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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the world and I am making no money off this story. I just think it's fun to Play with poor little Draco and Hermione. ^^

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A/N: Sorry about the delay in this next chapter. Unfortunately I have been very busy with work and have not had the time to write until now. There are a few things that I would like to say to those of you who were disappointed with my last chapter and that is to simply ask that you have faith. The last chapter wasn't about cheap shock value or plot twists from left field. It was always planned to be right where it was as a kind of jumping off point for the rest of the story, the true mystery to be solved. This chapter lacks the shock value, but hopefully it can be enjoyed. As always, good or bad, I love to hear what you think. So please Rate and Review.

PS. Sorry about the update being one solid block of text when I first posted it. Sometimes I think the AFF upload for new chapters hates me.

Much <3

Envy

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Darkness filled her dreams, swirling clouds of pain and fear blotting out the horizon as fingers of sorrow wrapped around her like a heavy mist.

Hermione was no stranger to nightmares, she had grown up in a world that had been filled with real life bogymen who had caused so much torment that she continued to dream about them long after their evil deeds had been undone. But this time there were no death eaters, no screams, no blood, there was nothing but the darkness, desolation and the bitter cold.

“I’m sorry Hermione.” The voice echoed through the darkness, touching a memory that felt somehow surreal. A memory she could not quite recall and yet she knew that voice, had come to know it very well.

“Draco!” Her own voice sounded panicked and desperate in her ears as she fought against the mist to find the source of the voice. She didn’t know why, but she knew she had to find the blond.

The deeper she pushed into the dream the darker and colder it became. Sorrow and fear becoming so thick she felt like she was drowning in it, yet still she pushed on, determination forcing one foot in front of another until she was rewarded with the sight of dulled platinum hair attached to a figure curled on the ground and surrounded in darkness.

“Draco.” A small glimmer of hope rose in her heart, fighting back against the sorrow that was trying to consume her. “Draco I’m here.” Her feet pressed her forward towards him only to find that no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach him. The darkness creating a solid barrier around him.

Forcing herself to stop the futile attempt to reach blond Hermione resisted the urge to break down into tears. It was her dream, nightmare or not, everything going on around her was taking place in her mind and thus she had control over it. The bitter cold and tattered darkness that created the barrier would not stop her from reaching Draco. She would force dark back the only way she knew how, with light. Raising her wand she concentrated on the happiest memories she had, forcing them to the surface. “Expecto Patronum.”

Pure light radiated from the tip of her wand twisting and forming into an otter that bounded into the darkness, forcing it to pull away from her and from Draco and pushing it to the edge of the dream world’s horizon.

Slowly the world around them changed, the air becoming warmer as the cold dark gave way to a field of daisies, lazily swaying in a wind she could not feel.

“Draco.” It felt like it had taken less then a blink of an eye for her to be at his side, her fingers running through his hair and pushing it back away from his face. “Draco look at me please.”

His head lifted from his knees and dull grey eyes met her warm cinnamon ones. “Hermione...” The look on his face was somewhere between relief and anguish but before she could speak again she found herself wrapped in his arms. “It’s my fault he hurt you, I failed to protect you because I let my own fears rule over me. I deserve to be here, I don’t deserve you.”

The chestnut haired girl had always prided herself on her intelligence. Long before she had grown into herself, when she was nothing more then an awkward child with buck teeth and frizzy hair, her knowledge had been the only thing she was proud of, and something told her there was more to this dream then she had originally thought. “Where is here Draco?”

“Azkaban. Where people like me belong.” His answer was pained and filled with sorrow.

She forced herself out of his embrace, her fingers wrapping around his shoulders. “Why are you in Azkaban Draco?” It didn’t make sense, her memories of the last time she’d seen him where dim and choppy but she couldn’t think of any reason that the blond would have arrested and imprisoned in the worst wizard prison ever built, guarded by the foulest creatures to roam the world. Creatures of cold and sorrow, creatures that even now moved as darkness at the edge of a dream, held back by her patronus. Realization flooded through her, somehow, somehow she wasn’t really dreaming.

She hadn’t been the only one who seemed to realize that something greater then an ebb to a never ending nightmare was going on. Draco’s gaze lit with realization and amazement. “Hermione? How?”

“I don’t know. Draco, why are you in Azkaban?”

