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Take Me Away	By : CassandraMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: The Start of Things to Come
- 2-Chapter One
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Author's Notes:
Greetings readers, here is the next chapter, Chapter One following after the previous Prologue chapter.
I would like to thank everyone who has either read, commented, reviewed, favorite, followed, or left heart kudos for the first chapter, the prologue chapter. Every comment or review I read was nice to see. (I do take the time to read every comment that comes in whether it's a positive or negative reply from readers.)
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(Again, this story is technical, NOT Beta-Read, since Beta-Readers are hard to find it seems when you want them versus when you aren't looking for them then they just suddenly show up nowadays sadly.)
Enjoy this new chapter, Chapter One everyone!

Chapter One: Making New Friends at the Snake Side, and the First Night Back

Hermione woke up hours later as the train stopped at its destination. She sighed while feeling a bit upset with herself that she had dozed off when she had been intent on reading her book. But she shook her head, not thinking more about it as she quickly fixed her robes and then threw her hair into a loose braid with hair bands that were set in place thanks to the use of her wand. Then she picked up Crookshanks, who was having a little nap, and set him carefully, to not disturb him from his slumber, into his cat cage as she picked it up and moved towards the compartment door. But she quickly stopped in her steps.
Slowly, Hermione took a deep breath while closing her eyes, knowing that once she walked out of the compartment that there would be no looking back; she would have to face whatever would be thrown at her, her fellow students, and housemates now treating her differently.
‘Now, take a deep breath and relax. You can do this. You can survive your last year in this school, and you will not let anyone, no matter who they are get to you...I can’t do this...no...in Merlin’s name...what am I thinking? Just get off this train so you can go,‘ her mind was filled with troubling thoughts as she pulled open the door and left.
As she went through the train’s hallways and emerged outside, she noticed out of the corner of her eyes those who stared, whispered, and pointed at her. Yes, the rumors of Ron and Ginny’s gossiping mouths had fled everywhere on the train ride there. But she kept walking on with her head high. The carriage ride to the castle was very quiet for her since she didn’t say or speak a word with her fellow peers in the compartment. Hermione was stuck in the carriage with three Slytherins who she knew well.
The black-haired, dark-eyed, square-built witch with a heavy jaw, Millicent Bulstrode, was sitting next to her in her little world, reading a 'Witch Weekly' magazine.
Joining them was Theodore Nott, who was still scrawny and weedy-looking, with slightly messy hair styled in a spiky fashion. Lastly was Blaise Zabini, who was Malfoy’s, as Hermione mentally remembered, right-hand assistant in things and his best friend. Throughout the ride up to the castle, Blaise and Theodore had a nonstop conversation about the different mythical types of vampires and dragons. But the two didn’t say a word to her at all. That didn’t bother her, though, because she didn’t expect any of them to talk to her.
Millicent looked up over her magazine and looked at Hermione. “Cool. So are you a follower of his works as well?” She asked.
“Huh, Excuse me? Are you talking to me?” Hermione was startled at the fact that this girl wanted to start a conversation with her, so matter how simple it appeared to be.
"Yes, I was asking you a question, Granger. I meant your book. Are you into Edgar Allen Poe’s works of art?" Millicent said, motioning to her book which was held in her hands.
"Oh. Yes. I’ve just started reading his works this summer. He’s a genius." Hermione replied, looking out of the window.
"That’s wicked. So, why aren’t you with Potter and Weasley? I mean, they kept mad dogging you with those murderous looks as if you were the Dark Lord himself, along with those other idiots that aren’t from our house. From what I had seen when I got off the train." Millicent asked.
"I don’t know, I don’t care, and I don’t want to talk about it." Hermione snapped before catching herself, looking remorseful; While Millicent raised her slightly bushy eyebrows, looking surprised by Gryffindor’s sudden outburst.
"Oh, okay. It’s cool, Granger. I mean that’s how they always treat others that want to change for their reasons. I’m just talking about how your new look is with your hair. I think your new style looks neat and pretty," Millicent said then, trying to be kind softly in her voice, even though she hardly showed it to anyone that wasn’t a part of her house. The first time she had ever been friendly to a Gryffindor.
