In The Dark

Chapter 3

Hermione could not believe what she read in that damn diary. She had flipped through the pages, again, and had found out a lot of shit.

She had not gone over the fact that the Order, everyone, in fact, had betrayed her. After reading the diary, and Ginny's plan, Hermione decided that she would run away. London wasn't an option.

She was going to Wiltshire.

OoO

In the early morning, at approximately 4 am, Hermione, snuck into Ron's room to show the events which happened in the room. As she went in quietly, she saw blond hair in Ron's bed.

'whatttttt the fuckkkkk,'

She applied the charm and she placed the memory into a vial.

After a few moments, she quickly ran out of the room with the vial downstairs. She opened the door and exited the Burrow with Ginny's diary, the vial, her trunk, and newly formed beaded bag. She'd go to Wiltshire and see the memory there.

OoO

She apparated out. She was in Diagon Alley, few shops opened. There was a small diner, so Hermione went there.

There were barely any people there and they looked at Hermione weirdly. After all, she was Harry Potter's best friend, nothing else. It took Hermione a moment to calm down.

She strolled up to a waiter and asked for a breakfast meal.

"Sure thing," he nodded.

By the time she reached finished, it was already 7 o'clock. "Wow, time moves fast!" She muttered to herself in fascination. She went out of the diner and went shopping for her Hogwarts supplies and other things.

She was finished by 9 o'clock.

She had 12 hours to go to Wiltshire.

12 hours until she knew the truth.

And for some reason, she wanted to look presentable.

She apparated to muggle Wiltshire and went inside a store.

It was huge.

She grinned and despite herself, she went to look for dresses.

After trying on 7 dresses, she fell in love with a dark green dress which fell till her knees, sleeveless, only straps holding it. She bought a black coat to wear over it, along with 1 inch heels. As she went to the cashier, she noticed someone familiar.

It was none other than Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, shopping for heels and makeup.

She turned around, lest they realised her. But she was a moment too late.

"Granger?" Daphne's voice came, floating as she approached her.

"Hello, Greengrass," she responded, flatly.

"Daph, do you think these shoes would look good or thes..." her voice trailed off as she saw Hermione.

"Mudblood," she greeted, tilting her head with a sneer.

"Pugface," she greeted back, with a scowl.

"So, what brings you, of all people, to muggle London?" Hermione asked, incredulously.

"Oh, the usual, you know, shopping, getting our nails done.." Daphne trailed off, trying a lipstick shade while glancing at herself in the mirror, turning around to ask pansy whether it looked good. she shook her head in response, gesturing her to try another shade.

She gave a sigh. These girls were her only hope.

"Listen." Hermione said, groaning in despair, "I need your help."

They both raised an eyebrow, giving each other a glance and sharing a look.

"What do you need?"