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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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5.

Hermione tapped the tip of her black feather quill against her chin. It had been a long day, after the fiasco in Potions Draco had become her own personal angst ridden shadow. It begged the question: Why? What had changed in the world that had flipped Draco's personality so completely.

Placing the quill on her desk she pulled the worn leather journal out of her robes and turned it over slowly in her hands. She hadn't gotten a chance to read any of it. But she was alone in her room now, with the door locked and warded. She was sure some of the answers would be in there.

Opening the cover she smiles as she watched the empty page slowly bleed the words into existence. Taking a deep breath Hermione began to read the entry as it appeared before her.

Septemper 1, 1991

I never thought I could be more excited about anything in my whole life. I knew going to a magical school would be amazing, but to have so many famous people in my year was more then I could have ever expected.

When I got on the train to Hogwarts I found an empty seat in the same cabin as this blond boy, he didn't talk much, but that was okay. I could barely sit still and as soon as the train was out of London I was walking around introducing myself.

The most crowded cabin in the whole train was also the loudest, and I couldn't help but peek in to see who was making all the noise. There were three red haired boys, two of them were obviously twins, and two dark haired boys all talking animatedly. I introduced myself and they followed suit. I couldn't believe it, I'd read about all of their parents in my books. Harry Potter's parents had fought against a crazy dark wizard and his followers. So had Neville Longbottom's parents. They were all heroes. The other three will all Weasleys. Only one of them was in my class however, not that it mattered that much, it was still amazing to be going to the same school as the Minister of Magic's children. I told them all as much. Which made them laugh.The Potter boy told me that I was interrupting a private party and I should leave. He was quite rude, though not as rude as the youngest Weasley, I heard him call me a "crazy Muggle born bint." after I closed the door to cabin.

After that I went back to my cabin with the blond boy. He didn't say anything, but that was okay, I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore anyway.

I was sorted into Gryffindor, I thought I'd get Ravenclaw, I really did. But I guess the sorting hat thought I had courage. Potter, Longbottom and Weasley all got sorted there as well. I guess you can be a git and still get into Gryffindor. I found out the blond boy's name was Draco Malfoy. He was sorted into Slytherin. He seemed really nice on the train, which I have to admit made me wonder why he ended up in the house that spawns evil wizards. I would ask him about it, but he doesn't really seem like someone that has much to say on the subject.

A loud knock on her door brought Hermione from the story, that was both her life and not.

"Yes?" She managed to call, her voice only slightly shaky.

"I need you downstairs 'Mione. We need to go over Prefect rounds so we'll be ready for the first meeting." Came Draco's voice from the other side of the door.

"Of course. I... I'll be right down." Closing the journal she held her breath and listened for the sounds of footsteps descending the stairs.

Standing she let out the breath in a long sigh. Lucious Malfoy couldn't actually be dead could he. It was absurd to think that the tall white haired bastard had been slain so many years ago. But there was no way that he would have allowed Draco to grow up not thinking ill of muggle borns. But she couldn't just ask him about his father, because if he'd already told her then he would know something was wrong.

"I'll read more after I finish helping Malfoy with the Prefect schedules." She promised herself as she dispelled the charms around her door and unlocked it, taking one final moment to look back to the Journal that sat on her desk.

Hermione found Draco sitting on the couch in the common room of the heads' quarters, a tray of tea and biscuits sitting on the coffee table in front of him, a stack of papers in his hands.

"I'm guessing you already have some idea of how we should do things this year?" She asked, walking over slowly as she tried to decide whether to take the empty chair or sit on the couch next to Malfoy.

"I know how we shouldn't." He stated evenly.

Finally deciding that the couch was most likely the right choice she took a seat on the opposite side of Malfoy, her body pivoted to face him. "And how is that?"

"We shouldn't put Potter and Weasley, Parkenson and Nott, or Weasley and Brown on patrol together. Nothing gets done."

"Maybe we should split up houses. Have Hufflepuff and Gryffindor patrol together and Ravenclaw and Slytherin go together." She offered.

"That could work. So long as we never put a Gryffindor with a Slytherin." Draco agreed, chuckling softly.

"I don't know, some times it works out okay."

"You mean like you and me?"

Hermione felt her cheeks heat and cleared her throat to keep from saying anything she shouldn't. "I bet Brown and Zabini would get on."

"Or end up snogging in the hallway. Zabini is a bit of a slag."

She couldn't help the smile that twitched at her lips. "So is Brown. Maybe that is a bad idea."

Draco laughed. "It's good to know that all the slags and twits in this school get assigned to one of two houses isn't it?"

"Are you trying to say a person has got to have courage to be an easy piece of tail?" Hermione asked, her tone was playfully accusing, a fact that she found odd.

"Or deceitful." Draco offered.

"Oh, so you're willing to admit that Slytherins are liars huh?"

"Only so long as you're willing to admit that Gryffindors are dense."

Hermione couldn't help the giggle that left her as she nodded to Draco. "I think that sounds fair."

