free time in another common room.” Professor McGonagall spoke sternly. “But Professor Snape didn’t have an issue with it! He just said I couldn’t sleep-” Hermione stopped speaking, but the damage had been done.  

“Miss Granger, I simply cannot allow you spend any more time away from your house. You're not to step foot in the dungeons, except for Potions lessons, and I certainly don’t want to hear of you sleeping in there again! Do I make myself clear?” She stood and folded her arms across her chest.  

“Yes Professor.” Hermione glumly responded. “There are things at play here that you are far too young to understand. For what it’s worth, I'm sorry it’s come to this, Miss Granger.” Professor McGonagall softened slightly, and Hermione left the classroom.  

She was surprised to see Draco, Theo and Pansy all waiting for her. “You guys didn’t have to wait for me!” She beamed at them, and they scoffed at her Gryffindor tendency of wearing her heart on her sleeve. Slytherin's were supposed to be full of self-preservation.  

Before any of them could say anything further, Crookshanks darted out in front of them, chasing after what appeared to be a large rat. Hermione tried to call him, but the half-kneazle was too engrossed in the hunt.  

“He best not bring that rat back to my bed Granger.” Draco hissed at her, but Hermione rolled her eyes. “Crooks has too much respect for you, if anything, he’ll leave it for Harry or Ron to find.”  

“Oh, please let me know if that happens!” Pansy screeched with laughter. As if conjured by magic, Harry and Ron sped round the corner and nearly crashed into the trio. “Watch it Weasel!” Draco snarled at him.  

“Hermione! Your bloody cat is after Scabbers again!” Ron shouted at her; ignoring the jibe from Draco.  

“He’s a cat Ronald, what do you expect? It's in his nature.” Hermione shrugged. She was not having this argument again.  

Harry and Ron took off again, following the path they assumed Crookshanks had taken; but it was empty. The cat and rat were nowhere to be found.  

Hermione was worried for a moment, but she conceded that Crookshanks was a clever half-kneazle; he’d find his way back.  

She told Draco and Pansy of Professor McGonagall’s warning, and they decided they’d just spend time together in the library.  

“I also have something else to tell you.” She whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear them, or Madam Pince kicking them out. She proceeded to tell Draco and Pansy about the prophecy Professor Trelawney spoke to her.  

“What do you think it means?” Hermione shook her head. “I have no idea, but I don’t like the fact I am a Virgo, and your name is Latin for dragon.” She looked at Draco and Pansy cleared her throat.  

“There’s something I need to tell you as well. It's about the tea leaves.” Pansy told Hermione what she saw in the cup.  

“It’s called a Dark Mark. It's The Dark Lord’s symbol that all his followers have tattooed on them. He used it during the wizarding war to call his followers to him.” Hermione felt sick. Did Draco have to have this Dark Mark? Would she be cursed if he didn’t?  

“And what do you think she meant when she said about the master returning?” Pansy queried. “I assume it has something to do with Sirius Black. He’s a murderer, isn’t he?” She noticed Draco stiffen beside her.  

“He’s my cousin.” Draco was conflicted. Sirius Black was family, but he was a blood traitor according to his Aunt Bellatrix, but then his father did always say his aunt was mad.  

“Do you think he’s capable of returning to You-Know-Who?” Hermione asked. “I don’t know. I never met the man, but Aunt Bella called him a traitor, so I don’t think he followed The Dark Lord.”  

The three of them sat in silence; their thoughts occupied with Dark Marks, murderers and prophecies.  

***  

Everyone underestimated Crookshanks. They saw the smushed face and the bushy tail, and just assumed he was a stupid cat. Crookshanks was not a stupid cat; he was a very intelligent half-kneazle; that’s what his human called him anyway. He loved his human; he didn’t love the two humans in the tower though. He thought they were rude; especially the one with the rat.  

The rat. The rat that wasn’t a rat. No, it was something else.  

Now the other humans he encountered were lovely. Crookshanks liked to sleep on their big comfy beds and curl up with them when they sat by the fire. What one of the human’s didn’t realise is that Crookshanks understood every word he mumbled to him; Draco would lie in bed at night telling Crookshanks all about Hermione, and how brilliant he thought she was.  

Yes, Crookshanks liked this human very much.  

He had been prowling the corridors of Hogwarts looking for a snack, but when he came across the rat he had other ideas. This rat was clever though and knew how to get past Crookshanks and back into the safety of his human’s pocket. Until Crookshanks came across the rat unguarded, and decided it was time to catch it.  

He darted past his human in pursuit of the rat, only mildly concerned that the horrible human who owned the rat, was chasing after him. The rat scurried quickly along the courtyard and made its way to the outer edges of Hogwarts. Crookshanks was hot on its tail when the form of a large black dog distracted him, and the rat escaped Crookshanks’ view.  

The dog studied Crookshanks for a moment and Crookshanks studied the dog. It was another thing, like the rat. Crookshanks was relieved that he could communicate with this dog, he didn’t fancy being its chew toy.  

What are you?  

Me? What are you?  

My human calls me a half-kneazle. My name is Crookshanks.  

I'm known as Padfoot in this form.  

Form? What do you mean by form?  

I'm human. I can transform into this dog you see now.  

Crookshanks was wary, although this human/dog seemed to be honest with him, he didn’t trust a lot of humans. They sniffed around one another until Crookshanks decided that this human was okay.  

What are you doing around here?  

I'm looking for my Godson.  

I don’t know what that is.  

He's a human I should have been responsible for, but somebody broke a promise, and he was left without parents.  

The rat?  

What do you know of the rat?  

A growl escaped Padfoot and Crookshanks hissed at him.  

The rat lives in the tower; my human fell out with its human, but nobody knows it’s not a rat at all. It's like you. It can...transform.  

You're right. His name is Peter and he betrayed James and Lily; he’s the reason I was in Azkaban for twelve years.  

I was trying to catch him.  

Would you be able to help me with something?  

What do you need?  

I need to get into the castle. I need to get the rat, and I need somewhere to hide.  

I'll show you where you can hide.  

With that, Crookshanks led Padfoot down a winding path, until they reached a sentient tree. Crookshanks ducked under the swinging branches and pressed his paw against a rough knot. Suddenly, the tree froze and Crookshanks motioned for Padfoot to follow him.  

Padfoot recognised the Shrieking Shack immediately. He and his friends had spent countless full moons in here, when his best friend Remus had turned into a werewolf. He thanked Crookshanks for his help, and the half-kneazle promised to return the following day, with an idea of how Padfoot could get into the castle.  

The following night, Crookshanks led Padfoot into the castle. He took the dog to the tower where the humans slept and told him where he could find the rat; after a short while there was a commotion, and the entire room was filled with shouting and screaming. Hermione scooped Crookshanks up and put him in his carrier; Crookshanks loathed his carrier.  

***  

“How do you think Sirius Black got into the castle?” Hermione whispered to Harry. They may not have been on the best terms right now, but Hermione had found Harry got himself in a lot of near-death experiences.  

“I don’t know. Ron just freaked and said he saw a big black dog. He said he was sniffing round looking for something.” Harry whispered back, but the movement of footsteps had them feign sleep once more.  

The entire school was camped out in the Great Hall. The ceiling had been bewitched to resemble a clear, star filled sky, and Hermione couldn’t help but look for the Draco constellation. She tried to find his mop of platinum blonde hair, but there were too many students, and Professor Dumbledore had the Slytherin’s camped the furthest away from Gryffindor.  

Lying as still as she could, Hermione evened her breathing. She could hear the faint conversation between Professor’s Dumbledore and Snape.  

“Have you given more thought to the concerns I raised to you Professor? About Professor Lu-” She heard Professor Snape begin, but a sudden ‘shush’ sound silenced him.  

“Severus, I won’t have this conversation here, and you should know by now he thinks Black is guilty. He wouldn’t have let him in the castle for anything.” Professor Dumbledore responded. “What about Potter? Should we tell him?” Professor Snape had never sounded concerned for a student before, and Hermione wondered why there was a hint of worry in his voice when he spoke about Harry.  

“Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.” With that, Hermione couldn’t fight sleep any longer; she would need to speak with Harry tomorrow.  

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Hermione battled with herself over speaking with Harry. He barely left Ron’s side, and she knew she couldn’t have a civil conversation with Harry if Ron was there. She thought of leaving him a note; but what if someone else saw it? She decided she would speak to Draco; Sirius Black was his cousin after all.  

“Hey Draco, can we talk for a moment please?” Hermione whispered to Draco as they sat in the library. He silently agreed and the two left their friends at the table, to go and speak somewhere more privately.  

“I think Professor Lupin let Sirius Black into the castle the other night.” Draco’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” She recounted the conversation she overheard between the headmaster and potions’ master.  

“I think it has something to do with Harry too.” She chewed her lip in worry; Draco hated anything to do with Harry. “Professor Snape asked Dumbledore if Harry should be told; I was surprised to hear him sound worried for him.” “That is strange. I've never known Severus to be concerned with Potter.”  

“Did you want to speak to Potter?” Hermione nodded. “But I don’t know how to talk to him without Ron there.” Draco thought pensively for a moment. “Leave Weaselbee to me and you go and find Potter.” Hermione hugged him and whispered a thank-you. He cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss.  

Madam Pince cleared her throat and shooed the two from out of the stacks. They both rushed past her with bright red faces.  

They found Harry and Ron in another part of the library; Hermione noticed Harry reading a textbook on patronus spells and wondered why he was reading a sixth-year textbook. Draco had managed to goad Ron into a vicious argument that resulted in them both getting kicked out of the library. He shot Hermione a wink and she sat down next to Harry.  

“I know we’re not really speaking, but this is important.” Hermione whispered to Harry. “What is it Hermione?” Harry was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them when it came to Hermione; if she had something important to say, he would listen.  

“Sirius Black came into the castle looking for you, I think. He had help from Professor Lupin.” His eyes bulged. “They were friends in school. Professor Lupin told me when he was teaching me about the patronus spell.” Hermione looked shocked. “Why was he teaching you that?” Harry thought about lying to her, but he couldn’t do it.  

“The Dementor’s seem to affect me more than other students. He wanted me to have a chance against them if I ever saw them again.” Hermione looked as though she was on the verge of tears. “I wish I knew what to do Harry.” She looked down at her hands as she fumbled with them in her lap.  

“Yeah. Me too.” He responded.  

They stayed in silence for a few moments and Hermione decided to tell Harry about the prophecy. “Bloody hell Hermione.” Is all he could manage. “I know. I don’t know what it means, but I'm certainly not your enemy.” He rolled his eyes at her. “You’re not the enemy no, you’re just dating it.” Hermione scoffed. “You’re welcome for me telling you about Sirius Black.” With that, Hermione slung her bag over her shoulder and stalked out of the library and went to find Draco.  

***  

Harry mulled over her words carefully before heading back to Gryffindor tower. As he wandered through the corridor, he noticed a large black dog outside. Harry froze as he watched the dog get closer to the whomping willow. Harry shuddered at his memory of the previous year and his encounter with the tree. He saw a flash of orange and the tree suddenly stopped moving.  

He noticed the orange thing dart back out from under the tree; it was Crookshanks! He wondered if he should tell Hermione, but then as he saw the black dog disappear under the whomping willow, he knew he had to find Ron and figure out what was going on.  

“That foul git Malfoy got me kicked out of the library!” Ron yelled the second Harry stepped foot inside Gryffindor common room. “And I bet Hermione’s cat has eaten Scabbers. I can’t find him anywhere.” Harry didn’t know what to do about seeing Crookshanks; if he told Ron, that really would be the end of their trio, but she was with Malfoy, and Ron was Harry’s first friend.  

“Ron, about Crookshanks.” Ron grabbed the front of Harry’s robes in desperation. “What has that mangey beast done to Scabbers!” Harry pushed Ron off him. “Mate, calm down. I don’t think he’s done anything to your rat, but he helped the dog get inside the whomping willow.” Ron’s mouth hung open. “You mean, he’s been helping the grim all along?” Harry nodded.  

“We need to follow the dog. You heard what happened in Hogsmeade, he’s the reason your parents are dead.” Ron stated, with a frown on his face. “We’ll go tomorrow night.”  

***  

“I’ve heard back from father.” Draco announced as the owls delivered their morning post. “What has he said?” Hermione took a bite of toast and looked worried. Had Lucius discovered their relationship? “Oh no.” Draco passed the letter to Hermione who didn’t know what to say. “What do we do?” Draco shrugged. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do. It's scheduled for tonight.”  

“What is it? What's happened?” Pansy and Theo both spoke at the same time. “My father has arranged to have Buckbeak executed.” Draco said matter-of-factly. “You nearly died Draco, but I don’t think that warrants an execution.” Hermione had to agree with Theo on that one.  

“I just wish there was something we could do.” Draco slumped at the table with his head resting on his folded arms.  

The group left the Great Hall and as they walked past the Gryffindor’s, Hermione noticed Harry’s arm stuck out at an odd angle. He brushed against her hand and shoved a crumple up piece of parchment in her palm. She stuffed it inside her pocket and decided to read it later.  

Mione,  

I know you may not believe me, but I saw Crookshanks last night. He was with the big black dog, and he helped him get under the whomping willow. Please be careful.  

Harry  

Hermione scowled at the note Harry had passed her; how dare he accuse Crookshanks of doing something like that, besides, why would a great big dog pay attention to a cat? Surely, the dog would attack him? Hermione worried for Crookshanks’ safety and went back to the common rooms to check on him.  

Later that day, she had been reading the textbook Harry had taken out about patronus spells. She had decided she wanted to cast one. It seemed simple enough; think of a happy thought and recite the incantation ‘ Expecto Patronum’, the only issue Hermione had, was where she would cast it. From the illustrations, some forms could be huge.  

She wandered down to the black lake and thanked Merlin she was alone. She took her wand out and thought. Happy memories? Happy memories? Her mind instantly went to Draco; their light touches, their soft kisses and the bracelet he gave her. With a smile on her face, she waved her wand and spoke.  

A faint silver whisp erupted from the tip of her wand, and she huffed in frustration. Over and over again, she cast the spell, but it was the same every time. She theorised that she could think of anything that made her happy. So, she imagined herself older, married with Draco and a child with wild, platinum blonde curls. She smiled to herself again and held her wand arm out.  

“ Expecto Patronum!” The light that erupted from her wand was no whisp. A huge dragon soared from her wand and illuminated the black lake. Hermione stood there in awe at the feat of magic she had achieved. The dragon was beautiful; it shone silver in the moonlight and her thoughts were of Draco. She couldn’t wait to show him!  

