Hey its me...Jazzy!!! And shit just got shitter... life sucks for our favorite ship. *sigh* I am evil...
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***(Hermione's POV in 3rd Person)***
"Tell me, dear. What do you have to say to me?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly.
"I've...been getting some notes recently," Hermione began. "And uh...Draco and I didn't take them seriously. We thought someone was messing with us when they told us to divorce or Ron would get hurt."
Mrs.Weasley paled, and her knees started to shake. "No...no..." she said, collapsing in a chair nearby.
"I'm so sorry." Hermione sobbed, tears steadily streaming down her face. "It's all my fault that Ron got hurt. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."
Hermione heard footsteps coming up behind her. "Hermione!" A familiar voice called out. Draco.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Draco said breathlessly. "There's another note."
Hermione gasped. How could her so called "secret admirer" hurt her in such a forceful way?
"But this time...its for me." Draco finished, handing her a small piece of paper.
Hermione read the note aloud. "My precious jewel, leave your dreadful Hermione forever...or she and your mother dies. And that's certain. You have one day to divorce her. I'm warning you, my sweet. Lovingly, your Secret Admirer."
"Smell it." Draco ordered.
Confused, Hermione took a quick sniff. The paper was drenched in perfume. A nauseatingly strong blend of oranges and roses filled her nose, making Hermione gag in disgust.
But she knew the scent smelled familiar, but Hermione didn't know where she had smelled it before.
"It smells like something I've smelled before." Hermione said. "But I can't place it."
"It does? Think, try to remember where you smelled it." Draco said encouragingly.
"I...don't remember. But I remember it was just as strong." Hermione racked her brain of scents, trying to figure out where she had smelled the horrid perfume.
Suddenly, a mediwitch appeared before the stressed group. "Ronald Weasley has gained consciousness, but is in a critical stage. We'll have to keep him overnight. His wounds are so deep that you can see the bone. He's lost a lot of blood. There is a chance that he could lose consciousness and die."
"Oh my," Mrs. Weasley said, starting to cry. Ginny and her brothers rushed to comfort her.
"Ron..." Hermione whimpered.
"Hermione. Focus. Can you recall anything?" Draco asked. "Was it a place?"
Hermione's watery eyes widened with realization. "I remember."
"Well, what was it?" Ginny asked, patting her mother on the back comfortingly.
"It was a few years back, at Christmas. In Bella's room. My mother had forced me to go up there and talk with them. When I walked in, Valerie and Bella were spraying that disgusting smell everywhere."
"So it's Valerie? Or Bella?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm assuming it's Bella, because it's her house. But that doesn't explain what she's doing in the wizarding world. It makes no sense." Hermione replied.
"Wait...who's Bella? Or Valerie?" Ginny asked, clueless.
"Bella and Valerie are my evil cousins. They live to insult me." Hermione informed.
"Why would Bella, or Valerie, want to send you creepy notes? They must be working with someone." Draco added.
"True." Hermione said, nervously running her fingers through her soft hair.
"How can we figure out where Bella or Valerie are?" Draco asked.
"I know! We can use Harry's map!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping a bit off the ground.
"A map? What?" Draco questioned.
Hermione smiled. "I'll explain. In third year, Fred and George gave Harry a map that could locate people all over the wizarding world. If Bella or Valerie are currently in the Wizarding World, we'll be able to find them."
"Wow." Draco breathlessly whispered. "That's brilliant." Hermione agreed, offering a small smile to Draco amidst the stress and chaos.
"We have to find Harry! We'll find him and get the map! You all take care of yourselves and Ron. Don't worry about us, we'll be back." Hermione said, starting to walk out of the waiting room. Draco, grabbing her hand, joined her.
Walking out of the Hospital, Draco and Hermione found themselves in a flurry of light, fluffy snow. The flakes were falling fast and in great numbers.
"This snow isn't going to stop anytime soon." Draco muttered to Hermione, just as loud as it took for her to hear.
"Let's go before it gets worse. I heard Harry's going to be in the Daily Prophet giving an interview." Hermione said, walking through several inches of freshly-fallen snow.
With a nod, Draco squeezed Hermione's hand, and apparated to Diagon Alley.
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