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I know, it took me some time to write on, but there were two very good reasons why I didn't update sooner:
1.I was in bed with the flu for 1 weeks
2. I had more than one idea about how to write on, and they weren't anything alike, so I had to come to a decision which one to take.

When you walk
through a storm
hold your head up high
and don't be afraid
of the dark
at the end of the storm
is a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark
walk on through the wind
walk on through the rain
though your dreams be tossed
and blown
walk on
walk on
with hope in your heart
and you'll never walk alone
you'll never walk alone
you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone — Barbara Streisand

'Vox what are you doing here?' Hermione looked at the white dragon with tears in her eyes. Her past was coming back to her, piece for piece. But there would always be some pieces missing.

'I heard your brother finally found you. And when I noticed that you began to remember I thought it was time for me to come here.' Hermione looked confused at Vox and sat down on the grass in front of him.

'How do you know that—'

'That you can't remember fully by now? I'm a dragon, Mya, and I'm also an old one. You can't imagine just how much I know!'

'But, you were a baby when we found you!'

'I thought you two would be afraid of me if you would see me as a full grown dragon from the beginning.'

They talked for hours catching up on the years they hadn't seen each other. Hermione didn't even notice that she had missed lunch by now. Suddenly Hermione got a worried look on her face.

'I don't think Prof. Dumbledore will let you stay here.' She said, sad that he would have to leave again. But Vox spread his wings and brought them down together before he laid down on the ground.

'Don't worry about that, Mya. It's all taken care of. Prof. Dumbledore lets me stay here, and this real nice guy is bringing me something to eat every now and then. Seems like he's really interested in Dragons, he asks me questions I had never heard before!' Hermione smiled knowing exactly that it had to be Hagrid he was talking about.

Vox looked up in the sky and stared intensely into the blue before he spoke again.

'I have a present for you. I let Thora sent it to you. It should be here by tomorrow.'

'A present? What is it?'

'You will see. I'll tell you tomorrow.'

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Damon was on his way to Prof. Dumbledore's office.

'Ah, Damon, sit down please. The reason I called you is that two students came to me an hour ago, telling me that you are having an affair with a certain student.' Damon looked confused at the old man, while Dumbledore smiled down on him.

'It seems like it is a bit confusing with you and your sister. And that's why I called you. We had agreed to let her be called by the name Granger, but now, it seems better to make it official who she is.' Damon nodded silently, just looking at the man sitting opposite him.

'This letter came today. I don't think you have told your sister about what will happen in a week?' Dumbledore looked at him while Damon took a look at the writing.

Damon sighed deeply before he answered. 'I just couldn't tell her yet. There wasn't the right moment. I was hoping for her to remember completely, so she would know herself, but—'

'But this don't seem to happen anytime soon. And I don't think there will ever be the right moment, but if you wait too long, Merlin knows how she will find out. You better tell her soon.'

'Just a few more days—'

'In a few more days the whole wizarding world will know!' Dumbledore remembered.

'I wouldn't be surprised if there would be an article in the newspaper tomorrow about you two, back in the wizarding world. Alive and healthy. After all, your family was an even older one than the Malfoys. And for the few one's who know ALL about your family, it will be more than interesting to know that you are back. Tell her Damon. It's for her safety. And tell her also why.' Damon nodded and left the headmasters office.

He had a real bad headache when he returned to his rooms. Deciding that he needed some rest he went over to his bed and was asleep when he hit the pillow.

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Hermione was on her way to the great hall for dinner when she saw Ginny and Lavender. The two of them looked her up and down and exchanged a look before they headed in the great hall before her.

'What do you think, is Dumbledore going to expel her? Or will he threw this hotty out?' Ginny asked Lavender loud enough for Hermione to hear. Hermione became white like a ghost. Expel her? Why? What had she done? What had they been talking about?

She sad down silently.

'Hey, Herm, are you alright?'

'Hu?' She looked up and meet Seamus' asking gaze.

'Yeah, sure, why?'

'Well, you seem really pale today. I mean even nearly headless Nick has more colour than you.'

At this very moment Prof. Dumbledore and cleared his throat.

'As I heard today, there have been some rumours about our new teacher, Prof. Vipéreblanc. To stop this rumours now and forever, we both decided it would be best to tell you what is between Prof. Vipéreblanc and Miss Granger.'

Hermione could see Ginny and Lavender grinning triumphantly at her.

'Miss 'Granger's' real name is NOT Hermione Sophie Granger but Hermione Selene Vipéreblanc. She is Prof. Vipéreblanc's sister. So from now on, I expect you to also call her no longer Granger but Vipéreblanc.' When he sat down, most of the pupils had their mouths hang open. Hermione looked at Ginny and Lavender whose grins faded slowly from their faces replaced by a very confused look, which mirrored the one, most students wore. There were whispers everywhere. And Hermione wasn't sure if she was able to eat while everyone stared at her. Even though, everyone wanted to ask her about hundreds of questions, nobody dared to.

