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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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When Hermione got back to the Head’s common room she was glad to see that Malfoy had retreated to his bedroom. She didn’t think she could take another apology from him. As she headed up the stairs toward her room she could hear sounds emanating from the top of the other stair case. It sounded like Malfoy was moving furniture. Shaking off the prickling desire to see what was going on she directed her feet up the stairs and into her room.

The fire, which had been nothing more then embers when she left, had been relit, filling the room with its warmth and light. Biting her lower lip gently she surveyed the room for a moment trying to decide whether she would have left the book she was looking for in her school trunk, or placed it with her text books on the desk. Deciding to try the desk first she strode across the length of the room.

The first thing that caught Hermione’s eye was not the impressive stack of books at the left edge of the desk, but rather the thick warn crimson leather journal that sat in the very center of the warn wooden surface. Imprinted on the front of the leather was her name in neat gold lettering. She was instantly reminded of Riddle’s diary and wondered if the book in front of her was enchanted with the same types of spells.

Shaking her head she reminded herself that she was on a mission. If she really had been the type to keep a magic journal then she would have plenty of time to read it later. First she had to discover what she had inadvertently changed.

The book she was looking for was stacked neatly under copies of Advanced Potions Work, and Modern Magical History: A look at the last century of witchcraft and wizardry. She made a mental note to read through the latter after she had finished looking up information in Hogwarts: A History.

Sitting at the desk she hurriedly flipped through the pages, her eyes darting back and forth across the words in an attempt to find something that seemed out of place to her. Then, near the end, a chapter heading caught her eyes: Discovery of Salazar Slytherin’s

Chamber of Secrets.

Hermione felt her jaw go slack for the second time that evening, her eyes widening in disbelief as she read the print below the chapter title.

During the construction of Hogwarts it was believed that Salazar Slytherin had built a secret underground dungeon underneath the castle. This theory went unproven until 1943 when Professor Albus Dumbledore, with the help of student Rubeus Hagrid, discovered it’s secret entrance inside the fourth floor girl’s bathroom.

Dumbledore credited Hagrid’s natural affinity for beasts for the find, stating: “Had Hagrid not had such a keen rapport with the Acromantula Aragog, we would never have discovered what was killing muggle born students.”

Thankfully, Hagrid and Dumbledore were able to discover the Basilisk before it was able to kill another student, as well as catch its master in the act of giving the deadly beast orders.

Tom Riddle, a student at the school, was convicted of the crime of murder for his actions. He was expelled from Hogwarts, his wand broken, and sentenced to ten years in Azkaban Prison. Riddle vowed revenge, claiming that he was the last heir of Salazar Slytherin himself.

After the discovery of the secret chamber and the monstrous basilisk the Ministry sent Aurors to investigate …

Hermione closed the book carefully and set it on top of the pile she had retrieved it from. It was her wish. She’d inadvertently changed history so drastically that everything and every one had been changed as well. She had ended the war before it had even began, she’d saved hundreds of lives, muggle and wizard alike. She had lost all of her grand adventures with her best friends, the budding relationship she had with Ron.

Trying not to break down into hysterics at the injustice of it all she picked up the crimson covered journal and flipped to the last entry.

Sometimes I could throttle Draco! He’s so infuriating! I tried to reason with him on the train, convince him that he should just give Potter some space. We are in our last year, with our NEWTS hanging over our heads and classes that would make sixth year seem like primary school. But he can’t ever just leave well enough alone.

The sorting ceremony was a complete shamble because of it.

Draco had been watching Potter with the narrowed feral look he always wears. It gets worse when ever Potter talks to me. But the worst thing is that Potter knows Draco is watching him, and goads him on. He lets Draco catch him pulling pranks, skipping class, sneaking out after curfew, because he KNOWS it will provoke a reaction out of Draco.

And that’s what happened again tonight. Potter let Draco ‘catch’ him levitating a wiz bang onto the seat of a first year who had just been sorted into Hufflepuff. The fire cracker went off with a loud POP, startling the poor boy practically to tears.

Draco was out of his seat and across the great hall before anyone else could even begin to ponder what had happened. He hauled Potter off the bench and for a split second I thought Draco was going to hit him. Merlin I was praying Draco would hit him. But he didn’t. Draco never hits or hexes anyone. No matter how much they deserve it.

Draco was right in Potter’s face, taking house points and giving him a semester’s worth of detentions when Weasley stood from the house table, and in one smooth motion, blindsided Draco with a right hook.

As Draco hit the ground, everyone was on their feet. Students were chanting “Fight”, teachers were trying to make their way from their table to break up the commotion. At that moment it all seemed very non-magical to me.

I stood to go to Draco’s side, but he pushed me away as I tried to look at the damage done to his eye from the punch. It was the first time since the train ride to Hogwarts our first year that he called me by my last name. I never thought being called ‘Granger’ could hurt so much. But the way he said it… the way he tore his arm from my hand… it felt like he hated me. Like he was sickened by my presence.

I’m not sure if I wanted to cry or vomit at that moment. I know I settled for seething anger.

It was a wretched sorting ceremony. I hope it’s not an omen for the rest of the school year.

Hermione shut the book and set it down. Her entire life was in the pages of the leather bound journal. Everything she had done that she could not recall was there.

Everything that had come of her life because of the wish in the cave.

Slowly she ran her fingers across the warn cover, her mind was racing, and yet she was coming up empty. The history book on the desk would give her a few other answers as to what aspects of the past had been changed. The journal would tell her things about her life that she had thought were important. She was relatively sure that nothing in either book would tell her how to fix what she had done.

Normally, she would scour the library in hopes of finding some book somewhere that might tell her something about the gem in the cave. She would spend hours after classes reading and tell Harry and Ron everything she had found, or not found. They in turn would think about the information she’d unearthed and together they would figure out what it all meant, and what needed to be done.

This time however, she was alone. She no longer had the two people she relied most on. That thought, above all of the others that filtered through her mind, was the most sobering, and, the most depressing.

Looking at the clock she realized that it was almost midnight, and despite what she might have thought about her current situation, she still had to be up for breakfast at seven in the morning.

Throwing off her school robes she crawled into the large soft bed, tears once again forming in her eyes. Despite everything she had gone through, the cold, the hunger, the fear, the loss she found herself hoping that she would wake up in the dirty cave with Harry frantic at her side. War and death be damned, she wanted her best friend back, and she wanted the boy she loved back as well.

Crawling under the covers she curled up into a tight ball and willed herself to go to sleep. Hoping beyond all hope that when she woke up everything would be right.
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