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The Given Choices	By : JesstinaMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
The Given Choices (1/?)

By: granger2malfoy

Rating: R (in later chapters)

Pairing(s): HP/HG, DM/HG, RL/BB,

Disclaimer: The characters are JK's.
I just enjoy using them for my

own amusement. ;) Yes, I have made one little
change to the JK's

characters. I have Bellatrix
and Narcissa cousins, not sisters. It

would get rather sticky with Draco
and Hermione, if I did not change

it. Please forgive me but it works out better that
way.

A/N: This story's plot bunny is from Chrissy and is my take on the

family's story. Please see

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either spot and do not send flames. It makes Severus VERY unhappy.

Summary: After Bellatrix's
husband and brother die, there is a

secret discovered and it all comes down to the
choices given to

Hermione Granger.

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A cloaked, hooded figure stood along the side of a
white marbled

foyer. The person was examining a very large
painting of a stone

castle with a moving storm dancing in the
background. A few times

some lightning flashed and a soft thunder rolled.

The lady of the manor entered the foyer to greet
the new arrival.

Her long blonde hair reached far down the back of
her long green

dress robe. She smiled as she approached the hooded
arrival. "I am

so surprised to see you, but happy nonetheless. May
I say I am sorry

to hear about the death of your husband? He will be
missed. "

The figure lowered the hood to reveal silky black
hair that reached

a few inches past her shoulders. The woman
unclasped the black cloak

and placed it on her arm. She was wearing a long
navy robe with

black lace on the cuffs at her elbows and the hem
of her skirt. The

woman spoke, "My dear cousin, thank you for
saying t hat. But that

is not the reason I am here tonight. I require the
assistance of you

and your family; especially your charming
son."

"Bellatrix, you are
looking well-rested and back to the young woman

I once knew. Of course, the Malfoys
will do anything you need.

Please, let's move this conversation into the
study," Mrs. Malfoy

stated as she lead the other woman down the closest
hall of Malfoy

manor.

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A few months later and a few days till the end of
July, Professor

Severus
Snape slammed the doors wide-open to the Order's

Headquarters. His face was in his normal scowl as
he walked into the

living room and saw the Headmaster talking to Harry
Potter. It was

the summer before their sixth year at Hogwarts and
Dumbledore was

giving him Occlumency
lessons three times a week. Albus Dumbledore

looked up as Snape
entered the room. "Severus, we weren't expecting

you until tomorrow."

The Potions Master gave Potter a normal glare of
death and the soon-

to-be sixteen-year-old got the hint. Harry left the
room muttering

rude words under his breath. Once they were alone, Severus closed

the wooden double-doors to the living room. He
began, "We have a new

problem, Albus. Bellatrix has hinted that she is expecting to hand

over a very `special' person to the Dark Lord by
the next June. When

I asked her who, she stated she was confident that
her `daughter'

would be joining the ranks and soon-then-after by
her side within

the inner circle."

"I was not aware that Rodolphus
and Bellatrix had a daughter,"

Dumbledore admitted as he took a seat in a high
winged-back chair in

front of the fire.

Professor Snape took a
seat opposite of him and he remembered the

conversation he had just had with the recent-widow
in a shop near

Knockturn
Alley. Her husband and brother were both killed in a raid

by the Order about a week after the summer had
started. Snape had

known her even as Bellatrix
Black since schooldays at Hogwarts

because she was only two years ahead of him.
"Nor was I aware of

that new piece of information. And I highly doubt
her husband or her

brother knew of a child. I suspect the child was
born sometime her

graduation and the wedding two years later. So,
that would make the

girl's age so were between fifteen and seventeen
years old."

"She could be at Durmstrang,
but a slight possibility that she is at

Beauxbatons.
I don't believe any of your fifth, sixth, or seventh

year Slytherins could
possibly be her daughter," the Headmaster

stated as he ran his hand down the length of his
long white beard.

"I agree to a point. It all depends on what
happened to the daughter

since the birth. She could've been sent to live
with someone in far

away and go to Durmstrang.
If she is at Hogwarts, she could also be

in Ravenclaw. Bella is
very intelligent but she always leaned more

to the cunning and arrogant. Her sorting would also
depend on the

father. I'll look into the possibilities amongst
the Ravenclaw

girl's within the possible age range."

