Chapter 8

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I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER


Hermione POV (the next morning):

"Fuck." I woke up to see the space next to me empty. My clothes were thrown randomly across the room. I dragged myself out of bed before reaching up to untangle my panties from a nearby lamp. 

"Where the fuck is everybody?" I groaned and quickly dressed before leaving the room.

"Hermione!" Ginny called.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Look at The Prophet," She said, shoving the paper at me.

MALFOY HEIR TO BE WED?

Early this morning, I received news from a reliable source telling me Draco Malfoy was newly engaged to Astoria Greengrass, a pureblood witch. This wedding will obviously be the event of the century, so turn to page 12 to see what Mrs. Greengrass has already planned.


What. The. Fuck?

First, he leaves his fiancée without so much as a note, and then is reportedly marrying Astoria?

Absolutely enraged, I grabbed Errol, the practically dead owl, and wrote to Draco.


Dear Draco,

Have you seen The Prophet? 

Hermione


I decided to write a shorter letter so Errol would not die delivering my letter.



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