As it was nearing the end of the day, Hermione took Draco out to the edge of the black lake to show him her patronus. He was stunned by the sheer size of the dragon and the ease in which she cast it.  

“You have to show me how to do that!” He picked Hermione up and spun her around in a dizzying hug. “You’re absolutely brilliant Hermione! I love you.” They both froze at Draco’s proclamation.  

Blushing furiously, she kissed him. “I love you too.” He smiled at her and kissed her again.  

Draco felt his chest swell; he couldn’t believe someone like Hermione was his. He had no intention of letting her go, and he would fight his father, and anyone else who tried to break them.  

“ Expecto Patronum.” Draco’s wand gave off a faint silver whisp. His smile faded as he felt disappointment wash over him. “Don’t worry, it took a few goes for me too.” She reassuringly rubbed his shoulder, and he tried again. Similar to Hermione’s experience, he had to conjure up an image yet to be real.  

Again, he cast the spell, and they were amazed to see a large bengal tiger bound out from Draco’s wand. It charged the black lake ahead of them, before circling back around and nudging Hermione’s face affectionately, with its nose.  

“Hermione, do you think we could use your time-turner to save Buckbeak? They'll be here tonight.” Draco suddenly asking her. His patronus fizzled out and they sat on the grass, away from the water’s edge.  

“I don’t know, I think I could, but we’d have to be careful. We'll have to write down where we were throughout the day at exactly the right time. I don’t know what happens when you’re caught messing with time, but I can’t imagine it’s pretty.” She shuddered at the thought. “Okay, I'll write down everything I did, and you do the same, we’ll meet by the main entrance and figure it out.”  

“Thank-you for this year, Draco. I've had the best time.” She smiled at him, and he wrapped his cloak around her as they made their way back up to the castle. “Me too my love.” He replied.  

***  

When Harry and Ron had got to the forbidden forest, they hadn’t expected to see Professor Dumbledore and a man holding a giant scythe. Harry felt sick. Malfoy. How could Hermione be with someone like that? They thanked Merlin they were under Harry’s cloak of invisibility.  

Ron went to speak, but Harry shook his head. They did not need to be caught here. They slowly backed away from the scene as Professor Hagrid walked toward the headmaster with Buckbeak in tow; chain and collar around his neck.  

They heard the whoosh of the scythe as they turned and ran. If anyone was to look, they’d see two pairs of trainers running into the forest. They stayed near the forest edge until they reached the outer grounds of Hogwarts; their plan was to head to the shrieking shack and find out all they could about this dog.  

What they saw when they arrived would stay with them forever.  

***  

Hermione and Draco had no idea how they ended up in the forbidden forest; they were discussing their plans to save Buckbeak and to find Crookshanks. They both began to shiver, and Hermione felt her eyes well up with tears. “What’s wrong?” Draco stopped them and Hermione just shook her head.  

“Wh-wh-what if yo-your fath-father ha-hates m-me.” Her jaw trembled violently as she tried to speak. “Non-nonsense. My mo-mother wi-will lo-love you, and fat-father lo-loves mo-mo-mother.” Draco found he was shaking with the cold too. “But wh-what if yo-your pa-parents h-hate m-me?” His eyes shone and Hermione wondered if he was about to cry.  

Before she could respond, she heard a voice scream out for help. Their cold forgotten for a moment, they broke out into a run and came to a clearing. There must have been hundreds of Dementors. Across the large pond, Hermione could see two figures; she was certain it was Harry who screamed.  

Without pausing to think, she thrust her wand out in the direction of the Dementors and yelled ‘ Expecto Patronum!” Her enormous silver dragon roared to life and knocked the Dementors away with each beat of its wings; the light was blinding, and Draco had to shield his face.  

Exhausted, she dropped down to the ground and Draco held her. “That was incredible, Hermione, I'm so proud of you! But we need to get to the hospital wing, you’re drained.” She couldn’t speak, so she nodded in agreement, and they stumbled from the forest, hoping that whoever was across the pond from them, was okay.  

***  

Harry and Ron stood in the shrieking shack, but instead of a dog, they were greeted by Professor Lupin and a man, who, in Harry’s opinion, looked like he needed a shower. He knew this man to be Sirius Black, but as Sirius stood in shock at the sight of him, Harry noted he was sickly pale, skinny and dirty. His Azkaban robes hung off him and Professor Lupin was stood protectively in front, and to the side of Sirius.  

“Harry! Ron! What are you both doing here?” The boys fell over their words as they tried to explain about Scabbers and Crookshanks and the big dog. Sirius Black chuckled at this and Harry saw red.  

“You’re laughing! You killed my parents, and you just stand there and laugh!” Harry withdrew his wand and pointed it at the man’s face. “You wouldn’t kill me, Harry. I'm your Godfather, your dad was my best friend.” Sirius’ face fell again at the sight of his godson holding a wand to his face. “Harry, you must believe him. I thought Sirius was guilty too, until you showed me the map.” Professor Lupin held his hands up defensively.  

“The map was lying then, it-” Harry began to speak, but he was interrupted. “The map never lies! Pettigrew is alive, and he’s here! Under the table!” Sirius pointed frantically at the wooden table in the corner.  

“Scabbers!” Ron exclaimed; he went to grab his pet rat, but Professor Lupin hit him with a spell, and where a rat once was, lay a balding, chubby man, with oversized front teeth.  

The rat/man, now known as Peter Pettigrew, clambered out from under the table and went to hug Professor Lupin and Sirius Black.  

“Remus! Sirius! My old friends!” They both looked disgusted and horrified at the prospect of being touched by Peter, and they pushed him to the ground.  

“You sold James and Lily to Voldemort!” Professor Lupin shouted.  

Harry and Ron were stood, taking in the spectacle, not knowing what to do.  

“I didn’t mean to! The Dark Lord, he told me things, promised me glory! What would you have done?” Harry decided he loathed Peter Pettigrew in that moment.  

“I’d have died! I'd rather die than betray my best friend!” Sirius yelled, taking a menacing step forward. Professor Lupin held him back.  

Their argument went on, Harry and Ron made to leave the shack, but were blocked when Professor Snape turned up. “Oh blood hell.” Ron exclaimed.  

“Indeed, Mister Weasley. What are the two of you doing in here?” He noticed the figures behind the two boys and a devious smirk spread across his face.  

“I told Dumbledore you were letting an old friend into the castle Lupin, what was it tonight? A stroll in the moonlight?” Professor Lupin rolled his eyes. “You’ve always been thick, Snivellus.” Sirius sneered at Professor Snape.  

Nobody could move fast enough for what happened next. Sirius recognised it immediately and yelled for Harry and Ron to get out; Professor Lupin fell to the ground and let out a loud scream of pain.  

“Out! Now!” Professor Snape yelled. Before Harry and Ron were pushed from the shack, they saw Peter turn back into a rat and run out under his legs; Sirius had turned into the dog and tried to contain Professor Lupin.  

Professor Snape, Harry and Ron made it past the whomping willow and raced toward the castle. Harry turned around when he heard the howl of a werewolf and assumed that was what Professor Lupin had turned into. He wondered for a moment if that was why Professor Snape taught them about werewolves the day Professor Lupin was unwell.  

Harry saw his Godfather get slammed into a large tree by the wolf and ran to help Sirius. “Get back here, Potter!” Professor Snape yelled, but it was too late; Harry had gone.  

The werewolf was focused on chasing down the dog, it hadn’t noticed the Dementors circling above; it was only when they were close that he ducked his head and whined sadly. He scarpered in the opposite direction.  

Harry caught up with Sirius who, in a weakened state, had turned back into a human, which had alerted the Dementors. He tried to help Sirius up, but he was too heavy, even in his frail form.  

They collapsed by the edge of a frozen pond and the Dementors were over them both; Harry could hear the screams of his parents from the night they were murdered. He heard Sirius Black cry out at the sight of his best friend lying dead in the doorway. Before darkness completely took Harry, he could have sworn he saw a great, silver dragon chase off the Dementors. But he was too tired to stay awake.  

***  

Hermione was lay in a bed in the hospital wing; her magic had been stretched further than ever before when she conjured such a powerful patronus. Draco was stroking her hand when Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape came into the room with an unconscious Harry Potter.  

“Sir, what happened?” Hermione rubbed her head. “Is Harry okay?” Professor Dumbledore nodded. “He will be.” “Azkaban have been notified Sir.” Professor Snape began. “Black has received the kiss and he’ll remain a shell in confinement.” Draco felt a pang of guilt for his cousin.  

“Draco.” Hermione whispered. He turned to look at her and scooted his chair closer to the bed. “When the Professors have gone; we do it. We go back and save Sirius.” Draco was floored. “Are you sure?” “Positive. He's your family.”  

After Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape left Harry in the hospital wing, Hermione quickly threw the gold chain around Draco’s neck as well. She spun the wheel on the side of the time-turner, and a strange falling sensation washed over them both.  

They remained in the same spot in the hospital, but Harry wasn’t there. Draco understood for the first time, that he had time travelled. “Okay, this is cool.”  

“Focus! We cannot be seen by anyone; do you understand me?” He nodded and they ducked out of the hospital.  

“Okay, so I think the people down by the frozen lake were Harry and Sirius. If that’s the case, we have a bit of time free to rescue Buckbeak; I know he attacked you, but I don’t think he deserves to die.” Hermione waited for Draco to challenge her on it, but he never did. “I agree. I think father went too far.”  

With that, they headed down the winding staircase of the hospital wing and slipped out of the castle.  

“I think Buckbeak must be near Hagrid’s hut.” Draco looked over the vast lawn that led to Hagrid’s home and pointed. “There!” They hurried and saw Buckbeak, chained to a large post with an iron collar around his neck.  

“Okay Granger, what do we do?” Hermione thought back to her lesson on Hippogriffs from early in the year. “You bow to him, wait for him to bow back, and then you can approach him.” Before Draco could take a step forward, they heard voices come from beside Hagrid’s home.  

“Now Hagrid, the executioner shall be here shortly. I'll be meeting with him in the forest and then you’re to bring Buckbeak.” Professor Dumbledore spoke softly, and Hagrid was sobbing loudly.  

“That Lucius Malfoy is a vicious man.” Hagrid sniffed in his oversized handkerchief. “Just give it time Hagrid.” As Professor Dumbledore spoke those words, he looked over his shoulder and Hermione and Draco quickly hid amongst the vegetables.  

“Do you think he saw us?” Draco mouthed to Hermione.  

“I don’t know, but it wouldn’t surprise me.” She replied.  

Professor Dumbledore left and went to meet the executioner in the forest. Hermione and Draco stuck to the treeline and followed; Professor Dumbledore was engaging in a heated discussion with the executioner when Hagrid turned up with Buckbeak.  

He was too wrapped up in his grief, he didn’t notice the chain slip from his hands; and the two teenagers took full advantage of this.  

Draco caught Buckbeak’s attention and bowed to him; Hermione then bowed and to their surprise, Buckbeak returned their bow. Hermione withdrew her wand and whispered “ Relashio” causing the chain to unlock, and fall from Buckbeak’s neck.  

They paused to see what the adults were doing, but Professor Dumbledore had the executioner face away from them, and continued to speak to him about something that made him shout; Hermione suspected Professor Dumbledore knew what she was doing.  

Hagrid was still sobbing; it was only when Buckbeak spread his wings and took off in the night sky, Hagrid and the executioner were made aware of what happened.  

In one furious swoop, he raised his scythe above his head and brought it crashing down into the earth. “Well, I think you best search the skies. But for now, I’d like a cup of tea, or a very large brandy.” Professor Dumbledore looked amused.  

“Okay, Buckbeak is okay, now what?” Draco panted, as they ran further into the forest.  

“Now we have to find Sirius.” Hermione said. “Easier said than done Granger.” Draco retorted. “Well, we know he’s going to be down by the lake, so I think we have to wait and see where he’s taken afterwards.” Draco agreed with her, and they made their way to the lake to wait.  

“We have to stay hidden, I think it was around there we were the first time, when I cast my Patronus.” They moved further to the side and sat. Neither of them said anything for a moment, and Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione, and she snuggled into him.  

“I’ve decided something Granger.” He suddenly said, breaking the silence.  

“What is it?” She shifted her head to look at him and studied his features.  

“I’m telling my father about us. I don’t care what he has to say. I love you, and you’re the first person to see me as me, and not just a carbon copy of him.” Hermione silenced him with a kiss. “Don’t feel like you have to, but I'm here for whatever the outcome of that conversation is.” They smiled at one another and were awash with sadness.  

“Dementors. Let's go.” Hermione stood and they remained hidden; Hermione took in the sight of Harry and Sirius being attacked and waited until she saw the huge dragon chase away the Dementors.  

“I still can’t believe your patronus is a dragon.” She let out a soft laugh. “Have you not figured out why yours is a tiger?” Draco had no idea. “It’s an ancient Chinese concept known as Yin and Yang. On one side is a dragon, and the other is a tiger; they’re opposites and signify balance and harmony.” His eyes were glassy again and they shared a tender kiss.  

There was a commotion at the lake and their attention was brought back to Sirius and Harry. Once they knew their previous selves had gone, Hermione and Draco got as close to the unconscious pair as possible. Professor Snape arrived shortly after with Professor Dumbledore. “Weasley is back in the common room. Potter needs the hospital wing and what do we do with Black?”  

“Something chased off the Dementors. They didn’t take his soul; he’s just out cold.” Professor Snape knelt to check for a pulse; “he’s alive.” Professor Dumbledore then instructed Severus to take Sirius Black to Professor Flitwick’s office; it was on the seventh floor and had roof access.  

Hermione and Draco stayed hidden once more and followed the professor until he left Sirius Black in a cell on the roof. “How I’ve longed for this Black. The Dementors will be here to finish you off soon.” He turned on his heel and left; Sirius Black barely registered his voice and groaned in pain.  

“ Rennervate.” Hermione cast the spell and Sirius Black woke at once. “Who are you? What do you want?” He clung to the bars and stared at the two teenagers; he cocked his head to the side. “Draco Malfoy?” Draco paled. “How did you know who I was?” Sirius scoffed. “Only a Malfoy could have hair like that, I heard about your birth in a left behind copy of The Daily Prophet.” He answered.  

“My name is Hermione Granger, and Draco and I believe you're innocent. We know that you turned your back on your family, and we want to save you.” Hermione stood as tall as she could.  

“Well, that’s lovely Hermione. But I'm stuck in here and can’t exactly stroll through the castle.” Draco sniggered at the man’s sarcasm.  