Draco chuckled for a moment before frowning and looking over at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Hermione, you know you can tell me if something is wrong right? You've been a bit off today, sometimes it's as if you aren't sure what's going on."

She stared at him, feeling as if her soul was being laid bare, he had known she wasn't acting like the Hermione he knew. Panic filled her, should she lie, should she tell the truth? Would he even believe her if she did lie, he seemed to know her better then Harry and Ron had, which she had to admit felt kind of stalker-ish but at the same time, in this world, Draco Malfoy was her best friend. "I... Draco, it's, it's complicated. So very VERY complicated. Please, I just need some time."

He smiled at her, the concern never leaving his eyes. "I'm here for you 'Mione. When ever you're ready to talk or if you need anything. You know that right?"

"I know. Thank you Draco." Hermione offered him a small smile. "Now, back to the Prefects."

Draco nodded, taking the change of subject in perfect stride, as if the other topic had never come up

When Hermione finally returned to her room, three hours later she was far from tired. Sitting down at her desk she looked over the piles of books. Some were school books, others the ones she had found in the library about time magic, and lastly, on top of them all was the scarlet leather journal. Picking it up She slowly opened the cover, watching as the first entry bled back into existence.

"Okay, so I met Malfoy on the train to Hogwarts. But how did we become friends?" She asked the enchanted book.

The words on the page skewed and changed, the date altering to one she remembered well. It was the day she, Harry and Ron had become friends. It was the day the troll had been let into the school by Professor Quirrell, Halloween.

October 31, 1991

Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter are horrible people, and i think I may hate them. I was only trying to help them in class. It wasn't my fault that I understood the levitation spell and they didn't. I corrected their pronunciation and their technique, because I wanted them to be able to do it too. Unlike Seamus Finnigan who only managed to cause the feather he was working with to explode. But my attempts to help were spurned, then, just because they are nasty boys they decided to talk about me as we left the class room. They called me an annoying know-it-all and said it was no wonder I didn't have any friends. The jerks, I was just trying to help. They hurt my feelings worse then I should have let them, I couldn't help the tears. I wanted to belong in this wonderfully magical world, but the others in my house didn't seem to want to have anything to do with me.

I sat in the girl's bathroom and cried after class, I don't know how long I cried for, curled on the floor next to the row of sinks, my head buried in my hands. But I do know that eventually the door opened and the blond boy from the train, Draco Malfoy, stood there, looking down at me. When I looked up I thought for sure he had come to make fun of me too. He had been in the class, he had seen and heard what had happened. Instead he smiled at me and told me that Potter and Weasley were arrogant gits who should be ignored. He said that I was really talented with magic, so much so a lot of people were surprised that I was muggle born. He actually introduced himself to me and offered to help me up off the floor.

As we walked toward the great hall I told him that they were right about me not having any friends, and he just smiled at me. He has such a pleasant smile. Then he told me that he wanted to be my friend if I would let him, even though we were in different houses.

So now I have a friend, and Potter and Weasley can go straight to hell for all I care.

Hermione couldn't breath, the air that filled her lungs refused to move. There had been no troll, no reason for Harry and Ron to come save her. Things had played out almost exactly as they had in the world she remembered, except there had been no threat to bring them together.

Clutching the journal to her chest she fled from her room, down the stairs into the common room and then up toward Draco's room. She was panting when she reached his door, but she had to know how much of what she had read was real, if it had really been on that day.

Knocking on the thick oak door she felt her breathing coming in gasps yet she still felt starved for air.

Draco opened the door almost before she had finished knocking, he wore a pair of emerald green silk lounge pants, a thin layer of sweat glistening off the roped muscles of his bare torso. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Concern filled his voice as he reached out for her, wrapping his fingers around her shoulders.

"Draco, do you remember the day we became friends?" Hermione practically demanded, her body beginning to shake violently.

"Sure. It was Halloween our first year. Potter and Weasley had been nasty to you and you ended up crying in the first floor girl's bathroom all afternoon. Around dinner time I went looking for you to make sure you were all right." He answered.

She felt her knees give out and was sure she would have fallen to the floor if Draco hadn't been holding her arms. "Why?"

"Why what?" It was obvious that he was confused, not only by the round of questions but by the way she was acting. Pulling her into him, he reached down to slip his arm under her knees before lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to his bed.

"Why did you come to find me, why did you want to make sure I was okay?" She asked as she felt the soft sheets of his bed connect with her back.

"Because I knew how cruel they could be. They already corned me a few times by then. Potter said I was getting what I deserved for being the son of one of the Dark Wizards that tried to kill his parents. I guess, I didn't want to feel alone any more and I figured if anyone could understand how it felt it was you."

"They beat you up?"

Draco pressed his hand to her forehead, his brow furrowed. "You know they did 'Mione. You don't remember stopping them the day after Halloween?"

Hermione was seeing bright white spots burst in front of her vision. It was too much to take in, she couldn't breath, couldn't move. "I don't remember any of it." She admitted hoarsely.

"You don't remember first year?" He asked

"I don't remember anything." She admitted before finally passing out.
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