Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 24: YOUR MUMS A HUFFLEPUFF!

A/N: Third update today! Wohoo I'm on a roll! Oh, and no offence to any Hufflepuffs out there!

I sat down onto a seat in the corner of the library and opened the letter again, slipping it into a book as a cover. My father wanted to show Harry he was back. 'After seeing your Potter book,' he had written, 'I looked into it. There are 7, and in the 4th book, your 4th year, Harry found out I was back. That's what I want to happen. It just feels fitting, but I have no one at Hogwarts to help me coax him to see me. No one, that is, apart from you. Help me, Sophia. I feel this is the right way to go.' But how could I do this without revealing all? Harry would have to trust someone who'd bring him in, and that only one was me. And I wasn't ready to blow my cover- not yet! There was so much I had to do, so much to uncover, Snape to prove guilty of treason. And Sophia couldn't do any of those things, only Hermione could. I sighed inwardly.

"Ooh Granger you doodled on a library book!" a voice drawled. I gasped and looked down to my letter. All around the sides were obviously hand-drawn Dark Marks, each snake that unfolded from the skull with a different marking on it's back. They were all freshly inked. "Prince is so going to kill you." I looked up at Draco who had sat down uninvited.

"Um, no, she won't because A) this isn't a library book, it's a letter, and B) I'm not Hermione Granger." I replied. I needed help with this, and when Draco found out I was here, he would offer.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're an Elddir now, aren't you." He sighed. I put my book down and lent towards him.

"Draco, je m'appelle Sophia!" I told him, giggling slightly. He reeled back.

"Sophia what are you doing here!" he whispered harshly, standing up. I shrunk back, looking frightened. "Where's Granger... Elddir?" I smirkled.

"Why, worried about her?" I grinned.

"What- NO!" he scoffed.

"Whatever makes you sleep nights, darling." I laughed. "Don't worry your little cotton socks, she at dad's, a guest. Dad needed her to do a job, but she couldn't do it. She was getting all fustrated and her reports where diminishing because of it. When Blaise said we looked alike, I had a brain-wave. We'd swap places, and I'd do the job instead."

"What job?" he asked.

"Father wants to show Harry Potter that he's back." I answered.

"Back from where?" Draco looked and me.

"Back from holiday in Peru!" I smirkled sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "Back from the dead you idiot!"

"Ahh... What's the point in that?" Draco wondered.

"I don't know but when he wants a job done, it gets done don't you think?" I reasoned.

"I'll help any way I can." Draco offered. I flung my hands around his neck.

"Thank you so much! Do you have any ideas because I have NONE!" I squealed.

"It's alright Phia- but this is for you, not for Elddir. Or your daddy dearest. This is for you." He smiled, holding me. We stayed in the same comforting embrace for several minutes, until...

"Hermione! Where are you? I need you to write my transfiguration essay! It's due tomorrow!" we heard Ron shout.

"Quiet in the library how many times have I told you!" We heard Madame Prince scold shortly after.

"Which reminds me..." Draco began, unwinding himself from me. "I need to write the beginning, the middle and the end of my transfiguration essay." I laughed, "Remind me, what's the spell to turn porcupines into pincushions again?" I looked at him blankly.