She was more than glad when dinner was over and she could walk back to her common room. There she sat down on the coach and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to block out the stares she still could feel. She was just wondering what rumours there had been.

'Your dear friends, that little Weasel girl and Brown told Dumbledore you had an affair with Damon.' She jumped at the sudden voice behind her and turned her head to look at Draco, a confused look on her eyes.

'I guessed you'd like to know what rumours there were about you two.' He shrugged.

'How do you know?' Draco sat down next to her on the coach and shrugged again.

'Pansy was more than keen to tell everyone who wanted to hear it and also the ones who didn't.'

After some time Draco arose and went to his room. He turned around one last time and Hermione looked up to meet his eyes. 'You should go to bed. Tomorrow will be a hard day.' It seemed like he wanted to say more but then decided against it and closed the door to his room behind him.

The next morning Hermione should find out just HOW true his words were!

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Hermione sat down next to Neville.

'Morning 'Mione.' He said between chewing. Hermione smiled at him, glad that he wasn't acting as strange as they all had done the evening before.

When the owls flew into the great hall Hermione remembered that Vox had told her about a present and she couldn't wait for it to arrive. There were two owls coming towards her. The first one let the newspaper fall into her lap and the second one landed in front of her on the table. She looked at the beautiful animal in front of her. The owl was completely white. No single feather had a different colour than white. She seemed almost blinding. On her leg was a small leather sack. Hermione removed it and gave the owl some crumbs of her toast and stroke over the white feathers. The owl let out a noise, telling Hermione that she liked it and nibbled gently on Hermione's finger.

'I guess I should know you, hu?' Hermione whispered sad. She wished she could remember fully but also didn't want to ask Damon if there was anything she could do to get her memory back. She knew he hadn't had any charms done on him like they had done on her. He had been too old when they had been brought into the muggle world. The owl flew away and Hermione opened the sack. Inside there was a small box and a letter. She unfolded it and saw the neatly handwriting of an old woman.

Dear Mya,
I know you probably won't remember me, and if you do, then you won't remember much about me. But this isn't the time to talk about me.
I was told to send you this box and tell you about it. (You know, you should open it before you read on here'

So, Hermione opened the small box and looked at the beautiful necklace. It looked like a diamond in tear shape but when she touched it, she knew immediately, that it wasn't a diamond. No diamond would beat like a heart inside her hand. Around the tear there was a silver band moving around the tear. When she took a closer look at the pendant she saw that the band was a dragon.

The pendant on the necklace is called 'Tear of the dragon'. It is able to see into the heart and mind of all living creatures. If somebody is trying to hurt you in any way, or if somebody is lying to you it will warn you. Every time when you are in danger it will let you know. But don't ask me how. I guess you will know when something happens.

Love and kisses Thora

Hermione smiled at the letter and took the necklace again into her hand. She reached behind her neck and closed the necklace. As soon as the pendant touched her skin there was a wave of power rushing through her. She looked up just to notice that the whole great hall was silent expect for the teachers and one other student who was eating his breakfast like nothing had happened. She looked at Neville next to her. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth hang open.

'Oh no. What happened now?' Hermione asked herself. She felt all eyes on her and didn't even know what was the matter this time.

'What?' She asked Neville tired of being stared at. Neville shoved the newspaper towards her and there on the side, which was opened stood, what she had last expected.
Announcement of the engagement of
Hermione Selene Vipéreblanc and Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Now it was Hermione who was sitting there with her eyes widened and her mouth opened, unable to say something. Her head snapped up and she was searching her brother's eyes but Damon's head was bent. He didn't want to look at her. Oh Merlin, Dumbledore had been right. Why hadn't he told her earlier about this engagement?

No student moved. No one continued to eat, besides Draco who didn't seem to care at all. The teacher exchanged one look and McGonagall arose.

'If no one of you want to eat anymore, you can now head to your classes.'

'Hermione, are you coming?' Hermione turned around and saw that the great hall was nearly empty. She nodded slowly and arose form her seat following Neville out of the castle for they had now Care for magical creatures. The fact that they had this class with Slytherin didn't help any to stop the staring. She just wanted to know how Draco could act so Cool about this whole situation. But now she knew what he had meant when he had said that today would be hard. She just had no clue HOW hard it would get the later the day would be. Hagrid smiled encouraging at her before he started his class.

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The whispers didn't stop at just that day. After dinner Hermione searched some privacy and some time to clear out her mind in the library. No one would be there at the first day, right?

