Mudblood//Hermione Granger

Chapter 19 [✔]

I step out onto platform 9 3/4 with an air of dignity surrounding me.

Last year was chaotic, to say the least, and I prayed to whoever would listen that I just wanted a normal year this time around, I swear if this year is as chaotic and event-filled as last year I was going to drop out of school, and live on the mountainside by myself for the rest of my life.

After the final task and Harry, Cedric and I arrived out of the graveyard and back at the school; I had avoided Hermione with a certain persistence that scared me.

I hadn't talked to her all summer despite all of her concerned letters.

People had been asking me what happened, I haven't talked about what happened in the graveyard so they only have the version of the story that the famous and now declared crazy Harry Potter told them.

Each time someone would approach me I left the room ignoring their pleads and calls for me to explain, Skeeter had been fired from the Daily Prophet for the better and was now in hiding.

I wasn't much better; I rarely talked to people over the summer, I was terrified to receive the same response that Potter had when he told the truth to everyone, it's not that it wasn't true, because every single word of it was true-how Cedric died-how Voldemort came back to life-Peter Pettigrew-...the death eaters.

If the truth came out my fate would be determined; I'd be sentenced to a life of torture for something that I wasn't.

I drag my trunk behind me up the stairs to an empty cabin; shutting the door behind me the window shining with curious eyes as they realize who is inside of the compartment.

I gave Harry the prize money even though he insisted indignantly that I was to take it but I wouldn't take the prize that should have been Cedrics since Harry and I were flukes in the system; more like intentional flukes.

I pull out my DADA textbook and begin reading the incredibly boring intro of the basics, 'approved by the ministry' says on the inside, in the foreword.

I hear a knock on the window and see Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott.

I reluctantly stand up to allow them inside the cabin.

They take a seat in front of me and smile almost reluctantly.

"Look...I know you put me through hell the last year but this one we have to stick together Y/N," Draco starts out just as I close the door.

"Why's that Draco?" I ask him sighing as I sat back down.

"I have a feeling someone is going to let out the truth about our families and you know what that will do to us-we will be cast aside like used house elves, we need to stay together otherwise-we are all dead," Draco says a scared tone to his voice.

"If you mean someone as in Potter-he doesn't have any source to tell anyone about our families," I sigh. "Nott-what is your opinion on this?"

"Well...I hate to admit this but I think that Malfoy is right, we need to stick together, your father, his father, and my father-they are all in the same situation, and one day that might be us," Theodore extends his thoughts to me.

"I guess your right, but Draco are you sure you want to be 'friends' with me after all of the bullshit that I put you through?"

"I understand why you did it so yeah-I guess I am, besides we are only friends and I know that's all we will ever be, anyways we used to always get along didn't we?" He asks me curiously.

I think about it realizing he was right.

"Alright...I'll bite," I reluctantly agree to his absurdity. "But I will not put up with any of your bullshit towards Hermione, okay?"