Draco POV:

I gawked at the paper. This, this couldn't be the Granger I know, this must be some other Hermione Granger who was a Ministress of Magic, right? I sighed. Of course it couldn't be. And I sure as hell know that no one will bother asking her side of the story.

I got up, not evening knowing what I planned to do next, when I saw the paper change.

-Wanted Felon H. J. Granger Reported Missing As Of 9:08 This Morning-
The aurors the Ministry sent to collect Granger discovered her apartment empty of all belongings except the rent and keys for the apartment.

Anyone with any knowledge of Granger's whereabouts is asked to contact the ministry. As of this moment, Hermione Jean Granger is wanted for 40 million galleons.

The paper went on, but I didn't even stop to think. I don't know what in Merlin's name was going on in my head, but I apparated to Granger's apartment and began to search for any clue as to where she had gone.

I came across nothing-
Until I found a tiny slip of paper, hidden in the back of a cupboard.
It read Alexandra Burgan, and though it might not be anything, it might also be a lead.

I apparated back to Malfoy Manor and asked one of the house elves, a kind girl named Tracy I think, to find any information she can on the house of Burgan, and Alexandra Burgan specifically.

Later that evening, I sat at my desk nudging the remains of a wonderful muggle food called Rotisserie Chicken with my fork. Suddenly, Tracy popped right next to me, holding a stack of parchment. "Information on the house of Burgan, as you requested Master."

"Tracy, please call me Draco." I say, smiling. She sort-of-smiles back, saying, "Yes, Ma- Draco." Before handing me the parchment and popping back to whatever her normal chore was. I had given 'em all full outfits, so they're free, after Lucius, who I can never quite think of as Father since he was never a good one, was given the Dementor's Kiss and Mother was placed in St. Mungo's for rehabilitation since she was forced to be a Death Eater just like I was.

Anyways, I looked over the documents and saw that supposedly the entire Burgan family had been wiped out at the time when Hermione would have been two, maybe three. There are no specifics on the cause of death.

Contradictorily, a house was purchased under the name of Alexandra Burgan, today. I read the address and apparated there.

I knocked, and the door was opened by none other than Hermione Granger, only her apparel was that of a rich woman. Her face was shocked by before she could say anything, I smirked.

"You know, Granger, you really ought to make yourself less recognizable, don't want the aurors to catch you."