Wrong. But Hermione didn't see anyone. She walked over to one of the tables in the farthest back, just in case that somebody decided to come into the library. Just when she had put her bag on the table someone cleared his throat behind her. She turned around and tried to keep her heartbeat down.

'Ron! You freaked the hell out of me!' She could still feel her heart beating rapidly even though her breath had become normal again. But when her hand reached to her heart she noticed that it wasn't her heart, which was pounding/

'Ron what do you want?' She hoped her voice wasn't cracking while she thought of a way out of there. But this was Ron. He wouldn't hurt her, right? But then, they already had! They had pushed her away.

'So, you and Malfoy, hu? Tell me, how long is this going on?'

'What are you talking about?' Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper. Ron had an odd look in his eyes. One she didn't like at all. When he stepped closer to her she noticed for what seemed to be the first time how much he had grown. And he hadn't just grown in height, but also had he become more muscles than Hermione could remember.

Hermione was caught against the table, not able to get away.

'What do you want Ron?' She hoped her voice didn't give away her fear.

'I'm just wondering why you never told us about Malfoy and you?'

'There is NOTHING I should have told you!'

'Ah, but Hermione, don't you think you should have told your two BEST friends that you are fucking Malfoy?!'

'You're talking bullshit Ron.' Hermione straightened herself and grabbed her bag. She wouldn't stay there any longer and listen to Ron.

'Let me go.' But Ron just grinned at her and pulled the bag from her shoulder slamming it into the next wall. Hermione's eyes widened while the pendant on her necklace beat stronger with every passing second. She wanted to scream at the pendant to stop. She knew that she was in danger, but what could she do?

'You don't want to leave already, do you?' Ron was now pressing her body against the table and Hermione could smell alcohol whenever he opened his mouth. She turned her head away from him, filled with repulsion by his behaviour.

'Who had thought this? Our little know-it-all is a real pureblood. But I guess Malfoy knew it some time, to think that he would touch you when he thought you were a mudblood, no way.'

'Ron, leave me alone!'

'Oh, no, Hermione. I don't think I can let you go now. You see, Lavender wasn't feeling well tonight, so I do need some other girl to fuck, and when I thought about it you came into my mind. Malfoy is told to get every girl he wants, and if he takes you, you must be good.' Hermione's eyes widened in shock when Ron began to unbutton her shirt.

Her wand! That was it She could hex him, she just had to— but she couldn't find her wand in her pocket and it also wasn't behind her on the table. Damn, where is it?!

Unfortunately Ron had his wand in his hand and the next moment her hands were tied behind her back. Her mind was racing as was her heart. How could this happen to her. And the necklace? She knew that she was in danger but couldn't help it anyway! She swallowed a few times to fight back the tears, which were about to flow freely down her face. No, she wouldn't cry! She couldn't cry in front of him. She had to get away from him somehow.

Ron didn't take the time to think like she did. He did instead unbutton her shirt completely and all her struggling didn't help any. He soon had the shirt off of her completely and his hands were wandering all over her upper part of her body. He let out a grunting sound when he shoved her bra down to free her breasts, his hands pressing her back on the table. He was way too strong for her to fight. So she did the only thing she could think of. She screamed. She screamed for help, for Ron to stop. But nothing worked. Ron slapped her hard, letting her temple hit the wooden table.

'Shut up, you bitch!' And to make sure she wouldn't scream again, he brought his lips forcefully down on hers. His tongue fight against her lips and won, letting Hermione taste the alcohol he had been drinking. She wanted to vomit right there and then. Besides the fact that he forced himself onto her Ron was a bad kisser and Hermione bit down on his tongue. She wouldn't give up so easily! She would fight him. Ron growled in pain and slapped her again, causing her lip to split and her temple to hit again against the wooden surface. Hermione became dizzy and felt something warm against her head.

But the table is cold! It shouldn't be warm. And why is it moving? She turned her eyes a bit while she felt Ron moving his hands under her skirt while he bite into her nipples, and she recognized what she saw. Blood! Her blood!

She forced herself to stay conscious. She had to fight him! She couldn't get raped by him! This couldn't happen. Oh couldn't anyone come to her rescue?

'Help!' She whispered, not even Ron could hear it while tee tears won over her swallowing and ran freely down her cheeks.

Oh if only— she didn't know what should happen— she would rather die at this moment than to be raped. Anything, anything but this!

'Expelliarmus'

Hope you liked this chapter. And sorry again that it took me so long to write it. But the next one should be out sooner, because I'm going to start it as soon as this is posted and since I don't have Monday and Tuesday (At least there's one positive thing about the whole carnival season) I hope I will write enough to make a whole chapter.
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