"Thank you. Everyone else has gossiped and whispered that they think I’m going nutters, or just look at me like they do judging Luna Lovegood. But I just really felt like coloring my hair out more. It kept bothering me having it plain brown," Hermione replied, smiling for once since her arrival there, as the carriage stopped and Nott and Zabini left.
"Granger, if you need anyone to talk to or just to hang out with, I’m around if you’d like. I mean, we Slytherins aren’t as terrible as people from your house say. What I’m trying to say is if you’d like a new friend to have around, I’ll be that friend. What do you say? A house truce?" Millicent asked, looking at her seriously and with complete honesty in her voice, to prove she wasn’t kidding.
"My house would want to have me murdered and thrown out of Gryffindor along with a few other things they have on their dumb list. But screw them; screw them all with the other gits in this school. Sure, I’d like to be friends," Hermione replied, nodding and smiling again.
"All right, let’s start over. I’m Millicent Bulstrode, and it’s great to meet you," Millicent introduced herself, holding out her right hand.
"It’s a pleasure to meet and befriend you, Millie. I’m Hermione Granger," Hermione said, taking it as they shook hands for the first time, no longer being house rivals, but friends now.
"Likewise, ‘Mione. Mind if I call you that?" Millicent asked with a laugh.
"No problem, as long as I can call you Millie." Hermione countered.
"I don’t see why not. I don’t mind at all. So, new friend, we better get going before everyone thinks I went and hexed or murdered you with the killing curse," Millicent said jokingly as they both started laughing and quickly walked off out of the carriage, carrying their items.
Soon they were inside of the castle and went into the Great Hall after they had dropped off their pet cages containing two cats and an owl to the rest of the piles of the other students’ things. The staff was busy talking to one another, so it would seem that they hadn’t missed any of the feasts yet. The students all stopped, looking toward Hermione as Millicent went off acting normal to her own house's table. The houses, except for the Slytherins, started up with the whispers and looked once again as Hermione sighed and walked over to her house table. Hermione kept walking as the staff looked over in silence as if they knew something was wrong but didn’t say anything.
When she tried taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, everyone kept moving on purpose, making it hard for her to sit down. Lavender and Parvati kept sending her dirty looks as if she had betrayed their house and kept on whispering to one another. Dean and Seamus glared at her with deadly looks. Ginny was busy chatting with Colin and Dennis Creevey but stared at Hermione acting as if they had never met her. Neville looked on at her with pity, seeming like he wanted to speak up, however, he remained silent sitting next to Seamus and Dean. But it was worse with Harry and Ron.
Her two so-called "best friends" were completely ignoring her, not bothering to say a word. Nor would they meet her eyes. Hermione just gave them a look and turned on the heels of her shoes and walked off. She made to exit the Great Hall until someone stopped her from leaving, gripping her robed arm sleeve gently.
"Hermione, wait. You can join us at our table," Millicent said, motioning over to the Slytherin table.
"Are you sure they won’t want to kill me? I don’t think Malfoy would want that." Hermione asked, sounding unsure if she’d be welcomed at her new friend’s house table rows.
"It’s fine. Trust me, I just talked to him now with Pansy and the others, and he is all right with it. Frankly, Draco even said he thought it was about time someone did something and stopped having to put up with the Griffin-arse prats. Come on, let’s go," Millicent said as she steered her friend over to her house table immediately.
Hermione took a seat next to Millie since she wasn’t sure whom to sit next to. On her other side was Pansy, who was reading an unknown magazine, but she looked quickly over to Hermione. Pansy smiled at her slightly instead of with a scowl that stunned Hermione, but she smiled back as they both looked back at what they were doing. Looking around, she spotted Malfoy with his two lackeys at the first table row. Draco Malfoy had completely changed over break; his skin was still pale as usual, but his hair was no longer the same as it had been in the past school years. It wasn‘t gelled or slicked back, but it was longer, tied back in a simple black hair ribbon that was fashionable with some long-haired wizards.