He sighed and ran his finger through his hair. “There’s so much I wanted to tell you Hermione, so much I should have told you years ago. But I was afraid that if you knew you’d think less of me, you’d leave me. You were the only good thing in my life, I didn’t want to loose you.”

“You’re not going to loose me. But I need to know what’s going on.”

He nodded, his eyes closing. “My father screwed me. The day he joined that Riddle guy he destroyed my life. When he and the others were killed by Aurors, it wasn’t good enough for the Ministry. They wanted to make an example of what happens when you decide to take up the mantle of a dark wizard and it was their families that suffered for their mistakes. They were exiled from Wizarding England, forced to either flee the country or live as muggles, everyone that is... except the Malfoys. I don’t know what made us so special, but from what I’ve been told the Ministry originally wanted to strip me of my ability to ever use magic, break my mother’s wand, take everything we owned and leave us as the ultimate example of why it’s a bad idea to become a dark wizard. Dumbledore, Severus, my Uncle Ted, they all stood in our defense.”

Hermione frowned but remained silent, she couldn’t imagine so cruel a Ministry that would turn an innocent woman and her baby boy into something to be publicly ridiculed and shunned just because they were related to a dead dark wizard.

“Honestly I can’t complain too much. Had they not stepped in, I’d probably be dead by now, or worse. I was still young when my mother was going through the worst of the harassment, but I remember other pure bloods jeering at her, telling her what they’d have done to us if Dumbledore hadn’t had mercy on us. The old man fought for our rights and in the end the Ministry changed their minds on what punishment they would deal out to us. It was decided that all they would do was ban me from using all offensive and defensive magic. Charms were cast to make it painful for me to cast any of the hundreds of spells I’ve been forbidden from using, as well as creating an instant alert if I use any of them. They told my mother I was on a one strike limit. If I ever cast any of the spells I was not permitted to use, I would instantly go straight to prison. No trial, no chance to explain my actions. I would spend the rest of my life in Azkaban, never to see the light of day again.”

“That’s not fair! They can’t just take away your ability to defend yourself. They can’t just leave you open to every attack that... that’s why you never fought back, why you let Potter and Weasley hurt and humiliate you. Because if you did anything to stand up for yourself...” Shock filled her, the idea that he suffered so badly because life in prison waited for him otherwise was beyond comprehension.

He nodded, shame coloring his features. “It was a closely guarded family secret. My mother didn’t want anyone to know that I was helpless. Unable to defend myself. She knew that if others knew the truth that they’d exploit it, and they have. Our third year Parkinson overheard Severus and I talking about Potter, he was warning me against trying to take any action against him, reminding me of what I had to loose. She didn’t find out everything, but she found out enough to blackmail a scared thirteen year old into doing what she wanted.”

“That’s why you went with her at the dance.”

“Back in the beginning it was just normal kid stuff, carry her books, do her homework, sneak her things from the kitchen, make sure her and Nott didn’t get caught snogging in the upper halls by Filtch. Then, last year, it changed. I never slept with her, not even the fear that ruled my life could force me to do that, but I have gone down on her.” He looked away, unable to face her, even with his eyes closed. “I should never have let it go as far as it did. I should never have let her use me they way she did. But so long as I lived with the other Slytherins... had she told them, had she told them, Potter and Weasley would have been the least of my worries. They would have started going after you and Luna. If that had happened... I wouldn’t have been able to protect you, I wouldn’t have been able to protect myself.”

Hermione felt the anger rise inside her like bile, burning the back of her throat and leaving a foul taste in her mouth. She’d always hated that pug faced little bint, but the idea that she was blackmailing Draco into preforming sexual favors was unbearable. “I don’t blame you Draco. You were only doing what you felt you needed to do to survive. But you should have told me, I would have been there for you. I wouldn’t have let you go through all of this alone.” Reaching out she placed her hands on his jaw and drew his face back to hers. “I’m still not sure why you haven’t clocked any of them yet though. You’re forbidden from using aggressive magic but I know you’re a skilled fighter. I’ve watched you beat up that punching bag of yours.”

Tension ebbed out of the blond and he finally opened his eyes, a small twinkle of mirth shining in the storm of grey, only to be extinguished a moment later. “They banned me from physical violence against other people when I was seven. After I decked the Minister’s son for saying things about my mom.”