“Oh please. I don’t get called the brightest witch of her age for no reason. Now, stand back.” She pointed her wand at the iron bars and shouted ‘ bombarda’. The door sprang free and once the rubble and dust had settled, Sirius stood and shook their hands.  

“Now what?” He wondered how in Merlin’s name he could escape.  

“Buckbeak!” Hermione and Draco yelled together. Sirius thought they’d gone mad. Exactly what was a Buckbeak? His question was answered when the large Hippogriff landed on the other side of the roof.  

“Bow to him; he’s wanted too so you can escape together.” Hermione instructed Sirius.  

“Thank-you. Both of you; and Draco-” Draco looked up at Sirius Black and he hugged the boy to him. “You’re nothing like Lucius, everything you are, you are your mother’s son. I miss Cissy a lot. I hope I can see her again soon.” Draco nodded. “I’ll talk to her.” Shaking his head “no, it’s too dangerous for me right now. But there’ll come a time we’re together again. Thank-you again.”  

He climbed on the back of Buckbeak and took off in the night sky.  

“We did it Granger!” Draco couldn’t believe they’d pulled it off.  

“Now we just have to go back to the hospital wing.” They linked hands and crept back into the castle and made their way up to the hospital wing. They saw Harry stir in his sleep, mumbling about Sirius and decided they would tell him once he’d woken up.  

Chapter Text

The end of the school year quickly approached them, and Hermione and Draco had spent their free time down by the black lake with their friends. They had told Harry what happened with Sirius and Buckbeak and he was grateful to them for helping. He and Hermione still weren’t friends because of her choice to stay with Draco, but they had all agreed to be civil with one another. Ron would be an issue for another day.  

“Before we go home from Kings Cross, I want you to meet my mother.” Draco had said to her as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. “Are you sure? What if she hates me?” Hermione fiddled with her hair. “She won’t. She doesn’t. I've been writing to her all year about you.” He smiled and she went beet red.  

Hermione summoned her Gryffindor courage and agreed. It was time to meet Narcissa Malfoy.  

The train journey was peaceful. She and Draco read from their books; Pansy and Daphne swapped Witch Weekly magazines, and Theo was happy to discuss Hermione and Draco’s books with them.  

***  

As the train pulled into Kings Cross, Hermione first introduced Draco to her parents. He wasn’t expecting it and was very nervous. He had never met any Muggles before and didn’t know what to think of them. He thought Hermione was the image of her mother but was surprised to see it was her father who had the chocolate curls Hermione had inherited.  

“Before we leave, we’re going to greet Missus Malfoy; can you wait by the barrier for me?” Hermione asked her mother; she nodded, and her parents took her luggage for her.  

Narcissa Malfoy was not hard to spot. She oozed royalty, and her hair was a contrasting platinum blonde and midnight black.  

“Mother. This is Hermione Granger.” Hermione stuck her hand out to shake Narcissa’s, but Narcissa just looked at Hermione. She blushed and felt very uncomfortable, as if she was being silently judged.  

To both Hermione and Draco’s surprise, Narcissa leant down and kissed both of Hermione’s cheeks. “It’s an honour to meet you Miss Granger. Draco has told me all about you.” Hermione smiled shyly. “It’s wonderful to meet you as well, Missus Malfoy; please, call me Hermione.”  

Narcissa nodded and insisted on Hermione calling her Narcissa or Cissy.  

Hermione said her goodbyes to Draco and Narcissa to join her own parents, but not before Draco insisted she write to him every day. She giggled and reassured him she would. As Hermione left and rejoined her parents, Lucius Malfoy appeared.  

“Who was that Draco?” His voice was stern, and his eyes were narrow. Draco swallowed and Narcissa answered for him. “That dear, was Hermione Granger. Draco’s girlfriend. She is delightful and I won’t hear a bad word said against her. Is that clear, my love?” Lucius rubbed his chin as though he was deep in thought.  

“I don’t recognise the name Granger. What family is she from?” This was the question Draco was fearing. How was he going to tell Lucius Malfoy, of all people, that his girlfriend was muggle-born.  

“That is of no importance my love.” “But-” Narcissa cut him off with a raised hand. “No, Lucius. I won’t have you take her away from Draco like this. I will fix it, okay?” Lucius looked at the fire in his wife’s eyes and silently nodded.  

She shot Draco a wink when Lucius had turned his back and he grinned at his mother. Narcissa Malfoy was a Slytherin through and through.  

***  

Hermione and Draco had sent multiple letters to one another over the first four weeks of the summer holidays. He was being cagey about his parents, and Hermione couldn’t help but worry. When his letter arrived on August 1 st , she rushed to the window and let the Eurasian Eagle owl in. He was a magnificent bird and Hermione made sure there was always some bacon available for him to nibble at.  

Granger,  

Mother has invited you to spend the remainder of the holiday with us at the manor. Pansy, Daphne and Theo will all be there too.  

Please say yes Granger. I miss you  

Love, Draco  

“Mum!” Hermione shouted and her mum came into the kitchen. “What is it? Is everything alright?” Hermione told her mum what Draco had written in the letter, but her mum frowned.  

“I’m not sure love, it seems a bit irresponsible to let you spend four weeks with your boyfriend at his house.” Hermione fought her facial expression to stay neutral. “His parents are traditional; I'll be rooming with Pansy and Daphne, and they have wards on the bedrooms to block opposite sexes from being alone together.” Hermione had no idea if any of that were true, but she hoped her mother believed her.  

“Hmm. Very well. How will you get there?” Hermione didn’t know. “I’ll write to Draco, he may know. Thanks Mum!” She kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly scribbled out a response to Draco.  

***  

“Cissa, you must see reason! You know He is returning.” Lucius couldn’t believe his wife had invited a muggle-born into their home. “I am aware of what you and your associates have planned darling, you forget I’m a Black. I have an idea.” Narcissa was the most cunning and ruthless witch Lucius had ever met. Being from The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, she had access to some magicks that people only dreamed about. One of which, was Blood Magic.  

“We’re going to fool them. It's quite simple. I'm going to hide Miss Granger with blood magic and make everyone believe she’s from a well-bred family.” Narcissa was willing to do anything for her only child. “What if she refuses?” Narcissa laughed. “You underestimate her love for our son. Draco told me her patronus is a dragon.” Lucius was floored. “You’re sure? Very well, we’ll do what we can to ensure her safety.” He knew his wife was right, if her patronus was indeed a dragon; she was in deep with their son.  

Hermione had been sent a portkey with Draco’s next owl to get her safely to the manor. It was a delicate looking teacup, and Hermione was scared it would break. The portkey began to glow at 4pm that afternoon, and she placed her finger through the handle; a strange sensation washed over her; it was as if she’d been yanked round the middle by a large hook.  

She stumbled forward and just before she fell to the ground, a pair of arms reached out and steadied her. “I’ve missed you Hermione!” Draco wrapped his arms around her and she wobbled slightly on her feet. He pulled away from her and kissed her passionately; she felt dizzy, but it had nothing to do with the mode of transport. She took in the sight of Draco and he’d had a growth spurt over the last few weeks.  

He was taller, broader and his hair was carefully styled; he wore a black shirt, black trousers and black shoes; even his tie was black, and it contrasted lovely with his hair. His piercing blue eyes looked into Hermione’s and she found her voice.  

“I’ve missed you too Draco!” She hugged him again and the clearing of a throat made them both jump.  

“Hermione, it’s lovely to see you again.” Narcissa came over and hugged Hermione, kissing her once on both cheeks. “Thank-you for having me Cissy.” She smiled at the nickname Hermione had chosen to use. “Now Draco, there are some important things we need to discuss with your father, Hermione dear, you’re going to want to sit in on this as well.” Her face was serious once more, and the two teenagers followed her into Lucius Malfoy’s office.  

“Ahh welcome, Miss Granger.” Lucius’ voice was not what Hermione expected. She thought he’d sneer at her, or worse still, ignore her completely. But while he didn’t seem friendly, he wasn’t exactly cold either. “Lord Malfoy, thank-you for allowing me into your home. I know it must have been hard for you.” Hermione bowed her head to him; she hated the airs and graces she had to put on for him but thought it would put her in a positive light for him.  

“Nonsense, we Malfoy’s only go after the best and from what Draco has told his mother, you are, in fact, the best.” Hermione blushed. She knew she was intelligent, but to have Draco speak so highly of her to his mother was flattering.  

“I love your son very much Lord Malfoy.” Hermione offered him a small smile, and she could have sworn she saw his lip twitch.  

“I’m glad to hear it Miss Granger, for there is something we require you to do in order for you to maintain your relationship with Draco.” Lucius looked at Hermione, expecting her to bow out with fear, but he underestimated her Gryffindor courage, as well as her fear of the prophecy coming true.  

“Whatever it is Sir; I'll do it.” Draco was looking between his parents and then back to Hermione. “Granger, wait. You don’t know what it is.” Hermione shrugged. She took hold of Draco’s hand. “Whatever it is, I'll do it. I want to be with you.” He couldn’t help but smile at her and for the first time, his parents truly saw Draco’s happiness.  

“There is blood magic we need to perform. As Hermione is a muggle-born during these...uncertain times, we must hide her lineage.” Narcissa spoke delicately, allowing Hermione to absorb her words.  

“The spell is simple; although the practical side of it will be taxing to you Hermione, you will be weakened until it’s complete.” Hermione swallowed. “O-okay.” She was nervous but was still certain she wanted to do this. “It will require me to essentially drain you of your blood, add cleansing spells to it, and siphon it back into your body. You will be stronger than you are now, and your magical core will be linked to Draco’s.”  

After a few moments of deliberation, Hermione spoke. “Like a bond?” Narcissa nodded. “Not as strong as say, a soul-bond, but a powerful bind nonetheless.” Draco felt sick. He'd have to witness Hermione on the verge of death.  

“You can’t do it Granger. What if something goes wrong?” He looked at his parents. “How could you suggest a thing!” Lucius held his hand up to silence his son. “You forget yourself Draco. The Dark Lord is returning, and we have to do what we must in order to protect our family.” Hermione thought she was going to faint. Voldemort was returning. The prophecy would come true.  

“I’ll do it.” Narcissa hugged Hermione and Draco didn’t know what to think. “Draco. This is the best thing we can do, otherwise you’d either have to break things off with Miss Granger, or she’d be killed if you were discovered.” His jaw tensed at Lucius’ words.  

“Very well. When must we do it.” He said; although he still wasn’t wholly convinced.  

“Tonight.” His parents spoke together.  

***  

Everything was ready. Hermione was lay in a comfortable double bed, with pillows propping her up. Her hair had been tamed and styled into a neat braid. Draco was sat in an armchair beside her, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves.  

“Are you ready Hermione?” Narcissa entered the room with a large, and very old textbook. “I’m ready.” She said; her voice barely above a whisper.  

Narcissa opened the ancient tome and Hermione began to feel light-headed. She assumed it was from the blood loss.  

“ligare sanguinem et mundare”  

Hermione wasn’t in pain, and she began to feel tired. Draco kept her hand firmly in hers as Narcissa continued to chant.  

“ligare magicae et totum”  

It was a strange feeling, Hermione thought. As she began to feel weak for a moment, the siphoned blood would work its way back into her body, and she could feel its strength. It was like being on the edge of falling to sleep, and then being jerked back awake.  

“ligabis eos ut metretas innexa”  

Hermione could feel the end of the spell as Narcissa spoke the final words.  

“pura est sanguinis ad domum antiquam”  

Then, Hermione’s world went black.  

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Hermione opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. Draco had fallen asleep, curled up in the armchair beside her.  

“Draco.” Her voice was small, and her throat hurt.  

Immediately, his eyes snapped open. “Hermione! Are you alright?” She nodded. “A bit woozy, but I'll be okay. Did it work?”  

Before Draco could answer, Narcissa and Lucius returned to the bedroom with a house-elf following behind them. “Hermione, this is Mipsy. She'll be helping you get back on your feet.” Mipsy set down a tray she’d been carrying and handed Hermione a potion. From the smell, Hermione deduced it was a Pepper Up potion and gratefully accepted it.  

“Now Hermione, in order for the blood magic to work, as you know, we bound your magical core to Draco’s, however, due to the nature of your relationship I could not create a family bond with the Malfoy line.” Hermione shuddered at the thought of being directly related to Draco.  

Smiling, Narcissa continued. “You’re fortunate to have such a strong relationship with the girls in your year in Slytherin, as one of them has accepted the role of sister.” Hermione was astounded. “Sister?! Who?” Draco wondered too, he knew most of the old families despised muggles and muggle-borns. “Daphne Greengrass. The Greengrass family are known as ‘grey.’ Follow neither the light nor dark side, they are their own side; and because of how good friends we have remained with them, they were willing to do this for us.” Lucius had taken over the conversation.  

“I had a meeting with Lord Greengrass at the start of the summer, after your mother came to me with her concerns for your relationship. He was cautious, but once he’d heard from his daughter how close the two of you were, and Narcissa used her powers of persuasion as a mother with Lady Greengrass, they couldn’t refuse.”  

“How will that work for school? Am I expected to go by Hermione Greengrass now?” Hermione was sad at the thought of being further disconnected from her parents, but she wanted them safe and out of a possible war. She didn’t know what it meant for any of them should Voldemort succeed in returning, but it wasn’t going to be good; especially with the prophecy looming over her.  

“I had to forge birth records Hermione, unfortunately, a Miss Hermione Granger never existed according to the ministry. But Hermione Greengrass is a fine pureblood student. Things may be difficult when you return to school, but Professor Snape has assured me no harm will come to you.” Lucius said, his voice was reassuring, and Hermione was comforted by it, although she wasn’t sure how that affected her relationship with her parents.  

“But Hermione, I must ask, what of your friendship with Harry Potter?” Narcissa was reluctant to broach the subject of Harry Potter, but she knew it had to be discussed.  

“I don’t have a friendship with Harry Potter. Not really. He and Ron fell out with me at the start of last year, and we haven’t really spoken since then.” Hermione shrugged. At times, she missed Harry and Ron, but they weren’t the same as her Slytherins. They wanted her for her book smarts and didn’t respect her as a person.  

“That’s good Miss Gran-Greengrass.” Lucius corrected himself. “It wouldn’t bode well for either of you if you were seen in the company of Mister Potter and his ilk.” Lucius did sneer at the mention of Harry Potter, and Hermione felt a momentary twinge of guilt.  

“You’ll spend the next couple of weeks with us, and learn the etiquette guides we did as children, you will dress only in witch's robes, and we must get your hair tamed.” Narcissa shuddered at the bushy mess Hermione’s hair had become. She couldn’t help but laugh at Narcissa’s distaste for unruly hair.  