But his eyes of cool blue-gray were still the same while his body, due to Quidditch, had become more, as the Muggle girls would describe as HOT and it did more to a girl’s imagination. Draco was busy talking to Crabbe and Goyle, who were still the same, about something that she couldn’t quite make out. Then suddenly, his eyes caught her as she was staring at him. With her cheeks slightly blushing, Hermione looked away fast as hell, still blushing like mad.
Finishing his announcements, along with the usual welcome back to Hogwarts speech, Professor Dumbledore had happily reported that Remus Lupin would be returning to take over the job of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts once again. Then the food was brought on for the feast as everyone dug in to eat. Hermione kept her eyes on her plate, eating her food in silence until Millie and Pansy started talking to her.
"Wow, the professors and Dumbledore don’t seem to be having any problems with you sitting here. Maybe it's a good sign," Millicent said while popping a baby potato into her mouth.
"Maybe that’s for the best. I wonder if Professor McGonagall will ask me about any of this, or about why I was sitting here. If she does, she’ll understand when I explain it to her," Hermione said, taking a sip of her goblet filled with pumpkin juice.
"So, how do you like it over here at our table, Granger?" Pansy asked while cutting up her steak and cabbage up with her fork and knife, eating.
"It’s pretty nice. I guess it’s okay. I don’t know..." Hermione replied to her, looking and feeling a bit out of place.
"Hey, ladies, I have a message to deliver here from Draco," Crabbe said, walking over to them.
"Oh really, Vincent? Couldn‘t our great Seeker and leader of our house get his lazy sexy arse over here himself and say it? Honestly, that prat is becoming more of an amazing bouncing ferret now since the fourth year," Pansy said with an amused slightly annoyed huff.
Millicent and Hermione, along with some of the other Slytherins sitting next to them, started cracking up in fits of laughter.
"Very amusing, Parkinson, my dear. Nope. He sent it to me since he didn’t feel like it. He told me to tell Granger if she has any further problems with her Gryffindor housemates in any way, she should talk to him about it or Professor Snape, and they will take care of it." Vincent mumbled, rolling his eyes, but trying not to snicker, retaining a serious stare.
"Wow, and you remembered that whole message for once. And I always thought you were dense," Pansy replied as they all started laughing again while she smirked.
"Haha...you just love being a comedian, don’t you, flower girl? Shut your trap. Anyhow, that’s all, and I’m not ignorant, so bite me," Vincent replied, sneering, as he walked off.
"Why would Malfoy, I mean Draco of all people, want to help me out?" Hermione asked Millicent.
"Don’t know. He’s never really done anything or said anything like that before to anyone. Don’t know, Mione," Millicent said, shrugging.
Hermione nodded, but then continued with her meal, wondering how she was going to get into the Gryffindor house to go to bed later on without having any more issues with her housemates.

It seemed Hermione’s question about how she was exactly going to get into her dormitory with the issues of her so-called housemates was answered completely once dinner was over the first night.
After she had left the Slytherin table, she was caught in a conversation in the hallways with Pansy and Millicent about S.P.E.W., since they were curious about why the Gryffindor had the organization pin badge pinned on the front of her robes. Hermione had stopped to talk with them about it a little, but then she raced off after she had seen Colin walk by and realized the Gryffindors had gone off without her to the staircases. It had taken her a matter of time to catch up with Creevey and the others, but she managed, running to the portrait of the Fat Lady. However, there was a drawback since the portrait door was shut, thanks to Collin running in quickly once he had seen the brown-haired seventh year trying to catch up with him.
So now she was stuck there outside in the hallways alone as the magical portrait of the woman asked her to give her the password to let her inside. Hermione was stumped as to what it could be. Without hesitating, she stood quietly and tried to think of some names that were used in her past school years, trying to come up with a possible password - that is if Professor McGonagall hadn’t created a new one for the Head Boy, Head Girl, and Prefects of Gryffindor to memorize. She kept racking through her brain at a fast speed as she fully remembered every password that she knew from the last past six years and then looked the Fat Lady in the eye. After all, how hard could it be to just name a single and simple password?