“You got into a fist fight with Ronald Weasley when you were seven?”

“Actually it was Percy. I broke his nose and less then a day later I was found to be dangerous and in order to stem my aggressive behavior they cast charms on me that cause every nerve in my body to feel like its on fire if I attack another person. It’s not an instant prison sentence, but it is days of unbearable, debilitating pain that nothing can alleviate.”

She was fuming, never in her life would she have imagined that the magical world she had fallen in love with was capable of such injustice. Draco had never done anything wrong, he’d grown up to be patient, kind and fiercely loyal. Those weren’t qualities that came about by being treated as a dark wizard to be from the age of two. The fear that crippled him, the anger that boiled in his veins, that was what came of the kind of injustice he had suffered. “I’ll find a way to fix this Draco. You don’t deserve any of this.”

His eyes fell shut once again and he attempted to turn his face away, only to be stopped by her persistent hands still pressed against the sharp lines of his jaw. “Yes I do. I should never have gone with Parkinson during the Social. I should never have let her push me. Had I stayed with you, kept you close, taken you out of there right then... you wouldn’t have been alone, Potter wouldn’t have bee able to attack you.”

Harry had attacked her, she couldn’t remember. Everything from the night of the social after Draco left with Parkinson was shadowed, scattered or just plain missing. “I don’t remember what happened, but I don’t blame you for it. If Potter did attack me then he’s the only person who can be blamed for the attack. You don’t deserve to be tormented, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone is undeserving between the two of us it’s me.”

His eyes snapped open and she knew she had his full attention. His mouth opened to protest but she quickly placed her fingers against his lips to silence him.

“Please Draco, let me finish. You were honest with me, now let me be honest with you.” She knew this was going to hurt him, she only hoped he had the strength to understand. He’d told her everything, it was her turn to return the favor. “I’m never going to remember the years we have spent together Draco, our friendship, our adventures, they don’t exist for me. The reason you have been through everything you have is because of me.” She paused, forcing herself to breath for a moment before she continued. “This isn’t the way the world was suppose to be, the way it was meant to be. Tom Riddle wasn’t some half cocked nut job out to become a dark wizard. He was a complete sociopath who succeeded in becoming the most powerful dark wizard to ever exist. He was taking over all of England, killing and torturing who ever he saw fit. Your family followed him, you followed him. Harry, Ron and I were part of the group trying to stop him. So many people had died, so many more were dying every day. Harry was the only person who could stop him, we were searching for objects which kept Riddle alive so we could destroy them and finally put an end to it.”

“I don’t understand. Hermione, none of that makes any sense.” He interjected, confusion and worry lacing his grey eyes.

“Harry and I were traveling, we had to keep on the move. If Riddle or any of his followers caught us we would both have been tortured and killed. We’d taken refuge for the night in a cave, it was so cold outside. Inside we found a magical gem, a wish granter. I didn’t mean to make the wish, but when I did... when I did there was this blinding light and I woke up here, in this new present created around the wish I had made. I remember everything from the way the world was before. The girl that you grew up with is gone, I mean sometimes I think pieces of her are still inside me, but her memories, her thoughts, her feeling are gone. I’m sorry.”

He set his jaw and she instinctively withdrew from him, ready to flee the moment he demanded she leave him be. Even after he rejected her she would do everything in her power to find a way to free him, though the thought that soon she would loose him forever caused a sharp ache to bloom in her chest. “So everything I have ever known had been the result of an accidental wish? The pain, the humiliation, the fear, all caused because of a wish?”

She nodded, tears forming behind her eyes.

“And the long explanation of what I would be like if my father had lived was from first hand experience. We still grew up together, you were still you and I was a complete prick who made your life miserable? A boy who grew into a man and allowed himself to follow in the shadow of blood thirsty mass murder?”

Again all she could do was nod.

“You have no memories of the years we’ve spent together, the long talks we’ve had, the joy, the sorrow. You have only known me for a few months, every other memory you have of me is negative. That’s what you’re telling me?”

“I’m sorry Draco, I’m so sorry. The woman you fell in love with no longer exists and there’s no way to bring her back.” It was a battle to keep her tears at bay. His expression was flat, emotionless and it was tearing her apart inside.

“In the world that was, were you still head strong, stubborn to a fault, quick witted, highly intelligent and kind beyond what any person should have been capable of?”