***  

The first three weeks of August flew by. Hermione was busy studying for etiquette classes, and spending time with Draco, chaperoned, of course, by Mipsy. Theo, Pansy and Daphne had joined them once Hermione was better, and she couldn’t stop thanking Daphne for helping her.  

Their Hogwarts letters came, and Hermione still found it surreal that hers was addressed to Hermione Greengrass, rather than Granger. It was a list of their books, as well as the requirement for formal attire for an event at Christmas. Narcissa took Pansy, Hermione and Daphne to Twilfitt and Tattings for their dresses, and Lucius took Draco and Theo to Madame Malkin’s for their dress robes.  

With the end of the summer holidays approaching, they were surprised when Lucius announced they’d been invited to the Quidditch World Cup. Hermione groaned internally. She despised Quidditch, unless of course, Draco was playing, then she could ogle him in his jersey.  

“I want to remind you to all stick together, and if there is any trouble, you get back to the manor. Do you all understand me?” Lucius was stern, before spending so much time with the Malfoy’s, Hermione would have found him intimidating, but now she understood he was protective of his family. “Yes Sir.” They chorused at him, and they used a portkey to travel to the match.  

Hermione should have guessed that they weren’t really camping. The tent, from the outside, looked like a regular tent, but once inside it was almost a replica of the manor. It had four double bedrooms, three full bathrooms and a large living/kitchen area. Mipsy was busy making snacks for them all, and Narcissa instructed the children to wash up before eating.  

“Mother, can we go off and explore for a bit?” Draco asked. “Okay but be back before it’s dark.” Narcissa knew what was going to happen, but she couldn’t keep her child on a leash forever.  

The five of them bade Narcissa goodbye and set off to explore the campsite and see who else was there. They saw Crabbe and Goyle with their families and made sure to introduce Hermione as a Greengrass. They were fortunate that Crabbe and Goyle were thick, as they didn’t recognise Hermione with her smooth hair and tailored robes.  

They even bumped into Professor McGonagall who stopped to chat with Hermione for a few moments. “Make sure you stay safe dear.” She said as Hermione walked away.  

Hermione had got a bit lost from the others and ended up seeing Harry and Ron. They had come with the Weasley family, and they both stared at her changed appearance. “Guess you are a traitor now ‘Mione.” Ron glared at her, and she rolled her eyes at him. “Just be careful, alright?” Harry looked alarmed. What did she know? “Why, your Death Eater buddies going to attack?” Ron shouted. A few people turned to look at them and Hermione flushed with embarrassment.  

“Potter. Weasel.” Draco’s voice instantly relaxed Hermione and she turned to see him strutting up to them. She wrapped an arm around his waist, and he kissed the side of her head. “Everything okay?” “Yeah. Harry and Ron were just leaving. I couldn’t find you after speaking with Professor McGonagall.” She ignored Harry and Ron and returned to Theo, Pansy and Daphne. “You coming, Draco?” She called.  

“Surprised you can afford even one ticket for this match Weasel, what did your family have to do? Sell your sister?” He sneered. Ron went to lunge at him, but Harry held him back. “Piss off Malfoy. Go back to your scummy family.” Harry shouted at him. “My family aren’t scum, Potter. You'll do well to remember that.” He sauntered off back to Hermione and the others. “Did you have to rile him up?” Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “I get a reaction from them, it’s funny.” He stated nonchalantly.  

***  

They were sat in the Minister’s box for the Quidditch match. Draco and Theo were pressed up against the glass, trying to watch every second. Hermione, Pansy and Daphne were sat in the corner gossiping about the upcoming year.  

“There’s going to be a ball, that’s why we had to get formal robes!” Pansy squealed. Since becoming close with Daphne and Pansy, Hermione felt some excitement for the upcoming event, even more so at the prospect of dancing with Draco. The Quidditch match seemed to go on forever, but Hermione was thankful to have brought a book with her, as well as having distractions in the form of Daphne and Pansy.  

Ireland were declared winners of the match and the stadium erupted in a mixture of celebration and commiseration. Hermione was just thankful it was over, she couldn’t wait to get back to the tent and enjoy her evening.  

Unfortunately, there were people at the match who had other ideas. It was utter chaos. People were running and screaming, she heard snippets of people shouting things like “Death Eaters” and “You-Know-Who.” She felt sick to her stomach. Draco kept hold of her hand and they made their way back to the tent, but not before stumbling into Harry, Ron and the rest of the Weasley family.  

“Looking for your daddy dearest, Malfoy? Bet he’s one of the Death Eaters wearing a mask!” Ron bellowed. “Careful what you say Weaselbee, you wouldn’t want to be next would you? You're quite the traitor.” Ron scoffed at him. “The only traitor is the bitch next to you.” Hermione was speechless.  

“One more word against Granger, Weasel, and I'll hex you.” Draco snarled. “With what? A spell your father handed down to you, from one Death Eater to another!” Before Draco could respond, there was a blinding green light shot up into the sky, and Hermione looked up to see a large skull and snake entwined with one another.  

“Oh no. Draco we have to go now!” Hermione pulled his arm to lead him away from Harry and Ron, but multiple flashes of red lights had them ducking to the floor.  

“Stop! That’s my son!” Came the voice of Arthur Weasley. The group of teenagers scrambled to their feet and came face to face with Ministry officials. “Which one of you conjured it?!” One of them shouted.  

“I don’t even know what it is!” Harry yelled.  

“It was probably Malfoy!” Ron pointed at Draco and Hermione stepped in front of him defensively. “I’d shut up if I were you Ronald.” She spat his name with anger and disgust.  

“Malfoy? You're Lucius’ lad?” The ministry official asked. “Yes sir, I was just trying to get my girlfriend and friends back to safety, when Potter and Weasley began arguing with us.” He was polite and well-mannered to the official.  

“Very well, off you go.” He said with a wave of his hand. “Hold it!” Another shouted. Draco and Hermione stopped. “Girlfriend? I don’t believe we’ve met Miss...” He paused, waiting for Hermione to introduce herself. “This’ll be good.” Ron muttered to Harry. How would she pass this off to them? The ministry might not openly care about blood status, but most of them were corrupt or had the capacity to be corrupted.  

“Greengrass, sir. Hermione Greengrass.” She held her hand out and the official kissed the back of her hand. Harry and Ron were too shocked to speak. “Fine family Miss Greengrass. Alright, you and Mister Malfoy are free to leave.” She smiled sweetly at the man and left to find Narcissa; it was time to get back to the manor.  

***  

Narcissa engulfed the children in a vice-like grip of a hug once she was reunited with her family. She had stayed behind in the tent waiting for them and couldn’t wait to get them home.  

They recounted the events of what had happened, and she listened with rapt attention. “The Dark Mark? Are you sure?” Narcissa knew what her husband had planned, but she didn’t think it warranted the use of that. “ I’m so sorry you had to witness that; are you sure you’re all okay?” They nodded and Narcissa sent them to bed. She worried for her son, but also for his friends, and she found herself most concerned for Hermione’s safety. The girl had become somewhat of a daughter to Narcissa in the few short weeks she had spent at the manor.  

“Lucius, are you alright?” Narcissa kissed her husband’s cheek lightly as he stepped through the floo later that night. “I am, are the children harmed?” Narcissa shook her head. “They’re shaken up, but they’re okay. Did you really have to unleash the Mark?” She was angry at her husband for endangering them like that. “Believe me Cissy, I didn’t have any intention of doing it. It was supposed to just be a meeting, but you know how Barty gets. He'd had too much to drink, and seeing his father interact with the likes of the Weasley’s got to him. He just wanted to scare people.” Lucius knew it was a weak excuse, but he had nothing else to offer his wife.  

“You have to keep them in line. You know He will look to you as his second should he return, I would hate for that attention to fall on Draco.” She was worried what it meant for her son should Voldemort truly return.  

“I know my love but there is a plan. I'll do all I can to keep our son away from it.” He promised her. He swore on his magic he wouldn’t bring his son harm.  

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Hermione entered the Great Hall and sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table. She was gutted she couldn’t sit with Draco and their friends, but she had to respect Professor McGonagall’s wishes.  

The first years were Sorted into their new houses, and Professor Dumbledore stood to make his speech. Just as Professor McGonagall picked the hat up to put it away; it shouted “Hermione Greengrass!” Hermione looked stunned. She knew the blood magic spell had altered her slightly, and Lucius Malfoy had been fortunate enough to catch the Master of The Birth Seal entering his office; at just over 200 years old, it only took a mild ‘ confundus’ spell to get him to forge birth documents for Hermione.  

But Hermione didn’t think it would fool the Sorting Hat. She saw everyone exchange confused looks with one another. Harry and the Weasley’s all looked at her with furrowed brows.  

“Miss Greengrass, if you would.” Professor McGonagall’s voice was stern, but her eyes were soft. Hermione took a deep breath and walked up to the dais where the stool for the first years stood. She sat down and Professor McGonagall lowered the hat on her head.  

“Ahh Miss Granger. A pleasure to see into your mind once more, yet there is something different about you. You're somewhat of a Greengrass now, and to be in Gryffindor just won’t do.” Although it sounded like the hat was speaking aloud, Hermione knew from experience, it was directly in her mind.  

“ I had to do it to protect myself.” Hermione thought.  

“ I know the sacrifices you must make Miss Greengrass. You always have had a sharp mind, and whatever path you decide to go down, I have every faith that you will succeed. There is only one place for you.”  

Hermione held her breath. This was it.  

“SLYTHERIN!” The hat called out and Hermione couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across her face. Now she got to be with her friends and Draco all the time, and Professor McGonagall couldn’t stop her.  

Her robes changed from black and red to black and green, and she practically skipped over to sit beside Draco without a backwards glance at Gryffindor.  

“Green looks good on you, love.” He murmured in her ear, before kissing her softly on the temple.  

“Does this mean we can have burnt chocolate and sleepovers?” Theo asked.  

Hermione stifled her laughter as Professor Dumbledore began to make his announcements. “Yes Theo, we can have burnt chocolate and sleepovers.”  

“I would like to announce that we have a change of scheduling this year.” Dumbledore began speaking. “There will be no Quidditch as we are going to be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!” Initially, the students had protested but their anger quickly turned to interest at the mention of the tournament.  

“Hogwarts will be playing host to two other schools this year; I'd like to welcome Beauxbatons  Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute.” Dumbledore opened his arms out wide as the Great Hall doors swung open. A large group of very blonde, and very pretty witches entered; shivering slightly in their thin clothing which wasn’t suited for the Scottish autumn. Leading them was a woman that stood a full head a shoulder’s taller than Hagrid.  

Professor Dumbledore introduced the giant as Madame Maxine. A few moments later a group of stocky young men entered the hall; their thick red coats and fur brimmed hats were a sign of how cold things were in the North of Europe. Their High Master Igor Karkaroff was introduced to the rest of the students. He had glistening black eyes and gnarled, yellow teeth. “He’s an associate of fathers.” Draco whispered in Hermione’s ear. Hermione wasn’t surprised by this, she thought Karkaroff looked familiar from somewhere.  

The instant chatter broke her stream of thought though, and she was being prodded by Daphne who was squealing. “It’s Viktor Krum!” Hermione noticed the serious looking teenager, and recognised him from the Quidditch World Cup from the summer. She didn’t see what the fuss was about him. Girls were fawning over him, yet, Draco was mocked for his stoic expression.  

“Don’t worry my love, I've only got eyes for you.” Draco smiled at her and hugged her close to him. “I didn’t even notice the partial Veela from Beauxbatons.” Hermione bit back her smile. “Ahh but you did notice they were part Veela, no?” He pinched her playfully. “Cheeky witch. You're the only one for me.” She kissed him and Pansy pretended to gag.  

“Sorry Pans.” Hermione stifled her laugh and Pansy rolled her eyes at the sickeningly cute couple. “Yes well, let me eat my dinner before you eat each other's faces.” “You mean like you and Theo?” Hermione shot back and Draco choked on the mouthful of pumpkin juice he had just been about to swallow.  

It was time for Pansy’s cheeks to redden at this. “Theodore and I have a very proper relationship thank-you. There is nothing untoward going on.” Pansy stiffened and, in that moment, she was a true pureblood princess. “Is that why I saw you in the Manor library dry humping like a pair of rabbits?” Draco dropped the goblet and spilt the juice all over him.  

“Pansy! In my family library! Really?!” Draco scowled at Theo who held his hands up in mock innocence. “Not my fault she can’t keep her hands to herself.” Hermione laughed and after a few moments of recovering from the embarrassment, Pansy did too. “Just don’t go around telling people, alright? The last thing I need is for my father to find out.” Pansy was serious again.  

“Pans, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm sure I can find something to put in Draco’s mouth to shut him up.” Hermione quipped and Theo barked out a laugh.  

“Will you stop trying to kill me, witch!” Draco gave up on trying to drink with his meal and left his goblet alone.  

The students had finished their dinner and Professor Dumbledore stood to speak again, this time with the Ministry official Hermione had saw at the World Cup.  

“I’d like to introduce Bartemius Crouch, Head of International Magical Co-operation; as the Ministry spokesperson, he has an important rule for the tournament.” Dumbledore led the applause and a slim, balding man with a small square of a moustache stood.  

“After due consideration, the ministry has decided that no student under the age of seventeen may participate in the tournament.” The last of his words were drowned in a sea of booing. Loudest of them all were Fred and George Weasley who were shouting “that’s rubbish!” and “you don’t know what you’re doing!”  

“SILENCE!” Professor Dumbledore’s voice reverberated around the castle walls.  

“The Goblet of Fire!” He waved his wand to reveal a glowing cup. “Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night.” The students were enthralled.  

“Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun!”  

***  

The castle was buzzing with the news of the triwizard tournament. The following morning when the owls bought in the post, Hermione caught sight of The Daily Prophet which Theo had uncurled in front of them.  

TERROR AT THE WORLD CUP  

By Rita Skeeter  

My dearest readers. It pains me to have to report a shocking turn of events from the Quidditch World Cup. What should have been a weekend of light-hearted competition and good sportsmanship, turned bloody as a group, known as Death Eaters, caused blind terror.  

None of the Death Eaters could be identified, but an eyewitness account reports that they saw The Dark Mark high in the sky, a telling sign that a murder had been committed. So far, no deaths have been reported, and only around fifty people needed medical attention.  

For those younger readers who don’t know what Death Eaters are, they are the notorious followers of You-Know-Who, they do his bidding and his dirty work, and target muggles and muggle-borns on his orders. They all bare The Dark Mark on their arm, and it supposedly allows them to communicate in a way, with one another.  

