(Forgot to mention this in the description, but I'm gonna say that they put a bubble around Hogwarts so no time passed outside and no one aged inside out of courtesy to all the parents so they would only have to worry for a few hours instead of nine months but the season still miraculously changed from fall to spring and the Muggles not associated with magic and the wizarding world had fake memories of that time.)
It started off just like any other Thursday. I got up, took a shower, brushed my hair and teeth, ate breakfast, read for awhile, ate lunch, went outside, but when I went inside to watch TV I somehow sensed a magical presence. I ignored it and walked into the basement. I was planning to watch TV but I slipped into my room (my bedroom is in the basement) and checked the reception on the last YouTube video. It was of me and Ron playing truth or dare. A few weeks into the summer, Ron and I decided that we had been much better as friends and parted on great terms. It was getting surprisingly great reviews. I was gonna change into something more comfortable before I went to watch TV. I pulled my pants down so I was just in my underwear when I suddenly heard a sound that sounded almost like someone emerging from Floo Powder... But that can't be right. Forgetting about the fact that I wasn't wearing any pants, I dashed out of my room and emerging from the fireplace was none other than-
"Malfoy." I spit venomously. It wasn't a question. With that platinum blonde hair and those stormy gray eyes... God I could get lost in those eyes for forever. He spoke, snapping me out of my trance. "Granger, you're staring at me like a lunatic. What is wrong?" He asked gently, almost as if he... cared? No. It can't be. Draco Fucking Malfoy has no feelings. "Get out," I said in a dangerous tone, "Antes de llamar al Ministry." "Please Hermione," He said, his palms outstretched. That is bloody weird. Draco Malfoy, Head Boy, would never plead with someone like me. "Don't call call the Ministry on me. I didn't mean to come here. My mother was being abusive again and I needed to get away so I grabbed the key to our Gringotts Vault, threw some Floo Powder in the fire and just whispered, 'Safety'. I don't know why here is any more safe than anywhere else." "It probably thought that the Head Boy and girl would be safer together than apart." I said conclusively, then added slowly, "Why was your mum getting abusive?" He sighed and answered, "She was mad again about how much of a coward I was being when Bellatrix did... that to you." He nodded lightly at my arm. "She said I should be punished in a way I was familiar with." And, saying nothing more, he pulled up his sleeve and showed me a word neatly cut into his forearm: Deatheater.
Hey guys! Sorry about the short chapter the next one should be out soon. It just seemed like a great place to stop. More stuff and I will be addressing the pants problem in the next chapter.
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Fanfiction(By the way I'm doing this as if there was an easy cure for Hermione's parents and they are back to normal now and everyone is still alive except Dumbledore and Snape face it people they died.) It's a normal day for Hermione Jean Granger. Well, that...