She couldn’t help the small laugh that managed to pull free of the lump in her throat. “I don’t know about the last part. Harry and Ron would probably have called me stingy since I didn’t let them copy off me as often as they wanted.”

“Then the woman I fell in love with is still standing in front of me. Only now I know that I’m actually a better person because of her for completely different reasons then I’d originally thought. Hermione, I will never forget the years we have spent together, but it wasn’t a collection of memories that I fell in love with. It was the woman those memories were shared with, and despite how much I was changed by your wish, you weren’t changed at all. I know this because in the few months since seventh year started, my love for you hasn’t faltered in the slightest. The real question is, has the me you created with your wish been enough to lessen the sting of six years worth of unknown bad behavior on my part?”

Joy overcame the fear that had been eating at her. She had been honest, told him everything and he didn’t hate her. He wasn’t mad at her for keeping the truth from him, for being the reason he had suffered at the hands of unjust men. Words lost themselves inside the churning emotions and all she could do was nod.

“Good. So now that there are no more secrets between us, and we’ve forgiven each other for allowing our own personal fears to rule us. I need to apologize again. I still love you Hermione, and more then anything I wanted us to be together. But I let my anger guide my hand. When I failed to protect you and tried to avenge you instead, I condemned myself to life in prison. I can’t ask you to be with me knowing we’ll never actually get to see each other again.”

“Don’t be stupid Draco. Like Professor Snape and I would let you spend the rest of your life in prison when you didn’t do anything wrong. If it’s one thing I can be it’s aggressive and demanding.”

“That’s two things love”

“The point still stands.”

“Just don’t get too upset if this is one mountain you can’t move Hermione. Not everyone in this world can be moved by impassioned speeches and cold hard facts.” He warned and she could see the weariness that he was trying to hide.

Closing the distance between them once again she wrapped her arms around him. “In that case I’ll just have to go about punching people in the face until they listen to me.”

He laughed softly, pulling her into his embrace. “I’m sorry I failed you my love.”

She scowled. “Draco Malfoy, I swear to Merlin if you apologize one more time the first person I am going to deck is going to be you. What ever happened that night it was not your fault. You didn’t fail me. If Harry Potter hurt me it happened because I was incapable of truly believing that the sweet tormented boy from my memory could have turned into the school’s biggest prick.”

“I don’t think I could ever imagine him like that.”

“It’s weird how changing on thing in this world can change so much.”

“So what did you change anyway? What was this one wish that changed so many lives?”

“I just wished that Tom Riddle would be caught setting free the Basilisk.”

“He was really that important to so many lives? I mean I never met the guy, he was dead before my earliest memory. But my mom said he came off as some blood purity crack pot going on and on about how pure blood is the only blood allowed despite the fact that he was a half blood himself.”

“I guess the original Riddle was a great deal more charismatic, not to mention the worst nightmare you have ever had scary.”

He hummed softly, his arms tightening around her as silence fell between them. It wasn’t an uncomfortable thing that sucked the air out of the world around them. Instead it was the kind of silence that radiated after everything that had to be said was said and all that was left was to enjoy the company of the person you care about.

Curled in his embrace, free of the darkness, the fear, the sorrow, Hermione found her eyes slowly drifting shut. She hadn’t thought it was possible to fall asleep while dreaming, yet her breathing became deep and her thoughts drifted to the feel of sunlight streaming across her face and the soft pillowed bed the supported her cocooned form. The sent of food, scrambled eggs and toast with jam, calling for attention, causing her stomach to rumble loudly.

A soft blush dusted her cheeks and she opened her eyes to apologize to Draco, only to find that he wasn’t there. Instead of the field full of daisies with the swirling darkness pressed against the horizon she was laying in a bed in the hospital wing, instead of Draco’s warm embrace she was wrapped in layers of blankets all pulled up around her chin. The smell of food had come from a tray sitting on the bedside table that someone had placed a warming charm on and left for when she had woken up.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she looked around, hoping to see him sitting at her side, only to realize that he wasn’t there, couldn’t be there. No matter how badly she wanted him to be. Because whether she liked it or not, she knew in her heart that she hadn’t been dreaming, Draco was in prison.

