Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 2: Owls

A/N: This is in first person at first then third again because I'm finding it realy hard deciding what form it should be.

Hermione's POV

I woke up to Ginny shaking my shoulder.

"Hermione! Hermione wake up it's time for breakfast!" she whispered in my ear. I groaned and opened my eyes.

"I'm up, I'm up." I lifted myself up and my bones ached. I wondered what made them like that but then I remembered. Malfoy. I groaned again.

"What's up, 'Mione?" Ginny asked me with all the concern of a true friend.

"Nothing, Gin." I answered.

"There's something up I know it!" Ginny teased. I shrugged.

"Let's just get down to breakfast okay?" I asked her and went out of the room, Ginny following curiously.

Draco's POV

"Morning everyone!" Blaise greeted cheerfully as he took his place next to me at breakfast.

"Seriously, mate, you don't belong in Slytherin." I said as he grabbed some toast. "You're making us look like happy-go-luckies!" Blaise laughed.

"I am, aren't I. And someone hasn't told me all the details of last night." he replied. I looked at him and proceeded to tell him all about last night's victory of torture with the mudblood.

"Realy dude? And she was looking at her arm?" Blaise questioned me when I finished the retelling.

"Yep." I confirmed.

"I wonder what she was looking at. . ." Blaise pondered.

"No one knows, Blaise." just then Pansy Parkinson strolled in and sat in the seat next to mine, univited.

"Hey Drakie-pooo!" she sang in her ultra annoying voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Last night." I shrugged.
"Ooooooh! What happened?" she asked us. I side-glanced at Blaise, hoping he got the message. What message? The message that says: 'I'm not telling her anything so get a distraction'. That one. He got it, all right. Sometimes I think he's physic.

"Hey look the owls!" he distracted.

"Yaaay! My mom said she'd send me some of her new cake!" Pansy shrieked at I raised my eyebrows.

"Hogwarts doesn't feed you enough?" I mocked and she rolled her eyes. She got her cake though. And Blaise got a present too.

"Hey my parents sent me Bertie Botts!" he told me excitedly. A few owls went over to the other side of the hall, Gryffindor's table. I was about to go back to eating my eggs when one of my fathers owls with an M on its breast landed in front of me. I took the letter and it flew off. Recognising the handwriting, I excused myself from the table and went out into the entrance hall to read it. My father never sent me letters, especially with Magnificent, his favourite.

Hermione's POV

Owls filled the hall. I didn't realy look until most of the owls had left. I didn't expect an owl. Then I heard a soft coo, and something affectionly pecking my cheek. I looked up and saw a black owl perched in front of me. I didn't recognise it and the ministry didn't have any black owls. I took the letter attached. It was addressed to me. In my fathers handwriting. My heart skipped a beat. The winter holidays were coming up soon and most kids would be going home. Was he inviting me back? I wanted to open it when I realised that Harry and Ron where there. I still hadn't told them and I didn't want them to find out. So I excused myself and headed towards the entrance hall to read it.

A/N: Right it was pretty obvious who was talking then but I'm going to go back to third person now.

Hermione walked into the entrance hall and stood opposite to Draco. Neither noticed each other. Cautiously Hermione opened her letter and Draco at the same time.

Dear my dear Hermione,

As you know, most children go home at the winter holidays. I was thinking that you may want to come and stay with me a few weeks? There may be some Deatheater related activities during the weeks, and I know we'll be having a dance on the Wednesday, so I was hoping you could come to that? I'm trying to be a responsible father after our gap over the years. Again I am sorry for not telling you I was your father. I was kind of dead if you allow that as a kind of excuse. I have to go now, but I was hoping you could send an answer with Terror- that's my black owl that will probably be pecking on your cheek right now. Hermione looked and sure enough there he was. I have a present for you when you arrive.

Love, your father,

Tom Riddle. [I hate using the name but . . . the letter may come into the hands of the Ministry.]

Draco,

During the winter holidays you are required to join the Dark Lord with me and your mother to go to a formal dance. We'll see you then.

Your father.

Draco and Hermione looked at their letters silently before looking up at the wall. Yes, Hermione thought, I'm going to spend time with my father! But meanwhile Draco brooded on the fact he was going home. Hermione was going to reply straight away to tell her father yes, while Draco was about to go to say No. He walked up to the Owlry while Hermione twirled around, as happy as Harry had been when he got his Firebolt. Then she proceeded to the Owlry where Draco already was.

Draco had already written his note to home.

To my father,

I'm not coming to the Dark Lords house this winter holidays nor will I be coming to the manor. I'm not coming home and I find that final I'm staying here at Hogwarts.

From Draco.

He let the owl fly off. Then Hermione came in and began to write her letter to her father.

Dear dad,

I would love to come over to yours this winter holidays! I don't mind if there is some Deatheater activities, for I know your very busy trying to take over the world, and all that. It would be splendid to go to the dance as well, and I can't wait for the winter holidays! By the way I love Terror, he's realy cute.

Love you,

Hermione.

Then she sent Terror off with a squawk. That's when Draco noticed her.

"What you up here for, mudblood?" he sneered. Hermione looked up, startled.

"I could ask you the same question!" she replied.

"Yes but I don't need to answer you I'm your better!" he laughed at her.

"Urgh you Malfoy's." she retorted and went to the door.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question!" he shouted.

"Yes I didn't but I don't need to answer it." she told him looking back and smirking.

"Yes, yes you do." he said.

"Well trust me on this, you don't want to know." she smiled at him in a mysterious way and left the Owlery.