The Potions Master got to his feet as the
Headmaster spoke, "Well,

we'll have to keep our ears open and examine the
pieces of

information as we get them. Some how they must make
some sense. And

we will have to keep our eyes open to watch for any
suspicious

actions by any girls fifth year and up."

Severus
Snape snorted at that statement as he opened the
double

doors again. Dumbledore chuckled and stated,
"Okay, more suspicious

than normal for a teenage girl."

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Harry tromped up the stairs of the Order and headed
to a bedroom,

the bedroom of his best friend. He gave a quick
knock before he

entered and shut the door hard behind him. With a
quick flop on the

bed, he covered his eyes with his forearm as he
heard his friend

ask, "The lessons went that well, huh?"

He turned on his side and looked up to Hermione as
she sat with her

knees up re-reading the Charms textbook for the
upcoming year. The

female Gryffindor was dressed in a tight red tee
shirt and hip-

hugging blue jeans. She had arrived a week after
the school had

ended and Harry arrived two days later. As per the
norm, she made

him sit with her for the first two weeks to
complete their homework

for the summer. Ron and his family decided to stay
at the Burrow

till Harry's birthday and were due to arrive the
day after tomorrow.

The friendship between him and Hermione had become
much stronger as

she had helped him deal with Sirius's death and the
prophecy. He had

not told Ron yet because he wanted to tell his
quick-tempered friend

in person.

Harry didn't want to admit it but he was starting
to have more than

just `friend-type' feelings toward his female best
friend. Hermione

was now more than a know-it-all that knew him
better than anyone

else, but he hadn't gave
her a hint of his new feelings. With a long

sigh, he started to play with her shoestrings, as
he talked, "No,

the lessons went fine and he said I should be done
in two weeks.

It's just that Snape came
in just as we were finishing up. Yes, I

know it is not his fault for Sirius's death but the
fact he hated

him and my father till the days they died just
really pisses me off."

Hermione put down her book and sat up as she looked
down on him. She

placed her hand on his as she said, "I know
its hard Harry but he is

on our side and just remember that you don't have
to endure any more

Potions Classes."

"True, are you sure you want another year of
Potions? Ron and I

would love to have you stick with us and take the
Healing classes

with Pomfrey."

She laughed as he gave her his cute puppy-dog face.
"That look won't

work on me Harry James Potter. I asked her to send
me the list of

books, so I can study it independently. Speaking of
Ron, I got a

letter from him while you were at your lesson. He
finally got up the

nerve to ask Lavender out and she accepted, of
course."

"Of course. Ever
since she's been spending so much time over at the

Burrow this summer, I figured it would only be a matter
of time. He

can be so dense at times," Harry remarked as
he tied her shoes

together without her noticing.

Hermione was about to swing one of her legs off the
bed and other

one swung off with it. It almost caused her to fall
of the bed.

Harry started chuckling, which became harder as she
gave him an evil

look that resembled Snape's
glare. She leaned over and picked up her

wand. Since Harry and Hermione had been practicing
their defense

skills, the Order allowed a shield over the house
to not pick up

student's wand using during the holidays.

With a flick of the wand, Harry's normally
jet-black hair had turned

into a light blonde. It was now Hermione's turn to
start cracking

up. He turned to the mirror and saw what she had
done to him. He sat

up and pinned her to the bed as he tickled her in

retaliation. "Turning my hair to look like Malfoy's, you'll play for

that you little witch."

After a few minutes of non-stop tickling, he
stopped and noticed how

attractive she looked with her cheeks flushed. He
held her arms down

on either side of her to stop her from trying to
get away and to

stop himself from kissing her. The red tee shirt
she wore raised and

fell with her quickened breathing from his
tormenting. He sat up as

he moved his body away from her and smiled as he
handed her wand

back to her.

With a slight giggle, she changed his hair back and
picked her

Charms book back up to start reading again.
"Your right, you look

better this way."

*** End of Chapter One ***

So,
what do you think? Please let me know comments and suggestions.

This will be a different kind of story than I am
used to writing.

This will be more of different views and scenes
that are happening

than just one person's point of view.
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