More to follow as updates come in. 
Stay safe out there. 

The article also showed a moving image of The Dark Mark in the sky. Hermione looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry’s jaw clenched. He looked stressed about the article, Hermione wondered for a moment if she’d done the right thing, but then mentally shook her head. Of course she had, Draco and the Slytherin’s had shown her more kindness in the space of a year than Harry and Ron had in two and a bit.  

“Do you think this has something to do with the prophecy from last year?” Hermione was worried. If Voldemort had returned and his followers were gathering in public, she wondered what it would mean for her and Draco.  

“I don’t know, but Pansy did see The Mark in your cup, and the prophecy did specifically mention being marked.” Draco chewed the skin on the side of his thumb; he also worried for Hermione’s safety.  

“Well, whatever it means; we stick together. All of us.” She placed her hand in the middle of the table and Draco, Pansy, Theo and Daphne all placed their hands in too.  

Hermione wished she hadn’t told anyone of the prophecy, but she was glad she had the support of her friends. She just hoped Ron and his frail ego would stand by Harry if trouble did follow them.  

The rest of breakfast went smoothly after that. Hermione was free to sit with whomever she chose; she decided on splitting her class time by sitting either with Pansy or Daphne, until it came to potions, then she sat with Draco. It was the only class he could best her in, so she hoped she’d pick a few things up from him.  

***  

The new school year brought with it, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Moody was an ex-Auror with jagged facial scars, and a magical eyeball that seemed to have a life of its own as it spun inside the leather strap attached to his face.  

The Gryffindor’s loved him; he was no nonsense, and responsible for a lot of the prisoners currently inside Azkaban, which meant there was some resentment from Slytherin. Hermione sat beside Theo in this class, as his father was a notorious Death Eater, he felt uncomfortable with Professor Moody, and everyone had agreed that Hermione would be a source of comfort for him, without being too emotionally involved like Pansy would.  

“When it comes to The Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach.” Professor Moody began the class, and the room was silent. “Now, who can tell me how many Unforgiveable Curses there are?” He looked around the room and everyone appeared to be nervous.  

“Three, Sir.” Hermione spoke as she raised her hand. She felt the magical eyeball look at her, and it felt like it was staring into her soul.  

“And they are so named?” Professor Moody prompted her.  

“Because they are unforgiveable, any use of one of them will-”  

“Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct.” The Professor cut her off and finished the sentence.  

“Now, Dumbledore thinks you’re too young to see what these curses do, but I say different!” His voice was a bark and the students jumped.  

With a flick of his wand, Professor Moody had lifted a spider from its jar and enlarged it with a quick ‘ engorgio’ spell. “Who can give me one of the curses then?” To Hermione’s surprise, Ron raised his hand and said “the Imperius Curse.” Professor Moody smiled at him and nodded.  

“Yes, your father would know all about that Weasley. Gave the ministry a hard time during the war.” The Professor looked deep in thought as he cast ‘ Imperius’ on the spider. At first, the class was laughing as he made the spider dance around the tables, but suddenly he swished his wand and the spider hovered by the open window.  

“What should I have her do next? Jump out of the window? Drown herself?” The class was silent again, and Hermione wasn’t sure if she liked this teacher. He was no Professor Lupin.  

“Years ago, witches and wizards would only claim to do You-Know-Who's bidding under the Imperius Curse. Now, how would we find out the liars?” He looked around again, almost daring someone to speak.  

Professor Moody waited but nobody spoke, instead, he pointed his wand at the spider and shouted ‘ Crucio!’ the spider seemed to scream in pain. “The torture curse.” He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Hermione turned her head away and Theo patted her shoulder. “Sir, I think that may be enough.” Theo spoke up and the Professor withdrew his wand.  

“You’re Nott’s boy aren’t you?” His eye whizzed and looked directly at Theo. “Yes Sir; I go by Theo.” Scratching his chin Professor Moody said “yes, your father had a penchant for the Cruciatius Curse boy.” Theo cringed and Hermione frowned at Professor Moody.  

“Alright, who can tell me the final unforgiveable?” Nobody spoke again. It was obvious to everyone in the room what the final curse was.  

“ Avada Kedavra!” The spider collapsed, dead, on Professor Moody’s palm and he dismissed the class. Without a look back to anyone, Hermione and Theo rushed out of the room. Theo collapsed in an empty alcove and let go of the tears he’d been holding in. Hermione dropped to the floor and wrapped her arms around him. Pansy and Draco turned up after a few minutes and helped the pair up off the ground. “Come on. We're going to Snape.” Draco said. Pansy draped Theo’s arm over her shoulder and the three of them escorted him down to Professor Snape’s office.  

***  

Professor Snape was furious. Sure, he’d underhandedly informed people of Remus’ condition last year, but he hadn’t tortured and killed an innocent creature in front of his students. He'd have to have a word with Allister.  

“Theo, are you alright?” Hermione handed him a mug of hot chocolate and he was deathly pale by the fire. Silently, he nodded. taking a sip of his drink he thanked them for the comfort they brought.  

“M-my father was tasked with torturing Order members for information.” Hermione was horrified. Draco and Pansy knew of Theordore Nott senior’s past, but Hermione had no clue. “Theo, just as I tell Draco, you are not your father. You have the choice every day to be better and do better than he did.”  

“Thank-you Hermione. That means a lot coming from you.” He gave her a small smile and the group stayed in the Slytherin common room for the rest of the morning.  

***  

The time had come to select the tournament champions. The school and its guests were all in the Great Hall anxiously waiting to see who’d be chosen. Professor Dumbledore called for silence as the first slip of paper shot out of the goblet.  

“The Beauxbatons’ champion will be Fleur Delacour.” Professor Dumbledore read from the first paper.  

“The champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!”  

“And finally, the Hogwart’s champion will be Cedric Diggory!”  

The hall erupted with cheers and applause for all three champions. Hermione and her Slytherin’s clapped along with the rest of the school, she met Harry’s eyes across the room and gave him a small smile. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing; surprised Harry’s name didn’t get called.  

“ Well done to our champions! Please follow me where the weighing of the wands shall commence.” Professor Dumbledore turned to leave the Hall with the three champions, when the goblet of fire roared to life once more and spat out another piece of parchment.  

The Hall was silent again. Professor Dumbledore grabbed the paper from the air and turned it over. His brow furrowed in confusion. How could this be? He shouted the name on the parchment and the students gasped.  

The student walked over to the other three champions, a bundle of nerves. Wondering who could have pulled a stunt like this?  

Hermione Greengrass had been selected as a fourth champion.  

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Hermione felt sick entering the classroom with Professor Dumbledore. The ministry officials looked on in confusion as the fourth-year student stood with the champions. Before anyone could question what Hermione was doing there, Professor Snape stormed into the classroom; his cloak billowing behind him.  

“What is the meaning of this?” He demanded.  

“I was just about to ask Miss Greengrass about it, Severus.” Professor Dumbledore stated, although his calm demeanour did nothing to ease the tension coming from Professor Snape.  

“Professors, I have no idea why my name was called. I have no desire to be a champion, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have entered as a fourteen-year-old.” Hermione tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. Professor McGonagall came in shortly before she finished speaking. “Albus, what are we going to do?”  

“Ah, Minerva. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do, once the goblet has chosen the champions the decision is final.” Bartemius Crouch spoke with a finality to his voice.  

“Miss Greengrass, if you would like to follow me back to your common room, I believe your friends will want to speak to you.” Professor Snape stood and Hermione went to leave with him.  

“Give them your wand for the weighing, and I’ll hand it back to you later. There will be no interview either for Miss Greengrass. She has gone through enough without Rita Skeeter speaking with her.” Professor Snape drawled and Hermione was stunned by his actions; she knew he could be kind in his own way, but this was downright amazing.  

“Goodnight then Professors.” Hermione left and as soon as she entered Slytherin common room she was wrapped up in multiple pairs of arms as Pansy, Draco, Theo and Daphne, all grabbed her for a hug.  

“What the hell Granger! Who's put your name in the goblet?!” Draco was furious. “Wait, why do you assume someone else has done it? I mean, I know I didn’t, but you guys don’t think I did it?” Hermione had been scared of facing them ever since the goblet spat her name out.  

“You’re mental Hermione. Of course we don’t think you’d put your name in the goblet! I'm surprised Cedric Diggory has of all people, but you’re far too smart for that.” Daphne said to her.  

“Than-thanks guys. I'm glad I have you all with me.” She smiled and her eyes began to fill with tears.  

“We’ll get you through it Granger.” Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. The others all moved away and sat down on the sofas nearby. They didn’t want to be near Hermione or Draco when they were kissing like that.  

“I love you Draco, but there’s something I need to tell you all.” The group were all gathered round her again; each looking more worried than the last. “Professor Snape and I had a talk as we were walking back.”  

“ Miss Greengrass.” Professor Snape began. “I’m well aware you don’t need an escort to the common room, but it’s allowed me a few moments of your time before you’re suffocating with affection from your peers.”  

Hermione snorted and quickly apologised. “Please Sir, do go on.”  

Taking a deep breath, and pinching the bridge of his nose, Professor Snape began to tell a story that sent a shiver down Hermione’s spine.  

“As you know, there was a disturbance at the World Cup. It was in fact Death Eaters that had been targeting muggleborns and those they consider traitors. Thanks to the quick thinking of Narcissa Malfoy, you were spared a fate worse than death, however, not everyone has been fooled by the stunts pulled by the Malfoys. Which means you’re being tested.” Professor Snape looked down at the girl, trying to gauge her reaction.  

“A test? For what? Sir.” Hermione hoped to Merlin and Morgana it wasn’t to do with the prophecy.  

“Unfortunately, it seems Sybil was correct with her prophecy; The Dark Lord is in fact alive. He has plans that coincide with the triwazard tournament, and I am having to continue my role as spy.”  

“Professor?” Snape held his hand up. “Another time. Just trust what I have to say Miss Greengrass.”  

Nodding at him, Snape continued.  

“There was a plot originally involving Mister Potter, however, since your affiliation with Mister Malfoy and the Malfoy family has become...intimate, their plans changed. It seems The Dark Lord wants to test your loyalty. You have been entered into the tournament so that by the end of it, if you are not dead, you will be swearing your loyalty to The Dark Lord; you will be expected to take The Mark, along with Draco, and do as He tells you.”  

Hermione began to cry. She knew it was coming but didn’t think it would go this far.  

“I will assist you in protecting your mind child, The Dark Lord underestimates anybody that isn’t him, and that is his weakness. You will work on your mental ability to hide your thoughts, so that when you must face Him, you are strong enough. You're not expected to do anything other than swear your allegiance at this time.”  

Hermione nodded. Sniffing and wiping her face, she mulled over the words of her potions professor.  

“Sir?” Her voice was just above a whisper and Snape gave a single nod.  

“I love Draco very much, the Malfoy’s have been nothing but kind to me, and the prophecy from last year scares me, but it’s not the part about me that I'm frightened of. I'm scared of losing Draco. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him by my side.” She said it with such conviction that Professor Snape just stared.  

“Very well, Miss Greengrass. Should you need to confide in anyone, I am available, as are the Malfoys. You may also tell your friends. But remember, there are eyes and ears everywhere. Not everyone is your friend.”  

Hermione waited on someone to say something. Pansy and Daphne were stood with their mouths open. Draco's jaw was clenched, and Theo was subconsciously rubbing his left forearm, the memory of seeing his father’s Dark Mark bubbling to the surface of his mind.  

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco. “Honestly, don’t be a prat. How is this your fault? It's Voldemort’s fault for being a raging lunatic.” They couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t let Him hear you say that.” It was supposed to be an attempt at humour from Theo, but Hermione shuddered. “Sorry. I didn’t mea-”  

Cutting him off with a quick “it’s fine.” Hermione sat on the deep, green couch and wondered what the hell she was going to do next.  

***  

The first task was a little over a month away. Hermione had no idea what she would be up against, but she knew that each task got more difficult; she focussed hard on her studies and her and Draco spent their evenings in the library.  

Pansy and Daphne had tried to take Hermione’s mind off the upcoming task, but their obsession with the Yule Ball wasn’t enough. “Girls, I appreciate it, but I’m just not in the mood for a dance.” “Hermione, it’s not about the dance.” Daphne began. “It’s about the impression you’re making, and how we can make Draco’s jaw drop.” Pansy sniggered.  

“Fine! Have you got your dresses?” She put the book down and gave her full attention to the two girls, if they were experts at anything, it was formal attire.  

“We have, and we’ve also taken the liberty of selecting yours. And no, you can’t see it until you’re putting it on.” Hermione huffed but agreed, she trusted whatever they had chosen would be lovely.  

The following morning, at breakfast, the owl post arrived, and Hermione snatched a copy of The Daily Prophet from Theo. She was anxious to see if Rita had mentioned her. Hermione was thankful Professor Snape spared her the horror of an interview, but she had a sneaking suspicion that Rita Skeeter wouldn’t let that stop her.  

TROUBLE WITH THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT.  

By Rita Skeeter.  

My darling readers, it’s time for Hogwarts to host the legendary Triwizard Tournament. But not all is as it seems, as the name suggests, it is three students from each school that are entered to compete, but something is afoot at Hogwarts this year.  

Fourth-year student Hermione Greengrass has been selected as a fourth champion! She will be competing against three much more capable and older students, how will Miss Greengrass handle the pressure?  

Our records show Miss Greengrass comes from an influential pureblood family, that were seemingly absent during the Blood War, could this be an act of revenge? Or could it be something nefarious is cooking up?  

Me, myself and I want to know!  

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Suppose it could have been worse.” She shrugged and handed the paper back to Theo. As she was sipping on her hot tea, two shadows appeared in her field of vision, she turned around and saw Harry and Ron standing by her.  

“Can I help either of you?” She raised an eyebrow and wondered what in Merlin’s name would they want with her now.  

“Care to explain just how you did it?” Ron asked her. Draco scoffed. “Wow Weaselbee, and I thought you couldn’t get any thicker.” Daphne bit back a laugh.  

“Ronald. I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.”  

“Come on ‘Mione, we were your friends once.” Harry had a defeated look on his face. “Yes, once.” She responded coolly. “But you’re not now. So off you go.” With that, she turned her back to them and resumed her breakfast.  

“Come on Ron, she’s obviously on their side now.” Harry pulled at Ron’s arm, and they left.  

“Before any of you ask me if I'm alright; I'm alright. I don’t know why they thought I'd just open up to them.” Pansy held her hand out and grabbed Hermione’s. “You don’t need them Greengrass, you’ve got us.” Hermione smiled.  