“Please recite the password, my dear. My, it’s feeling a bit drafty with this cold air in these halls,” the Fat Lady replied with her plump figure and rosy cheeks, as she smiled nicely.
Then Hermione nodded, about to give the password a try. “Um, Lemon Sherbets?” She asked.
“I am sorry, dear. That isn’t the correct password. Please try again.” The fat lady informed her.
“Okay, that’s not a problem. Is it Balderdash, then?” Hermione asked again.
“Sorry, that is incorrect. Please try giving me another answer,” the portrait resident replied, looking at her with pity.
“Fine. Is the new password Banana Fritters?” Hermione asked, feeling irritated by every second that passed by.
“No. Perhaps another go at guessing will help. But that was a good try indeed.” The Fat Lady replied, still smiling with pity in her voice.
“Let me think. Is it Caput Draconis? Or maybe Faerie Lights? Or is it Flibbertigibbet?” Hermione tried guessing, still feeling annoyed.
“None of those guesses of passwords are right. Please try answering again.” The Fat Lady sighed, sitting back into her portrait.
“Fine, if it helps, would you mind if I gave you all of my final guesses of what the password could be to let me inside?” Hermione asked, feeling like she wanted to scream in frustration because she was clenching her hands pretty tightly while not looking too amused at this guessing game she had to play.
“You may if you’d like to do that. We have enough time until curfew before Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris do their rounds." The Fat Lady offered, trying to sound helpful from the painted portrait on the entrance door.
“Wonderful. I better get this over with, or I’ll have to put up with that horrid man and his revolting and annoying pest of a cat. And I have to get into the dorms to make sure Crookshanks is settling in alright,” Hermione mumbled, as she then took a breath.
“Best of luck dearie,” The portrait of the large woman offered words of encouragement.
“Is the bloody password Fortuna Major? Mimbulus Mimbletonia? Oddsbodikins? Pig Snout? Or is it just, for the love of bloody Merlin, Wattlebird?” Hermione asked, grumbling the last one out in an unhappy tone.
“None of those are correct. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in. I think it’s best if you go to the head of your house and talk to her about this. I can’t help you with this matter. Goodnight dearie.” The portrait of the Fat Lady spoke, offering Hermione a look of slight pity and sadness.
“Thanks a lot for the help. Wonderful...I might as well go to Professor McGonagall. She has to know the password,” Hermione said, turning around and leaving to do just that.

It didn’t take her long to reach the head of her house’s main office after entering the first floors through the main staircase and down the corridor. Without thinking about it, she knocked on the door lightly. It opened quickly, and Hermione saw the professor in the room. Minerva McGonagall was sitting at her desk with her square glasses on, writing with one of her bird quills on some parchment. The student kept quiet and waited for the instructor to stop what she was doing and notice her.
After all, she mused to herself, ‘It isn’t wise to disturb one who looks to be doing something important.’ The teacher soon glanced up, eyeing her, but then continued with looking over her parchment as she put her quill down.
“Thank you for waiting, Miss Granger. Please come in and take a seat.” Minerva replied in a calm, polite voice, as Hermione nodded, stepping into the office as the door closed on its own.
“Now would you mind telling me why you are here just after dinner when you should be in your respective dormitory before curfew arrives?” was the next question she received from the adult witch.
“There seems to be a problem with trying to get into Gryffindor tower, Professor,” Hermione replied shortly, while looking down, slightly mad.
Minerva eyed her a second, then picked up her wand, waving it at a tray of two teacups and saucers. A teapot with tea and a small tray of biscuits or cookies appeared on the desk.
“I see, I take it none of your housemates gave you the new password? Oh, would you care for some tea?” the professor asked as Hermione nodded and accepted a cup offered to her and sipped it before looking serious again.
“Yes, and none of them would wait for me. I had been giving out all the passwords I could think of and none of them worked. And I’d appreciate it if you would please give it to me, Professor. But with all due respect, I rather think that my housemates are doing that on purpose.”
