Draco and Hermione - Between the living and the grave

6. Confrontation

Arriving at the train station, a black, stretch limosuine slowed to a stop as people stopped, staring at who was inside. Mr and Mrs Weasley were, as usual hurrying their children along, well Ron and Ginny at least, along with Harry, who as usual stayed with them for the remainder of the Summer.

Waiting inside the limo was Narcissa Malfoy, one of the first wizarding families in centuries, vaskly related to several other famous wizarding families in time. The blacks just being one of them, along with the Lestranges were also the Greengrass's and the Tonks's.

But no one seemed to get along with the Malfoy's, mainly because of their strictest belief of keeping the Malfoy name "Pure Blood".

Hermione stared blankly out the tinted window, being able to see everyone walking past and trying to stare into the limo but not being able to. Narcissa looked at the girl whome she had agreed with Lucius to be nothing more than a mudblood and a 'menace to society' but underneath all that, Narcissa saw a lonely, terrified girl, scared to be back in the world once more and angered that she was ripped out of such a place, and lonely because no one could understand what was happening to her.

And she's right. Hermione thought to herself as she sighed and kept staring at everyone going on doing their day-to-day activities without even knowing what was going on behind their backs. Nobody does understand.

"Are you two ready?' Narcissa spoke up as finally, Hermione looked away from the window and at the woman who had looked after her, and given her food, a bed, and a nice warm shower and clothes, even though this woman despised Hermione.

"Gotta be better than a grave,' Hermione joked, but her smile soon faded as she once again felt empty, lonely, angry, betrayed. "I guess, as I'll ever be,' she finally spoke.

"Good, Draco, darling?' Narcissa asked her son as he nodded, not saying a word. "Now dear, I want you to look after this girl, she has been through a terrible ordeal and everyone will be pushing to find out stuff from her, which she cannot, under any circumstances reveal unless she wants to imbalance the world.' Narcissa told her son matter-of-factly as Hermione tried to object.

"No, no, no... he doesn't have to... really... I know he ha-'

"I will mother, but what about... Voldermort? If Her-Granger will be joining us for christmas and school holidays then...'

"Dont worry dear Draco, I already have that sorted, now lets go!'

She kept her head lowered, firmly looking at the ground and her feet, but she could still hear them, whispering, gossiping, gasping, awing the very fact that Hermione Granger was really alive, that she had been bought back from the dead. As soon as she had stepped out of the car, Rita Skeeter had zoomed up to her, trying to pry questions from her tiny, fragile body but Narcissa quickly hit her with the patrificus totalus spell before escorting muggle born Hermione and her son Draco into the train station, beginning to make their way to platform nine and three-quarters.

But she could hear them, every single one of them. Some were whispering that the Malfoy's had bought her back from the dead to enforce her to be their slave, others whispered that she was so powerful that she bought herself back from the dead, other's were saying she never really died, instead was at St Mungo's battling some eating disorder and the rest, just wanted to know what was going on.

"Granger,' Draco whispered as he appeared beside her from the other side of his mother as she quickly looked up, meeting his worried expression. "You alright?'

"I can hear them, all of them, what their thinking, everything,' Hermione's voice cracked as she spoke back to him.

"What are they thinking?' he asked, now a little curious.