“Draco, you’re going to have to stop calling me Granger.” He rolled his eyes at her. “But you’ve always been Granger to me.” She couldn’t help but smile at him. “You could try calling me Hermione?” She teased.  

“Hmm, I think I'll call you Mi. Because you’re mine.” He grabbed her waist and nipped her neck, earning him a shriek.  

“Guys! Not at breakfast!” Daphne laughed.  

***  

The first task quickly approached. Hermione had no idea what she was facing, until she entered the tent and Bartemius Crouch held out a velvet bag. “In here is a miniature version of the creature you will be facing. Your task will be to retrieve the object in its nest, and that will give you the clue to the second task.”  

Hermione gulped. Nest! Fleur put her hand in the bag first and pulled out a palm-sized dragon. Hermione thought she was going to faint. “The Welsh Green!” Mr Crouch said.  

Viktor Krum was next, he pulled out the Chinese Fireball, Cedric Diggory had to face the Swedish Short-snout, and Hermione was up against the Hungarian Horntail.  

She had no idea what to do. Her brain was firing on ever cylinder trying to think of how she could retrieve something from a dragon’s nest.  

“Mind if I have a quick word?” Great. That's all Hermione needed. Rita Skeeter.  

“Miss Greengrass! I'll start with you.” She pulled Hermione’s arm and led her to the other side of the tent. “You’re an interesting one, Miss Greengrass.” The quick-quotes quill scratched on the levitated parchment beside Rita.  

“How so?” Hermione asked. “Well. I asked around, and nobody had heard of the Greengrass family having a Hermione in them.” Rita had a vicious smirk on her face. “I can assure you Miss Skeeter, if you were to check the ministry records, you’ll find everything to be in order.” Hermione held herself high, she wasn’t going to be taken down by this witch.  

Professor Dumbledore had begun with the first task, and Hermione made her way up to the spectators stand on the higher level of the tent. She watched as Fleur lulled the dragon to sleep with an impressive charm, although Mister Crouch boomed his congratulations through the enchanted megaphone, and the dragon woke from its slumber.  

Right, so that’s out. Mister Crouch is an idiot.  

One by one the three champions faced their dragons, and then it was Hermione’s turn. She took a deep, calming breath and made her way out of the tent.  

She took her wand out from its holster and gripped it firmly. Sweat was gathering on the nape of her neck. The Hungarian Horntail glared at her from its nest, the beady eyes tracking every step Hermione took.  

She focussed on the task at hand and paid no attention to the cheers and jeers she received from the rest of the school. Hermione stood tall and looked the dragon in the eye, the horntail stood taller and reared its head back before bellowing out a thick, heavy stream of fire.  

Hermione darted behind the nearest rock seconds before the flames hit where she had just been. She took a few deep breaths and wondered what she was going to do. Think Hermione, think!  

It felt like hours, the dragon would not move from her nest. She wouldn’t be baited by other animals Hermione had conjured, and her upkeep of flames meant Hermione couldn’t get close. She chanced looking into the crowd and locked eyes with her blonde wizard.  

You have to fly my darling. She heard Draco’s voice inside her head. What?! I can’t fly! She thought back to him. Had he gone mental? You can do it Mi, think back to the summer. Think of the Manor. He was right, Hermione had spent part of her summer learning to fly with Draco, but it was one thing to take a romantic broom ride with your love, and it was an entirely different thing when you were faced with death.  

“ ACCIO DRACO’S BROOM!” She pointed her wand at the stalls and Draco’s Nimbus 2001 came soaring over to her; she had taught him how to shrink it down so that he could keep it on him, otherwise she had no idea if the ‘accio’ would work.  

She reached out and hopped on the broomstick and Draco cheered loudly for her. She circled the enclosure, but every time she went lower, the dragon whipped her tail around to try and knock Hermione off.  

She really hated flying. She ran through a list of spells in her head and an idea came to mind, she had faith in her ability to cast the spell, but with an animal as large at this, she had no clear understanding on if it would work. She circled the dragon a few more times before pointing her wand at the dragon’s face, and with all her might, she shouted ‘ LAPIFORS!’  

To her astonishment, it worked.  

Well, it kind of worked. In place of the fire breathing head of the Hungarian Horntail, there was a large rabbits head. The buck teeth were as big as the doors she’d seen in Hogwarts, but it eliminated the threat of fire. Unsure of how long the spell would hold, she dived on the Nimbus 2001 and grabbed the golden egg from the nest. She flew back into the tent just as the heat of the fire caught the end of her robe.  

She quickly cast an aquamenti spell, and a jet of water shot out of her wand, putting out the fire.  

The cheers were deafening. Hermione collapsed on her cot as the medi-witch came over to examine her. “You’ve got minor cuts and bruises, but apart from that, you’re fine.” Professors Snape and Dumbledore entered the tent. “Miss Greengrass, are you hurt?” “No Professor Dumbledore, just shaken up really.”  

“I must say Miss Greengrass, your display of flying combined with the spell was impressive.” Coming from Professor Snape, this was an outstanding compliment.  

“The scores will be up shortly; you may join your classmates.” Hermione thanked her professor’s and Draco ran down from the stalls to meet her.  

“Mi! I'm so proud of you, you were beautiful on a broom!” He picked her up and span her around, as he placed her feet back on solid ground, he kissed her; leaning his weight into her as she arched backwards.  

The Slytherin common room was full of celebration that night. There were bottles of wine and firewhiskey being handed around and Hermione was thrust into the air by Draco and Theo. “Greengrass! Greengrass! Greengrass!” The group chanted, and the rest of the students joined in.  

“Open the egg Mi!” Draco shouted. Hermione grabbed the golden egg from the coffee table and twisted the top; the shell cracked open but a piercing scream penetrated their skulls.  

Quickly shutting it again, the sound stopped. The common room was silent. “What the fuck was that?!” Pansy yelled. “I have no idea, but it’s supposed to be a clue for the next task.” Hermione said. “Maybe you’re standing against a banshee?” Daphne pondered. “No, it can’t be, the tasks get harder, and I don’t think I'd struggle against a banshee after a dragon.” Hermione had replied.  

***  

It had been weeks and Hermione was no closer to solving the egg. Their friendship group spent hours in the library looking into magical eggs, but so far, nothing had come up.  

“Right, come on.” Draco slammed his book shut, and Hermione jumped. “Sorry love.” He gave her an impish grin and she rolled her eyes at him. “What are we doing?” She looked curiously at Draco.  

“We’re going on a date. You need a distraction.” “A date? It's a Friday evening, what are we going to do at Hogwarts?” Hermione wanted to solve this egg desperately.  

“Bless you for thinking that could stop a Malfoy.” Draco stood proudly, with his chest puffed out. “Fine, but let me change, okay?” It was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes. “Girls.” He muttered under his breath.  

“Alright but meet me by the entrance in twenty minutes.” He sauntered out of the library and Hermione began to fluster over what she could wear.  

“We haven’t got time to go back to the dorm, so I'll fix your uniform okay?” Pansy looked Hermione up and down, her mind whirring as she thought on what she could do.  

With a swish of her wand, Hermione’s Slytherin uniform had been turned into a simple deep green blouse, high waist black trousers, small heels and a clutch bag. Daphne twirled her wand above Hermione’s head; her curls smoothed and tied half up, out of her face. “Now, go get your man!” The three of them giggled and Hermione left them to carry on researching the egg.  

“Wow. You look beautiful my love.” Draco kissed her and handed her a red rose. He had quickly changed into an all-black suit, and he cast a ‘ Disillusionment’ charm over them both, hiding their forms from wandering Prefects.  

Making their way off the Hogwarts grounds, he undid the spell, and they made their way into Hogsmeade. The wizarding village was alive with activity. Warm lights illuminated their path as Draco took her into The Three Broomsticks. “I’m sorry it isn’t more, but I thought we could do with a break from the others.” He looked forlorn at Hermione, but she smiled up at him. “It’s not the place, it’s the company, and you’re the best company.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and they sat in a quiet booth in the corner.  

They ordered their food and drinks with Madame Rosmerta and Draco informed Hermione with some startling news.  

“I heard back from father.” He began. “Oh, what did he say?” Hermione had hoped Lucius could shed some light on what Professor Snape had said of Voldemort’s plan.  

“Well, as we know, He is alive, nobody is certain, but it definitely stinks of dark magic. He wants you to prove yourself.” Hermione nodded and sipped her butterbeer. “We knew that already.”  

“Yes, but His primary target is still Potter. He's using you to get to him.” Hermione’s brows furrowed. “But Harry and I aren’t friends.” Waving his hand dismissively, Draco continued. “That matters not to The Dark Lord, he doesn’t pay attention to the gossip of teenagers. He remembers your interference with the Stone, and he was surprised a Greengrass would help Potter.”  

“At least he believes I’m a Greengrass.”  

“We’re counting on that to stick for as long as necessary.” Draco responded.  

“Father didn’t go into further detail, he said it was too dangerous to put in a letter, but he is digging and is in contact with his old associates.” “Will your father have to join His ranks?” Hermione worried for the Malfoy’s safety. “My love, we may all have to join His ranks.” Shuddering, Hermione took a bite of her food.  

“Professor Snape is teaching me Occlumency. He hasn’t said I'm doing well, but he doesn’t seem disappointed, so that’s praise enough.” She said, once she had finished her mouthful.  

They spoke more of Professor Snape and his Occlumency lessons, then, after they had paid, they wandered hand in hand around the village.  

“I’ve had a lovely evening Draco, thank-you for taking my mind of things for a bit.” He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders, hugging her into him. “I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled out a small box and held it in the palm of his hand.  

“It’s not quite an engagement ring, we are still underage, but it’s my promise to you that one day, you will be Lady Malfoy.” Hermione could feel her eyes water. she opened the box and inside, sat a stunning diamond ring. “I thought you said it wasn’t an engagement ring?” She was puzzled. In the muggle world, diamond rings were a sign of engagement. “You forget who you’re with my love, that is merely a cheap stone compared to what awaits you.” She blushed under his gaze.  

“It’s beautiful, do I wear it on my right or left hand?” He picked her left hand up and slid the ring on her fourth finger. “It’s still a sign of courtship, so you traditionally wear it on your left hand, but I understand if you want to switch.” Hermione could hear the plea in his voice. “It stays on my left then.” He beamed at her, and Hermione thought it was the loveliest view.  

“I love you.” She kissed him and he murmured his love back to her on her lips.  

***  

Entering the now deserted common room, Hermione and Draco made their way to their separate dorms. As she opened the door to the girl’s room, Pansy and Daphne picked her hand up and squealed. “He really did it then!” “You knew!” Hermione should have known; these snakes were cunning.  

“Of course we knew, it’s Draco. He's been in love with you forever.” The three of them sat and spoke for an hour on Pansy’s bed before Hermione stifled a yawn. “I think it’s time for bed.” She climbed into her own bed and fell asleep with a smile on her face.  

***  

Hermione was surprised when, as she was leaving Charms class for the day, Viktor Krum asked if he could speak with her.  

“Miss Greengrass, a pleasure to meet you.” His thick accent made Hermione squint slightly as she processed what he had said. “Nice to meet you, Viktor. Please, call me Hermione.” He struggled slightly with her name, and she allowed him, begrudgingly, to call her ‘Hermy.’  

“That is a lovely ring Hermy, but you are too young? No?” He saw the diamond ring on her hand and she smiled at it. “It’s a promise ring Viktor, and no, I'm not too young. Draco is who I want to be with.” His eyebrows knitted together in a frown. “Ahh. I am too late.”  

Hermione cocked her head to the side. “Too late for what?” Shaking his head, Viktor told her he was going to ask her to the Yule Ball.  

“Ahh, I'm sorry Viktor, but I'm going with Draco. Perhaps you should ask my sister, Daphne?” Viktor nodded and asked if he could be introduced.  

As they walked, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder, why hadn’t Draco officially asked her to be his date. She supposed they were basically engaged, so he couldn’t go with someone else, but it would have been nice for him to ask.  

Hermione introduced Viktor to Daphne and left the two of them talking. She quickly found Draco but was surprised to see a scowl on his face. “What’s up with you?” She prodded him with his elbow, but Draco shuffled away from her.  

“You and Viktor looked awful close.” His voice was a sneer; it reminded her of the altercation they had in second year. “Draco, are you jealous?” She smiled teasingly at him.  

Another huff of annoyance was all Draco responded with. “He was going to ask me to the ball, but I told him I was going with you, and he complimented my ring.” Draco seemed to soften at this.  

“I haven’t asked you yet. Perhaps a nice French Veela wants to be my date.” This time, it was Hermione’s turn to be jealous. “Well, have fun with your French fancy.” Pansy and Theo exchanged a look.  

“Trouble in paradise?” Theo chided.  

“Draco’s jealous because Viktor Krum asked me to the Yule Ball.” Theo laughed and Pansy snorted into her tea. “Oh Draco, you best ask your witch quick!”  

Hermione flicked a pea at her. “Don’t be mean Pansy.” There was a joking tone to her voice.  

Draco stood abruptly and walked out of the Great Hall. Hermione worried she’d pushed him too far. “Ignore him Greengrass. He’ll come round.” Hermione was not a lot of things, but she was notoriously stubborn. “Fine. Two can play that game.”  

***  

The Yule Ball was just days away, and Draco still hadn’t asked her. They had barely spoken a word to one another since the evening in the Great Hall, and it wasn’t helped by Daphne spending time with Viktor around them. Pansy and Theo had both tried to talk to Draco, but he wouldn’t have any of it.  

The following day, he came to Theo and Pansy in a blind panic. “I’ve fucked up haven’t I?” They rolled their eyes at him. “Go and get your witch mate.”  

“Where is she?” Pansy and Theo shrugged. “The library?” They offered as a suggestion. Draco ran as fast as his legs could carry him; sure enough, he found Hermione tucked away in their corner.  

“Mi, I'm an idiot.” He dropped to the ground beside her. “I would love nothing more than for you to accompany me to the Yule Ball. Nobody, and I mean, nobody could turn my eye from you. You are the single most beautiful witch I've ever met, your mind is a work of art and you are the embodiment of perfection. I am not worthy of your love, and yet you give it to me every day. Please Mi, be my date.”  

Hermione had really tried not to smile, but the sight of the great Draco Malfoy on his knees, practically begging to be his date, made her insides go mushy.  