Hermione had faced dark wizards, werewolves and giant man eating snakes. She had been paralyzed by a basilisk’s gaze, kidnapped to be used as a prize in the tri-wizard tournament, saved from a nest of giant spiders by a the Weasley’s charmed car, and traveled in time to save an innocent man from being returned to prison where he would suffer the dementor‘s kiss. Yet staying awake was the hardest thing she had ever done. She knew that within the realm of dreams Draco was waiting for her, alone and surrounded by evil.

The only thing she wanted more then to be with him however, was to get him out of Azkaban, something she couldn’t do while she was asleep. Forcing herself to sit up she grimaced at the ache that radiated through her body. She was stiff and sore, proof that she’d been asleep longer then a single night, or even a single day. She tried not to panic at the knowledge, or rather lack there of, without knowing how long she’d been asleep there was no way to know how long Draco had been unjustly imprisoned.

She’d barely had time to formulate her best course of action before the stern Mediwitch she had come to adore and respect was at her bed side. “I’m glad to see you’ve finally woken Granger. The Headmaster and I were starting to think we would need to send you to St. Mungo’s for farther treatment.”

“I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore, please Madam Pomfrey, it’s important.” The brunette stated as she moved to throw the blankets from her form.

“What you need Granger, is rest. A great deal happened to you and you are still recovering. Lay back, try and eat something. I will inform Dumbledore that you have woken up, he will no doubt wish to speak to you as well.” The older woman insisted, taking up the blankets and tucking them around Hermione’s hips before bringing the tray from the table and setting it on her lap.

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey.” Every fiber of Hermione wanted to throw the tray to the floor, jump to her feet and run from the hospital wing, not stopping until she reached the gargoyle that hid the staircase to the Headmaster’s office, but her muscles ached and her memories were still scattered at best. Even if she managed to make it to Dumbledore she wasn’t sure she would know how to ask what it was she needed to know.

As the Mediwitch retreated to her office the chestnut haired girl looked down at the tray on her lap, feeling her stomach tighten in knots as the smell drifted from the plate, reminding her that it had been at least a full day since she had last eaten. Taking up a piece of toast she felt a twinge of guilt as she took a bite, what was Draco eating in Azkaban? Did they bring prisoners meals in such a horrible place, or was he suffering more then just the constant presence of the Dementors? Placing the mostly uneaten piece of toast back on the plate she pushed to tray away, her apatite gone, all she could do was wait for the Headmaster, and hope she’d only been a sleep for a day or two, that Draco had not had to suffer in prison for long.

Time seemed to stop as she waited for the bearded old Headmaster to make his appearance in the hospital wing. In the silence of the large room Hermione had time to think, gather her thoughts and organize her memories. She remembered getting dressed for the social, Ginny, Bekka and Luna had been there. She remembered dancing with Draco, remembered him asking her out, promising to tell her all his secrets. She remembered Parkinson interrupting them, demanding to speak to Draco alone. Only the bint hadn’t really wanted to speak with the blond, the thought caused anger to rise inside her. The next time she saw Pansy Parkinson she would hex the other girl’s hair out. After that, there was nothing concrete, a flash of the tattoo on her wrist baring its teeth at a threat she couldn’t recall, the sound of wood splintering as it exploded inward. Arks of light flying through the air, and then Draco and Harry both laying unconscious on the floor. Pain radiating through her until the blackness claimed her completely. Frowning she tried to force the darkness away from her memories, tried to find the missing pieces, but all she could find was emptiness, as if the memories simply didn’t exist.

The sound of the double doors at the far end of the room swinging open drew her attention and she looked up in time to see Ablus Dumbledore sweep into the hospital wing, flanked on either side by Severus Snape and Nymphadora Tonks. Each wore a grim and determined expression that made Hermione’s heart hammer against her chest. She’d seen those looks before, during the darkest times in the war, when people she had known and cared about had been hurt or killed while fighting Death Eaters, she had come to hate those looks.

“Ms. Granger, I’m glad to see you have woken, we were beginning to fear that the damage done to your mind was a great deal worse then we had originally thought.” Despite the expression on the Headmaster’s face, his voice was kind, though his words were far from soothing.

“The damage done to my... Professor I don’t understand, what happened?” Fear pricked under her skin.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out Hermione. The investigation into the events of October 31st are still unknown. We were hoping you could help fill in some of the blanks.” Tonks offered, her tone both understanding and professional.