“I understand and have to agree with you fully, Miss Granger. After seeing that little incident at the feast with some of the staff members and headmaster, you have every right to think that. But there isn’t much proof to make a case about it. I think it would be wise to just ignore them. After all, immaturity is just another way for one or more to become ignorant, in my opinion, mind you,” Minerva replied, smiling at her, which was fairly rare.
“I know. And I’ll take your advice to heart, ma’am. I don’t know why they are acting like this. But I know Harry, Ron, and Ginny have a reason to, but I don’t wish to continue discussing that topic. May I please be told of the new password?” Hermione asked, changing the subject, but she knew her mentor wasn’t too pleased about the sudden split up between her and the two boys’ friendship; Hermione could tell by the look given by the woman.
“The new password is called ‘Mighty Griffins’. And here, you had better take this pass along with you so you won’t have to worry about Mr. Filch and his unpleasant cat stopping you on the way to your house dormitory,” Minerva said, handing over a parchment with a written excuse and her signature on it.
“Thank you, Professor McGonagall. See you tomorrow morning for the first classes. And goodnight,” Hermione replied while looking at her thankfully.
She smiled as the head of her house nodded as she left the office.
Once she reached the house dormitories of the Gryffindor common room, Hermione looked around, finding no one in the sitting room, and then went up the staircase and headed to the seventh-year girls’ room. But it wasn’t good once she walked into the room. Lavender and Parvati, with some of the other girls in the room, sent a dagger look at her once again icily. She ignored them and went to find her bed and was shocked to see her things not there. All of her belongings - her trunk, school uniforms, and Crooks with his cat-carrying cage - were gone with his things as well. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the other girls in the room, not being too amused at their games.
“Where are my stuff and my cat?” she asked as Lavender sneered at her.
“Your belongings, along with that ugly ratty-looking, a demented, disfigured creature that you call a mangy cat, are outside in the common room by the entrance, if you didn’t notice, bookworm. Frankly, the girls and I discussed while you were off chatting with your buddy female snake friends that we don’t wish for you to stay in the same rooms with us for the rest of this term. So do you get my drift?” Brown said eyeing her like the other girls in the room backed her up with agreeing nods.
“You don’t have any right to take my things, along with my cat, and throw them outside! And I’m not going anywhere and I will stay in this room because I am a member of this house,” Hermione insisted fully.
“Oh? The last time we checked, we never let traitors to our house that associate with the enemy of the Slytherin house stay here. Granger, why don’t you get stuck up, brown-nosing, know-it-all arse out of this room and out of this house team pronto? Because if you don’t, then mark my words, the rest of us and myself will make sure your life for the rest of the time in this school is a living and complete hell,” Lavender added darkly in a tone never heard before from the Muggle-born witch.
“If you think your little threat is going to scare me, it won’t, Brown. You and the others in this house don’t scare me one bit. Nice try, I don’t care what you do to me because of sticks and stones. So nice try again,” Hermione replied, giving the girl who was once considered a close ally and friend of hers a stern but stubborn-willed look as she turned and started to leave until one of the girls opened their mouth.
“You’re a sick and disgusting bloody disgrace to Godric Gryffindor and this house, Granger!” Faye Dunbar, another girl in the dormitory, hissed.
“A real disgrace for any witch in this school for associating with the snot-nosed Salazar Slytherin pupils of Death Eater trashy scum supporters of You Know Who! I’m glad Ron doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore! Better for me seeing how he and I have gotten back together again!” Lavender followed up shouting.
“Looks like you’ll be among them to join You Know Who’s ranks…” Parvati quietly and coldly added.
“Why don’t you all just stop being immature, grow up, and stop being all heinous, disseminating bitches! Because as the old saying goes, whatever you say or do to another will come back at you twice as worse in life, ” Hermione shot back as she left the room, slamming the door and going down the stairs to pick up her trunk and Crookshanks with his things.
"Bloody immature housemates..." Hermione muttered as she left.
It looked like she would have to disturb Professor McGonagall again to ask where she could stay for the night.
To Be Continued.

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