“Get up off the floor Draco, you great prat.” He stood, unsure of what her answer was. Not wanting to push, he stood there awkwardly and waited. “Of course I’ll go to the ball with you! There is no-one else for me but you, my love.” He bent down, cupping her face in his hands and gave her a searing kiss.  

“Mister Malfoy! This is a library!” Madam Pince hissed at him, and the couple sprang apart from one another. “Sorry.” He mumbled at his feet, not daring to meet the librarian in the eye.  

“I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy.” She placed her left hand on his cheek and he turned to kiss her palm. “I love you too. Now lets stop this fighting.” She pinched him. “Prat! You fell out with me, but I agree, no more fighting.”  

They left hand in hand, heading down to the dungeons to let their friends know they had kissed and made up.  

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The tension amongst the group had eased, now Draco and Hermione were back on better terms, he had become civil with Viktor Krum, who seemed to hang around Daphne an awful lot.  

This provided useful, however, as Viktor shared his knowledge of the egg with Hermione. The six of them were sitting in the Great Hall that evening for dinner and Viktor had news.  

“Hermy, you have solved egg? No?” Draco hid his laugh at Hermione’s nickname behind a cough. “No Viktor, I still don’t know what it means.” Hermione picked at her dinner, glum that she hadn’t solved it yet.  

“You will need a bath. Egg does not work out of water.” Viktor said with his strong Bulgarian accent. Hermione's face lit up. “Thank-you Viktor!” He smiled at her, and Draco couldn’t help but tense his jaw. Hermione gave Draco’s leg a reassuring squeeze. “Want to help me figure this out?” She said to him. Draco nodded, too stunned for words at the prospect of seeing Hermione in the bath.  

Once everyone had returned to the common room after dinner, Hermione pulled Draco to one side. “Ready?” She asked him. “Are you sure you want me there Mi? Or should I call you Hermy?” She swatted him with her hand. “Prat. And yes, I want you there, but don’t get any ideas, I intend to wear a bathing suit, I suggest you wear shorts too.” Hermione knew Draco’s mind had landed in the gutter at the mention of sharing a bath, but she was too focussed on the trial for anything else.  

The two of them made their way to the Prefect’s bathroom; they had made sure to cast the disillusionment charm on them so they wouldn’t be seen. They entered the bathroom and Hermione went into a stall to change; Draco did the same.  

“Are you ready?” He came out from the cubicle and Hermione stepped out. She had a plain black bikini top on, with matching briefs. “You er, you look.” Draco was lost for words; it was the most revealing outfit he’d seen on Hermione and didn’t know where to look.  

“Come on. Let’s get in the water.” She averted her eyes from Draco’s bare chest. The three years of Quidditch was paying off; his chest was sculpted yet slender.  

The large bath in the centre of the room quickly filled up. They got into the warm water and dunked the egg below the surface, as Hermione untwisted the top; she could hear a song. They held their breaths and went underwater to hear it.  

“ Come seek us where our voices sound; we cannot sing above the ground.  

An hour long you have to look; to recover what we took.”  

Breaking the surface of the water, Hermione brushed her hair from her face, and they began to discuss what it could mean.  

“I think it has something to do with merpeople.” Draco finally said.  

“So, the merpeople have taken something from me, and I have an hour to get it back?” Hermione wondered aloud.  

“How are you going to hold your breath for an hour?” Draco looked on in confusion.  

“I’m obviously going to have to find a spell.” Hermione went to climb out of the bathtub, but Draco grabbed her wrist.  

“Wait.” He gazed at her, and the tension thickened between them.  

She wrapped her arms around his neck and the two began to kiss. It became heated and he lifted her legs up to wrap around his waist; he trailed kisses along her jaw down to her neck. She could feel his arousal digging into her.  

“Draco, stop. I'm not ready.” She pulled away and dropped her legs. Draco looked ashamed. “Mi, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.” She kissed him again to reassure him. “You didn’t push me, but I don’t want our first time to be in a bath.” He nodded and grabbed a towel for them both. “Come on then, let’s get to bed and tomorrow we’ll figure out what spell we need.”  

They left the bathroom and made their way back to the dungeons; Pansy, Theo and Daphne were sat waiting for them. “Where did you two disappear off to?” Pansy asked with a raised eyebrow.  

“We figured out the egg clue.” Hermione said. “Yes, that’s not all you did was it?” Theo pointed to Hermione’s neck and she whipped her head around to Draco. “You gave me a hickey?!” He held his hands up in mock innocence. “To be fair love, you looked positively divine in that bikini.” Hermione smiled and asked Pansy to help her hide it with a glamour spell.  

“Not happening Mi. You're mine and I want everyone to know.” She rolled her eyes at him again. “Draco, everyone knows I'm yours, I'm wearing a diamond ring for Merlin’s sake. I can’t walk around with a hickey on my neck. Think about what people would say, I'm a girl, I'd be called all sorts.” Draco went to argue, but Daphne and Pansy cut in.  

“Draco, she’s right. It's not the same for girls as it is for boys. She'd be called a slag and there’ll be loads of rumours spread around. You don’t want that for her.”  

“Sorry love, I didn’t think of it like that. Hide it if you must.” He nuzzled into her and she cuddled him back.  

“Anyway. The egg.” Theo motioned for them to continue. Hermione told them the clue and they came to the same result as Draco and her did.  

“Do you know what spell you’re going to use?” Theo asked her. “Not yet. But I'll head to the library tomorrow and find something.”  

***  

After their classes had ended for the day, Hermione and Draco had gone to the library. They had found all the books they could on merpeople, water and breathing underwater. “I think, my best choice would be a bubble-head charm.” Hermione finally said.  

“I agree, it’s the only thing that won’t interfere with your vision or face and it’ll leave you with the ability to use your wand too.” “I just have to practice now. It's a seventh-year spell.” Draco scoffed at her. “You could do it in your sleep Mi.” She laughed and smiled at his unwavering support.  

“Thank-you my love, but I should practice. It has to hold for an hour.” “Okay we can practice tonight; what do you think they’ve taken from you?” Hermione chewed her lip. “I don’t know. My most prized possessions are either the gifts you’ve given me, your love, our friends and Crookshanks. I have all my gifts from you, you can’t take someone’s love away, our friends are okay, and Crooks is in my dorm.”  

Draco pondered her words for a moment, but Professor Snape came to interrupt their study session. “Sorry to disturb you both, but Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence Mister Malfoy.” Draco went to argue with his teacher, but Professor Snape held his hand up. “Now. Mister Malfoy.”  

Hermione helped him pack his things away and headed back to the dungeon after giving Draco a chaste kiss. “Guys, can you help me with the bubble-head charm?” Theo and Pansy worked for a few hours, late into the night, with Hermione. She had perfected the charm and it held, with no faults for over an hour.  

Draco still hadn’t returned, and now Daphne was missing. It wasn’t like Draco to not be with her, she’d have been lost without him during the first task. She didn’t know how she’d cope without him here, and Daphne was her sister. Where could she be?  

As Hermione and the other champions reached the black lake the following day, they still hadn’t shown. She looked to Professor Snape, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Then it dawned on her. The song in the egg clue. Draco and Daphne were the missing things! Hermione began to hyperventilate, and her friends rushed over to her immediately. “What is it Greengrass?” Pansy rubbed her back and Theo encouraged her to take deep breathes. “Dr-Draco. Daph-Daphne. Lake. Sto-stolen.” Is all she got out between gulps of air.  

“Best hope that charm holds then Greengrass.” Hermione knew what she had to do before Professor Dumbledore spoke.  

“Our champions have each had something of great significance stolen from them. It is up to them to find them and bring them back. They will each have one hour.” Professor Dumbledore said. Viktor gave Hermione a small smile and she hoped he could retrieve Daphne in time.  

Casting the bubble-head charm, Hermione dived into the water. Her wand illuminated the murky waters of the black lake, and she kicked her legs as hard as she could to reach the merpeople’s village.  

There, floating in the water, were four people. Draco, Daphne, Cedric’s girlfriend Cho Chang, from the year above Hermione, and the fourth girl she did not recognise, but she assumed it was someone close to Fleur.  

It broke her heart to see Draco and Daphne suspended in the water like that. She assumed they were under some sort of stasis charm; she swam closer, but the sight of a shark head spooked her, and she swam out of its line of sight.  

She relaxed when she saw it was only a shark head; it was Viktor! He had transfigured the top half of his body into that of a shark. Viktor broke through Daphne’s bindings, and he kept a firm grip on her as he swam off with her.  

Now it was Hermione’s turn. She pointed her wand at the vines holding on to Draco and cast ‘ relashio!’ The bindings broke, and she grabbed Draco’s arm. Swimming whilst holding on to someone was difficult. The bubble-head charm was faltering as she focussed her energy on making sure Draco was safe.  

She had almost reached the surface when the charm fell. Hermione instantly held her breath and kicked her legs harder. Her muscles burned but she was determined to get Draco to safety. The second his head broke the surface of the water, he was conscious. He looked around in confusion for a moment, but then saw Hermione was on the verge of passing out.  

He took over and grabbed her; swimming to the water’s edge. “Come on Mi, we’re almost there.” He spoke to her, and Professor Snape helped get them both out of the lake.  

Theo and Pansy had rushed over with thick towels and Professor Dumbledore cast warming charms over them. “Are you alright?” Draco wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her head. She tasted of the lake water, and he grimaced. “You saved me, Mi. Thank-you.” He held her to him, and she sobbed.  

“I was so scared Draco.” He stroked her hair and soothed her. “It’s okay, I'm safe. You did it.” She reached out and pulled the others into a tight hug. She didn’t notice Harry and Ron looking on at the group with a mixture of jealously and disgust. “I’ll always save you Draco.” She whispered in his ear.  

Professor Dumbledore had announced after the first task, the scores would be announced at the end of the third task; Hermione didn’t think she was in first, but she considered herself to have done well, especially for her age.  

***  

The time had finally come for the Yule Ball. Hermione had no idea what her dress was like. Pansy and Daphne had spent hours on her hair and make-up; her hair was curled in an elegant updo, she had a few curls hanging loose, and her eye make-up was subtle but with a bold, red lip.  

Hermione's dress was flawless. She adored it. It was a grey blue A-line dress, the skirt was tulle, and the top bodice was shimmering with the appliques that were covering her. The straps were thin, but Hermione had never felt more beautiful.  

“Pansy...Daphne.” Her voice was thick; she was on the verge of tears. “Ah! No tears! I haven’t perfected the waterproof charm yet!” Pansy wafted her hands over Hermione’s eyes and the three girls laughed.  

“Come on! I can’t wait to see Draco’s face!” Pansy grabbed their hands, and they left the girl’s dorms to meet Viktor, Theo and Draco.  

[A/N; Hermione’s Yule Ball look.]  

Draco stood with his mouth wide open. He had never seen a more beautiful creation than Hermione in that moment. Hermione thought Draco was gorgeous in his black dress robes and pressed, white shirt. He held out a rose for her and tucked it behind her ear in her curls.  

“Mi. I have no words. Can you marry me now?” Hermione laughed and blushed furiously. Everyone was staring at her when they entered the Great Hall; even Harry and Ron couldn’t pull their eyes away from her. She offered them a small smile and they continued to stare.  

as Hermione was one of the champions, her and Draco were up first to dance, along with Viktor and Daphne, Cedric and Cho, and Fleur and her date who Hermione recognised from the upper years.  

Draco held her left hand in his hand, her promise ring twinkled under the lights, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist as they began to twirl across the floor.  

“I love you Draco.” She whispered to him as they danced. “I love you Hermione.” She smiled when he said her full name. “I’m worried about the final task next week.” Draco span her around and pulled her back to him, embracing her from behind he kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry about that for now. Just enjoy this.” She relaxed into him as the song ended, and they bowed to one another.  

The rest of the school had joined the dance floor at this point, and they danced for a few more songs before somebody tapped Draco on the shoulder. “Malfoy.” It was Harry Potter. “Potter. What do you want?” Draco sneered at him, and Hermione just stared.  

“I er, I wanted to see if Hermione wanted to dance with me. I wanted to talk to her.” Hermione stiffened. Why would Harry want to talk to her now, after all this time? “Only if she wants to Potter.” Draco looked at Hermione and she considered it for a moment.  

“You have five minutes Harry.” Draco nodded once and walked over to where Theo and Pansy were. “What’s that about Draco?” Theo asked him. “No idea, but she’ll tell me afterwards.”  

***  

Harry awkwardly held on to Hermione as they span around the room. “What did you want to talk about?” She asked him. He cleared his throat. “Well. For one, you look lovely.” He smiled at her, and Hermione realised just how much she missed her friend.  

“Thank-you Harry. You look nice too. But what did you want?” She may miss him, but she wasn’t going to forgive him just because he paid her a compliment.  

“Well. I've been speaking with Sirius. I've been having strange dreams about You-Know-Who. I think he’s planning something for the final task.” Hermione tensed again. She knew this, but why did Harry know this.  

“Okay. And what does that have to do with me?” She tried to play it off as Harry being paranoid, but she’d began to sweat slightly.  

“Hermione. You're in the dreams. I see you by You-Know-Who's side.” They had given up all pretences of dancing and stood still in the middle of the room. Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him away to the side. “What do you mean? I'm going to become a Death Eater?” Harry shook his head; he did not want to believe that. “I don’t know Hermione, but it’s not a good thing.”  

“Well thank-you for an illuminating conversation, Harry, but I must get back to my intended.” She signalled for Draco to come over and rescue her, and he was over within seconds. “Intended? You mean you and-” Draco cut him off and held up Hermione’s left hand. “Yes Potter. Intended as in my future wife.” Harry gaped. He had no idea Hermione was in this deep. “Right. Well. Think about what I said Hermione.” With that, Harry walked away.  

As soon as Harry had walked out of earshot, Hermione told Draco what he had said. “Do you think he was telling the truth?” Hermione shrugged. “I know he has a weird connection to Voldemort, but I don’t know. I can’t see me being by His side as a Death Eater, can you?” Draco shook his head. “I hope not, but you know what the prophecy said. Maybe Potter is on to something.”  

Hermione was silent after that. Neither of them knew what else could be said as they were both lost in their own thoughts.  

***  

As the night concluded, Hermione and the other Slytherin’s retired to the common room where they stayed up late discussing theories of the final task.  

“Do you think The Dark Lord will turn up?” Theo asked her. He was scared for his friend’s safety. They all were. “I don’t know. We all thought he was dead for all these years; I don’t think it’s going to be quite that simple.” Hermione shuddered at the prospect of coming face to face with Voldemort.  

