Passionate *COMPLETE*

Chpt. 15

Draco Malfoy pov.

"Hey Parkinson, where is my cousin?"

I am still annoyed about what she did to Hermione at dinner.  She better make amends with my cousin.  No one treats my family like they don't deserve it.

"She went to speak to your father about something.  Hermione isn't so bad when you get to know her."  Pansy tells me fidgeting with her hands.

"I know but why does she need to speak to my father?"

Was something bothering her?

"I told her about when I was a baby.  She thinks that the Order is up to something."  Pansy explains to me

"The Order is always up to something."

"No, she has been thinking about the kidnapping alot.  Hermione thinks that there is something behind them."  She tells me and I can tell that she is thinking the same thing.

"We know that they were trying to use her against her parents.  They probably would have done the same for you.  Don't think to hard about it Pansy."

"What if there is more to it?  Why kidnap us and go against our parents.  Our parents didn't do anything wrong of the sort."  Pansy says getting angry

None of our parents did and not even Tom Riddle.  They turned their back on him even Dumbledore.

"Did you notice that Hermione's hair is getting kind of long?"  Pansy ask me.

I nodded my head and smirked.

"Why are you looking like that Draco?"  Pansy ask me.

She is starting to look like my aunt.  Her glamour charm will start wearing off and she can look like herself but I doubt that there will be a big difference.

"Draco."  I hear my mother yell for me

I walk to the living room with Pansy.  In the living room, Hermione is speaking with Voldemort.  My parents, her parents and my friends and now her friends are here in the room.

"What is going on?"  I hear Pansy whisper to Goyle and Crabbe.

"Hermione might have figured something out."  Blaise tells Pansy but I see something flash in Blaise's eyes.

I look at him curiously and notice how he hasn't taken his eyes off of my cousin.  The look in his eyes...

That is the look that my father gives my mother.  That is the look that my uncle gives my aunt.

"Blaise, don't even think about it."

Everyone stops talking and gives me wierd looks.

"Draco, are you alright?"  My mother ask me.

"Yes mother but I would like to speak to Blaise for a moment."

Blaise looks at me curiously and nods his head.  The both of us walk to another room in the house that is far away from the living room.  We walk in and I fold my arms across my chest.
Blaise frowns at me.

"You good, Draco?"  Blaise ask me

"Blaise, you know that you are my best friend, right?"

"Yes, I do know."  Blaise tells me looking confused

"Blaise, you do know that Hermione is my cousin, right?"

"Draco, she is nice.  I don't see her as more then just a friend."  He tells me leaning on a desk behind him.

"Then try not to look at her like that then.  If I noticed them pretty soon her father will notice."

"I know."  Blaise says in a whisper

Blaise has a secret that only myself and him have known since first year.