“Anything you can tell us will be greatly appreciated.” The slow drawl of Professor Snape lacked emotion, but it was something Hermione had come to expect from the tall greasy haired man.

She shook her head, tears once again pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry Professor, I’ve been trying to remember ever since I woke up, but I can’t remember anything after Draco left the social with Pansy. I have flashes of a fight I think, but I can’t see anything clearly.” Running her teeth over her bottom lip she summoned her courage to ask the one question she had been dreading the answer to, and yet had to know. “How... How long have I been asleep?”

The three exchanged pointed glances, as if trying to silently vote on how much to tell her. Finally Dumbledore spoke. “You have been unconscious for a week Ms. Granger, Pomfrey believed it to be the cause of a botched memory charm which explains you lack of memory surrounding the night in question. Unfortunately, as of yet we have no idea how much of your memory has been affected by the charm and you may find that other parts of your life are scattered or missing.”

She paled, the color leaving her face all together as the information sank past denial and the truth twisted inside her like a knife. She had been out for a week, Draco had been in prison for a week, surrounded by Dementors, treated like a criminal because he tried to save her. Save her from something she would never be able to remember. “Draco...” His name slipped from her lips in a whisper as tears began to slowly roll from the corners of her eyes. She had to save him, no matter what she had to do she couldn’t leave him to suffer in Azkaban.

Once again the three exchanged glances, this time laced with sorrow. They didn’t know she knew and none of them seemed to know exactly how to tell her.

“Where’s Harry Potter? I don’t remember much but I vaguely remember that he was there. He was on the floor, we were all on the floor. He has to know something.” Hermione demanded. If Harry hurt her like Draco was so sure he had then her best friend had become a monster and was the one deserving of a jail sentence, not Draco.

“He was released from St. Mongo’s two days again and is back in school. He was questioned by the Aurors when he woke up, but like you he can’t remember anything past the social.” Tonks offered. “We’re not sure if he lack of memory is the result of suffering so many curses or if their was something else involved.”

“So many curses?” Images of brilliant arks of light filled her thought, reminding her of a dozen battles and yet not fitting to any of the memories she had. Draco had said he tried to avenge her. Had he cursed Harry the way she Harry and Ron had cursed the ferret on the train?

A smile twitched at the edge of Snape’s thin lips. “Draco found him pointing his wand at you and put Potter in his place.”

“That is nothing to be proud of Severus. Draco broke the terms of his life parole doing that and now he’s in Azkaban.” Tonks snapped before realizing what she had said and covering her mouth.

All eyes fell on Hermione, waiting for the shock, waiting for the demand for information.

Instead she looked each in the eye before she spoke. “He doesn’t deserve to be in prison. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for things that any other wizard is allowed to do freely. I can’t remember what happened to me, and I don’t really care. All I care about is getting Draco’s sentence revoked.”

Disbelief slowly faded from their features, and once again Dumbledore spoke. “We are already doing the best we can to find a way to have Mr. Malfoy freed from Azkaban Ms. Granger. Unfortunately the terms surrounded his current situation are not easily gotten around.”

“You should know me well enough by now Professor to know I don’t give up. I’m not going to stop trying to free Draco until the day he’s released and can return to Hogwarts.”

The twinkle she knew so well returned to the old Headmaster’s eyes and he graced her with a knowing smile. “I know Ms. Granger. But before you begin your crusade you need to regain your strength, which includes finishing your breakfast. Tonks, Snape and I will leave you to recover and while you do so we will continue to work on finding a way to free Mr. Malfoy.”

Hermione nodded, “Yes Professor, thank you.”

Once they had left Hermione turned her gaze back to the tray that was still sitting on her lap. She’d need a clean bill of health before Madam Pomfrey would allow her to leave the Hospital Wing and she wouldn’t be able to work on freeing Draco from prison so long as she was stuck in bed. Determination driving her, she tucked into the meal, her mind working through the problem set before her. Somehow, she had to find a way to convince a council of scared, hypocritical old men that they were wrong. If logic wouldn’t work, if they refused to listen to her, she would have to play dirty. A small smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she wondered what the Ministry would think of her leaking the story of their corruption to Rita Skeeter. The woman lacked all sense of morals, but she would jump on a story that could make her famous, and that would be exactly what Hermione would give her if the Ministry refused to release Draco.
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