Pansy conjured up five mugs of hot chocolate and they sat around the fire. “I think I'd like a sleepover again guys.” Hermione’s voice was tense, and the others readily agreed. Draco and Theo transfigured the furniture like they had done the previous year, and the girls changed into their pyjamas.  

They huddled under the duvets and Hermione snuggled up to Draco while the others all got comfortable too. It was a restless sleep for them all as they dreamt of things yet to come.  

The final task had arrived. Hermione woke up full of dread. Professor Snape had managed to catch her before she made her way to the meeting point. “Miss Greengrass, how are you feeling?” Hermione looked at her potions professor and offered him a sad smile. “I’m scared. I don’t know what I'll be facing, and I don’t know what the outcome will be.”  

“You are a brave and strong witch, Miss Greengrass. I have faith in my ability to teach you, and I have faith in your ability to learn. Your occlumency is brilliant for your age.” Hermione felt the threat of tears and blinked them away. “Thank-you Professor.”  

She left the classroom and headed outside. It was time for the final task.  

Chapter Text

Hermione stood with the other champions. They were facing a large maze that had been magically grown on the Quidditch pitch; Hermione wondered what she could be facing in the maze, she knew it wouldn’t be as simple as getting to the middle, or out of the maze. As her mind wandered, Professor Dumbledore announced their final task.  

“Each champion will enter the maze where they will face various challenges. These are designed to test your knowledge and your strength. In the centre of the maze, you will find the triwizard cup; simply hold on to it and you will be transported back here and declared the winner.”  

Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and the maze opened. Hermione and Viktor were the first to enter, and Cedric and Fleur entered after ten minutes. Nobody spoke as the maze seemed to have a life of its own; it was dark and cold as Hermione turned and walked along the path.  

She was first confronted by a Blast-Ended Skrewt; she quickly cast ‘ impedimenta’ on its underside and continued running. The maze seemed to continue forever; there were a jet of red sparks that shot up from the hedgerows just after she heard a scream. Fleur. Hermione hoped she was okay, but she had to focus on getting out of the maze.  

Her next challenge was a boggart. It had turned into Draco again, this time he was telling her she was ugly and he had never loved her. She choked back tears as she cast ‘ riddikulus’ and he had turned into a white ferret.  

She giggled and stored the memory away to tell him later; she couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him he’d turned into a ferret. Her laughter was short lived when she came across Viktor in the maze. His eyes were glazed over and he was staring at her; wand drawn.  

“Viktor it’s me. It's Hermy.” She cringed but she knew she had to think fast. He cast a spell at her and it knocked her over. She retaliated but he deflected the spell. They duelled and Cedric stunned him. “Tha-thanks Cedric.” She panted as she fought to catch her breath.  

She sent up a shot of red flares to get Viktor rescued, and Cedric had bound him to the hedge. He did not want Viktor coming after either of them again. They ran along the hedgerow and came to the centre.  

There was the cup. Cedric glanced at her and made a run for the cup. Knowing she had a good chance of not being sent back to the Quidditch pitch, she cast a quick ‘ accio’ and the cup hurtled past Cedric and into Hermione’s outstretched hand. The familiar pull of a portkey grabbed her abdomen and she vanished.  

***  

Hermione landed with a thud on the hard ground. For a split second she thought she was back on the pitch, but a cold and cruel laugh made her shiver. Voldemort. She quickly stood and brushed down her robes; not wanting to put this off any longer, she turned around and he was there.  

Voldemort stood in black robes. He looked like he had partially transfigured into a snake; his red eyes were narrow slits, and his nose was non-existent, just two small nostrils on his face.  

“Ahh, Miss Greengrass. We meet at last.” His voice was an unnatural melody; it was almost soothing. “My Lord.” Hermione bowed her head. She did not want to piss this wizard off, even if the words tasted of ash on her tongue.  

“Such manners. Your family must be proud.” Voldemort complimented her. “Thank-you my Lord, my family and the Malfoy’s have taken excellent care of me.” Hermione thought it would work in her favour to name drop the Malfoy’s. She knew Voldemort regarded the Malfoy’s with great respect.  

“Yes, I believe your intended is young Master Malfoy is it not?” Hermione couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Draco. “He is Sir.” Hermione held her left hand up to show Voldemort the ring that adorned her finger.  

“Come forward child. There is much to discuss.” Hermione felt as though she was under the imperius curse; her feet seemed to carry her without any thought. She stood about three feet away from Voldemort and dropped her eyes to the ground as a mark of respect. His Death Eaters were floored by her manners, they hadn’t expected it from her.  

“You may remove your masks comrades.” He made it sound like it was a choice, but every one of them followed what they knew to be an order. Hermione caught sight of Lucius Malfoy and gasped. “Ahh yes, you must already be acquainted with Lucius here.” Voldemort motioned for Lucius to step forward and he gave Hermione a tight hug. “Are you alright my child?” He whispered in her ear. Hermione was scared to cry, so she nodded against his chest instead. “I’m so proud of you and my son.” He said as he pulled away and rejoined the other Death Eaters.  

“I’m sure by now Miss Greengrass, you’re wondering what I want you for.” Hermione bowed her head again. “Yes Sir. I believe you were after Harry but wanted to meet me instead.” Voldemort commanded her to look at him; she felt his piercing ‘ legilimency’ like ice-cold daggers hitting her skull.  

Hermione dropped to the floor and writhed in pain. She fought viciously against the intrusion; using her skills Professor Snape had taught her. Eventually, she managed to cast him from her mind. Voldemort gave a slow clap and Hermione found it sinister.  

“Very good child. Not many people can protect their mind from me. You will do well.” Hermione thanked him and waited for him to speak again. “There is something you must do for me, Miss Greengrass.” Hermione couldn’t help but snap her neck up to look at him. “My Lord?” She wondered what Voldemort would want with someone like her.  

“I require Harry Potter to be weakened. Your occlumency is phenomenal, I daresay you may even be better than Severus, who I assume, trained you.” Hermione nodded. “Thank-you my Lord, and yes, Professor Snape did teach me.”  

Without warning, Voldemort turned his wand on Lucius Malfoy and cast ‘ crucio’ Lucius crumpled and began to scream. Hermione was horrified. “Please, my Lord, let Mister Malfoy go.” She felt pathetic begging for his life, but what else could she do?  

“I want you to swear your loyalty to me Miss Greengrass. I want you to do as I say and weaken Harry Potter’s mind. Or you may find your beloved on the end of my wand.” His voice was still oddly soothing, although his words were malicious.  

“Yes, my Lord. Whatever you need from me.” Hermione said without hesitation. She would do anything for Draco Malfoy.  

Voldemort released the spell from Lucius, who lay panting on the ground; a thin film of sweat had formed over his face. “Stand, Lucius. It seems Miss Greengrass is indeed...loyal to me.” Lucius swayed as he stood. He looked at Hermione who had wiped her eyes free of tears; he nodded his head to her before turning to Voldemort. “My Lord, she has been most faithful to my son and our family. We will watch over her.”  

“See that you do, Lucius.”  

“And now, Miss Greengrass.” Hermione bowed her head once more; awaiting instruction. “You must find a way into Harry Potter’s mind and leave a crack. Nothing he will notice, but enough so that I may infiltrate it. I have something that only Harry Potter can access; and it is of great importance he finds it.”  

“I also need you to keep quiet. Nobody must know of my plans as of yet; when the time is right, you shall be summoned.” Voldemort waved his wand and Hermione flinched. She felt a burn on her chest and looked down to see a gold chain had materialised around her neck.  

“You’re too young to be Marked my child, so this will have to do, until such a time you are eligible to wear my Mark.” Hermione inspected the necklace and was stunned by its simple beauty; it was a small serpent. Fitting.  

“ Now, Lucius, you may escort Miss Greengrass back to the maze entrance; but do not be seen.” Lucius bowed and Hermione followed suit. “I shall be seeing you again soon, Miss Greengrass.” “My Lord.” Hermione tucked her arm into the crook of Lucius’ elbow and felt the familiar tug of apparition. They materialised within the maze and Lucius hugged her again.  

“Are you alright?” Hermione broke down and cried again. “It was awful. He-He.” “Shh. I know dear child, I know.” There were no words of comfort he could speak to her. “We must all follow His lead for now, yes?” Hermione nodded. She understood what he was saying, but more importantly, what he wasn’t saying.  

“You may tell Draco and your friends of this, but not a word to anyone else.” Lucius apparated away silently and Hermione emerged from the maze.  

“Hermione! Where have you been! It's been hours!” Pansy and Draco had rushed over to her with Theo and Daphne in tow. “It’s a long story.” She whispered to them. “It was a big maze. I was lost.” She spoke louder and for the benefit of the teachers that were staring at her.  

***  

After everything she had been put through, Hermione couldn’t be angry that Cedric had been declared the winner of the triwizard tournament; she had come in third after spending so long in the maze. Hermione was just happy she wasn’t last like Fleur. she had nothing against the French witch, but it wasn’t fun losing anything.  

Professor Dumbledore had called for a celebratory end of year/end of the tournament meal in the Great Hall and the room was full. Slytherin had won the House Cup thanks to Hermione, even with a tournament and Voldemort hanging over her head, she hadn’t neglected her studies.  

As Professor Dumbledore began his speech, there was a loud gasp and a scream from behind him. Professor Moody shot up from his seat and made a run for the main door; just before he reached the handle, he fell to the floor and thrashed around on the floor. “What’s happening?” Hermione asked Draco. “I don’t know, but whatever it is it’s not pretty. Look at his face!” Draco had pointed and Hermione knew what was happening.  

“Polyjuice Potion! He's turning back!” She shouted louder than she intended to, and Professor Snape raced over. “Miss Greengrass! Explain yourself at once!” Hermione wasn’t sure if Professor Snape knew she had stolen the ingredients in her second year, but thought honesty was the best policy here.  

“During my second year, I stole supplies from your store cupboard and brewed Polyjuice Potion for Harry, Ron and myself. We thought perhaps Draco was the Heir of Slytherin, so Harry and Ron turned into Crabbe and Goyle and spoke to Draco. Obviously, he wasn’t, but I remember Harry and Ron squirming around like that when the potion wore off.” She winced as she expected to be disciplined.  

“Miss Greengrass, I'm not going to punish you for rules you broke two years ago, however, I would appreciate it if you came to me in future should you wish to test your abilities at brewing higher level potions. Am I understood?” Professor Snape was impressed. A second year muggleborn brewing Polyjuice Potion. She reminded him of Lily.  

“Perfectly, Sir. But what about Professor Moody?” Professor Snape looked up and was horrified that the man standing was not Alastor Moody. It was somebody Professor Snape long thought was dead; Bartemius Crouch junior was stood, in the flesh, like a deer in the headlights. His beady eyes darting around the room as hundreds of children looked on with a mixture of fear and confusion.  

“ Incarcerous!” Thick black ropes shot out from the end of Professor Snape’s wand and bound the man. “Ahh Severus. We missed you at the-” “ Silencio!” Professor Snape silenced Barty before he could say anything further.  

“Please everyone, make your way back to your dormitories! Prefects, lead the way!” Professor McGonagall shouted and the hall quickly emptied. “Who’s that?” Hermione asked Draco. “No idea, but he seemed to know Snape.” He whispered back as they left the Great Hall.  

***  

“Barty Crouch Junior. What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” Professor McGonagall was floored. They had all seen him try and escape the trial of Igor Karkaroff after Karkaroff named him a Death Eater. “Hello Minnie! You're looking as lovely as ever.” Barty said, as if it was a social gathering.  

“Enough! Somebody alert Azkaban and let them know they have one missing.” Professor Dumbledore said. “Oh Albus, you’ll have more than just me missing soon. Have you not heard? He's back! And he’s got fresh blood.” Barty smiled wickedly. Professor Snape looked at the wizard and attempted occlumency.  

He was in an old house. Severus didn’t know who the house belonged to, but he could see it was once a grand manor. He saw Barty Crouch go up the stairs and enter a room where The Dark Lord sat. But he didn’t look like The Dark Lord, he looked like a small, mangled child. “My Lord, are you sure you want to change the plan? We've got everything in place. I can get Potter to you.”  

The strange form that was Voldemort spoke. “No! The plan has changed. Bring the girl to me instead. She will be most useful. Now bring in the old muggle caretaker so I may return to my proper self. Any person who stands against me is my enemy, and their bloodshed will allow me to be reborn!”  

“ Albus, I'll alert Azkaban at once.” Severus said. “See you soon Sevvy! Maybe next time you’ll be at the next gathering!” Barty was laughing maniacally, as if it was all a joke to him.  

“What did you see Severus?” Professor McGonagall was worried. “Nothing of importance. But Crouch was instrumental in the return of You-Know-Who.” Minerva looked crestfallen. So, it was true. He was coming back.  

***  

Hermione had told her parents she would be interning over the summer with a wizarding family, so she was able to stay with the Malfoy’s; she had told the Malfoy’s her family had made summer long plans with their dental practice. She wasn’t sure they believed her, but after the school year she had just had, they understood her reluctance at wanting to go back into the muggle world.  

Her summer holiday was glorious. She spent every day with Draco, Theo, Pansy and Daphne; they spent their time reading in the library, exploring the grounds of the Manor and flying their broomsticks above the orchid.  

At night, they wouldn’t sleep in their own beds, and instead of chasing the boys from the girl's rooms, Narcissa had allowed them to sleep in a single room all together, on the promise that all they would do was sleep. Mipsy was on hand any time Draco and Hermione were left alone for longer than ten minutes, so their actions were mostly innocent; a few stolen kisses, a quick over the clothes fondle, but nothing more explicit than that.  

Lucius had heard from the Ministry that Dumbledore was insisting Voldemort had returned, but Minister Fudge was keeping quiet. He didn’t want to cause a mass panic or seem incompetent to his voters. So, he ignored the signs.  

“Children, a word please.” Lucius said one afternoon after they returned from Diagon Alley.  

“Minister Fudge is still denying the return of The Dark Lord, but he is placing one of his own in the school this year as your Defence teacher. I have had the misfortune of meeting Dolores Umbridge, and I must insist you all do as she says.” The group nodded.  

“I hate that insufferable bitch.” Narcissa blushed when she realised they had heard her speak. “What I meant was-” Her pureblooded upbringing made her want to amend her statement.  

“She is an insufferable bitch, Cissy. So you will do well to listen to her. You do not want to be on the receiving end of her punishments.” “Yes Father.” Draco responded. The others followed with a “Yes Sir.”  

***  

The following morning was September 1 st . Hermione and Draco were sat in a compartment with Daphne. Pansy and Theo were in the Prefects carriage.

It was time to go back to Hogwarts.