„So, you want to tell me Draco Malfoy aka Slytherins Ice Prince suggested HIMSELF that you guys should stop each other calling names?", Ginny said incredulously.

„Yeah!", Hermione replied while looking at Ginny from upside down because she was laying on her bed, her legs were against the wall while her hair was falling down to the ground.

Ginny was holding different types of dresses in front of her and was checking herself in the mirror. Apparently she had a date with someone, but she didn't want to say with whom.

„Take the blue one", Hermione said.

Ginny turned around: „What?", she asked.

„The dark blue one looks amazing, wear that for your date", Hermione said again.

„You think so?", Ginny asked while being insecure.

„Yeah, whoever he is, he will like it."

„If you say so... okay let me change real quick", Ginny disappeared into the bathroom and left Hermione alone.

Hermione lied on the bed and waited until Ginny was finished. After that she helped making her hair and also did Ginny a decent make-up.

Ginny left leaving Hermione alone in her room. She sighed. The only thing Hermione wanted to do this year was to avoid Malfoy and get better grades than him.

But fate wasn't nice to her at all and pushed Hermione into a corner where she had no other choice than having to deal with her biggest enemy. Life wasn't nice to her at all.

Hermione stood up and stroked over her clothes so they wouldn't look too messed up. A look in the mirror showed her an almost women.

Her brown hair wasn't as dark as it used to be anymore. Sometimes it even looked blonde in the sun. Her eyes were still boringly brown tho.

How much did she wish to also have unique eyes. Like Harry for example, his blue eyes were breathtaking, they could shine from miles away.

Or Malfoys eyes... they were pretty nice as well. Hermione stopped thinking. Why was she even thinking of Malfoy? Was it because she got to spend more time with him? So she noticed his ice blue eyes a bit more?

She shook her head before going trough her hair once again and then leaving her best friends room. She went straightly to her room, where she took the things she needed for her homework and then left again for the library.

She couldn't risk it to maybe collide with Malfoy as she did yesterday. She would make her homework and until then he would be probably in bed already.

Her only aim was to get to her favorite little corner in the library. It was the sofa exactly in front of the fireplace. She loved sitting there, feeling the heat of the fire and getting lost in the stories.

Unfortunately today she wouldn't go there to read but to study. The seat wasn't taken, which was no wonder at six pm, because mostly all the students were in their common rooms at that time.

And even if it would have been earlier the students barely came into the library and stayed there. They mostly took a book and left with it. Only Hermione loved staying between all the shelves, which were filled with thousands of books.

It felt comfortable and a little bit like home were Hermione had also a whole room with some shelves, which were filled with her favorite books.

She went to her comfortable seat and sat down before opening the book of potion class and started doing her homework. Time passed until it was eight pm. Hermiones Eyes felt heavy and she was utterly tired.

The imagination of her warm bed motivated her to finish the last bit of her homework. Finally she stood up, taking her all books and going towards the tower.

All lights were off except for the light in Malfoys Room, his door was closed but a beam of light was coming from there.

Hermione straightly went to her room, where she put her clothes for tomorrow on a chair and then went to the bathroom to make herself bed ready.

She opened the door of the bathroom and went straightly into her room where she just wanted to go into her bed when a creature suddenly appeared.

She stared at it shockedly and so did the little creature. He was holding a letter.

„I'm dearly sorry Miss, I think I'm in the wrong room", the little creature said.

Hermione was startled and didn't know what to say.

„Gosh where are my manners?! My name is Dobby", the so named Dobby said and held his hand towards Hermione.

She put a little smile on before grabbing his hand and shaking it.
„My name is Hermione, nice to meet you Dobby."

„I'm looking for Mr. Malfoy, do you maybe know where I can find him?", Dobby said.

Hermione cleared her throat.
„Yeah he's in the other room, just leave my room and walk straight forwards and there is his room", she explained to him.

„Thanks a lot young miss, I will take the window though. Master would be angry if he would know that I mixed up the rooms. Please don't tell him anything about that mistake", he said.

Hermione could tell that Dobby was obviously afraid of Draco. He must be a rude master.

„Are you Malfoys Slave?", she asked.

Dobby winced a little bit.
„No Miss I'm not. I'm just their servant, and they treat me very well. Now excuse me."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared. Hermione looked at the place where he was. She never asked him if they were treating him well or not. But after his sudden disappearance she could tell that they surely didn't treat him well.

She sighed. That Malfoy family seemed to be a very rude family and she couldn't like them at all. Besides it was Malfoys Aunt who took Hermiones mom away from her.

Hermione tried to push the memories away from that day, she was only five years old, when she had to experience her mothers own dead.

She felt helpless, she couldn't do anything for her mom, but hiding in a safe place. Hermione also remembered the boy, who was in the building. His mother got killed too that day.

Hermione never found out who we was or what his name was. She couldn't remember his face anymore. She knew that he was nice and helped her out, but except for that she couldn't remember anything.

He helped her out of the Malfoy Manor from where she then somehow escaped. She was found by some witches, who took her into diagon alley, from where they got the information whose daughter she was.

After three days she got to meet her dad. And while these days she didn't say a word. The traumatic experience put her into a trance. But when she saw her Dad, who had huge eyebags under his eyes, was the first time she reacted.

She ran to him and hugged him and burst into tears. The witches told him what the situation was, but they lied. Her Dad didn't know anything about magic or anything like that. He was an ordinary muggle.

They just told him she died in an accident, they also played with Hermiones Mind a bit, so she just had images of how her mother died in a car crash and how her mom told Hermione to jump out of the car in the last seconds.

After that Hermione started to take some mental therapy and slowly started to move on. Life got easier and she never questioned the death of her mom.

Until she got her Hogwarts letter, when she realized that she was a witch she felt strange about the death of her mom. The boy, who she never kinda forgot, came into her mind and she started to question it if someone probably played with her mind.

Hermione shoock her head. She shouldn't think about it.

She turned the lights of and went into bed, where she fell asleep after a short while.

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Who can probably be Ginnys secret Date?
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What about Dobby?

How did Hermione probably find out about her mothers real death?

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