Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger

by D/H Shipper
 
 

Chapter 4
Sympathy, Sorrow, and Regret
 

"Miss Granger, my deepest condolences go with you as this is a hard time for you." Professor Dumbledore looked down at Hermione with sympathy and a smile. "I shall excuse your presence in classes, unless you would rather be with your fellow classmates during this period." Hermione nodded her head. "You are dismissed."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione murmered before standing up and opening the door. He watched her close the door behind her, a shadow disappearing into the halls of Hogwarts. "Why me?" Hermione moaned, clutching her books to her chest. Atop the pile of two or three books was a green bound book with Hermione Granger written in golden cursive. This was dismal compared to the amount she used to carry around Hogwarts. Sometimes the pile would go above her head so that Harry and Ron would have to take posts in front and behind her.

"It's your family, Mudblood." Pansy Parkinson stepped out of the shadows. "It's because of you that they're dead. It's all your fault."

Hermione's heart stopped beating for a second, and she inhaled a sharp breath. "Pansy, what do you have to do with this?" She looked cautiously as the girl continued to circled Hermione. "There's something that you're not going to tell me right?" Hermione rolled her eyes as she balanced her books on her hip and arched her eyebrow.

"I think I've already told too much." Pansy flicked a piece of her hair of her face and swung her ponytail before turning to leave.
Hermione blushed a red of passionate hatred and grabbed Pansy by the upper-arm and swung her aroung. "Mudblood! Get your God-ridden hands off of me!"

"I don't think so Pansy!" Hermione growled, drawing her wand. "If I have to get the answers, I'll do it myself." Pansy shrunk back in fear as Hermione changed from an innocent girl to a girl who meant business.

"Fine! Fine! I'll tell you what I know!" Pansy said, her voice filled with uncertainty. "You are related to You-Know-Who by Salazar Slytherin's secret affair. You aren't who you are, Mudblood. You're actually a powerful dark lordess who was sealed away in another body."

"Draco was your past husband, who reigned with you in your rule. That's what sickens me, Mudblood. That someone of your kind can come in and take my Draco away from me! You-Know-Who plans to get you two to marry, and have children. No matter what stands in the way. You'll be as evil as can be and conquer all that come in your path. Even Potter! You'll be his undoing!" Pansy sneered before she shoved Hermione off of her roughly. "I'm leaving. See you in your true colors, Mudblood."

Hermione looked at her hands. She stroked her palm gently tracing the lines on the surface. 'This is who I am, isn't it? I'm not some wicked sorceress who's an evil witch. I can't be.. Can I? It's so complicated that even I don't have an explanation for all this misfortune. Can it truely be true?'

Hermione uttered the password to the Gryffindor Common Room and the Fat Lady took out a hankie and blew her nose in it. She stalked over to an avaliable couch and took out her diary. "Well.. I guess here begins the saga of Hermione Granger, relative of.." Hermione shuddered as she realized that she couldn't mention it in public or people would be afraid of her.

***

Dear Diary,

Well this begins the saga of myself, Hermione Granger in her studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft. No one knows my secret, but alas Pansy Parkinson knows and she'll tell the whole school if her father weren't so deeply involved in the Dark Arts. Draco knows, but he's my 'husband' as Pansy says. How can I believe Pansy? She's so mean, and she's a failure at telling the truth. If she really does love Draco, then why say he is my past husband?

I'm confused to tell you the truth. I love him and nothing will ever change that, but how can the Slytherin I've always despised up until now be my husband? It's not logical. It doesn't make sense. It's driving me crazy! I have no consolence from Harry, Ron, or Ginny as they are currently in love with one another. Ginny has Harry, visa versa. Ron has Pavarti. I have Draco if that counts for anything.

Not to be mean or anything. Maybe I am become the evil witch that Pansy was speaking of. Maybe I can try to stop this change. This becoming inhuman that somehow I could sense was coming. No matter how I try, there will always be evil within.
I know it and so does Draco. Does Professor Dumbledore know? I dare not ask, as he is so wise about these things that I cannot bear to ask him such questions. It will ruin my reputation about Hogwarts since Peeves is known to drift in upon a couple of past conversations.

Well perhaps something will come up. I've go to go. I shall write later when I'm not being surrounded by people.

***

Hermione closed her diary abruptly as Harry and Ron walked into the Common Room. Harry was holding Ginny close on her waist, with Ginny grinning with glee. Ron was giving Pavarti little kisses on the nose. 'This is making me sick!' Hermione thought, rolling her eyes slightly. They'd come in after Quidditch Practice as Ron was now on the team. 'You're supposed to be their friend? They'd leave you to rot if it weren't for.. for..' Hermione's eyes glinted with a sudden surge of anger and she picked up her books and ran up the stairs, her eyes knitted together.

Harry looked up to see Hermione running up the stairs. He let go of Ginny and dashed upstairs following her to the Fifth Year Girls Dormitories. "Hermione! Wait Up! I've-" He came in time to have the door slammed in his face. "Geez! What's on your case? Come on! Let me in!" He knocked on the door. A muffled voice came from within.

"Go away, Potter!"

"What's your problem? We're best friends! Come on tell me what's wrong!" Harry pleaded, stunned with Hermione's sudden mood swing.

"I said go away! Did you hear me!"

"What if I refuse to?" Harry said, indignantly.

"Don't make me come out there like this!"

"What are you going to do to me, Herm?"

"I'm warning you, Harr-" Hermione faultered for a second, as if she was trying to be polite. "Potter!" Unable to withdraw her hatred, she opened her palms. Suddenly there was a bolt of lightning and the rumble of thunder, and the door was no more. Harry was able to dive aside of the flying door. Hermione crumpled to her knees, drawing her hands to her mouth.

Harry entered the room, as there was the sound of people coming up the stairs. "Herm..." He reached out to touch her.

"No! Don't touch me!" She withdrew sharply from his touch. "I'm.. not me." She replied plainly. "Please.. Leave me alone."

"You really have to see Professor Dumbledore." Harry insisted. Ginny poked her head in with Ron. "Come on, Herm. There's something fishy here, and it isn't seafood."

"What happened to the door?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Something powerful must have hit it." Ginny muttered, before starting towards Hermione. Harry blocked her way.

"You can't see her. She isn't well."

"But-" Ginny was interrupted by Hermione's sobs.

"I've got to get her to Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore."

"This is freaky!"

"Ron! Get over here!"

"I don't want to get shocked! I'll end up like that door!" He motioned to the door that had black charred edges. Harry glared at him. "But I guess I'll help."

***

Draco sighed as he glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle snoring in their own beds. He had finished writing his Potions and Transfiguration essays and some History of Magic homework.

A thought struck him and he pointed his right hand index finger at the light. It switched off as if some invisible force pulled the chain. 'Woah! That is cool!'

'Wait! What am I saying? It's freaky!' Draco pointed at the curtains in a curve and they closed. He did the opposite and they opened back up again. He sighed and got up. 'It's all a big dream, Draco. All a big dream. Maybe all that Dark Arts is getting to your head.' He changed into his black t-shirt and silver boxers before drifting asleep.

***

"Hrmph. Serves Potter right to go about harassing a young lass." Poisidon grumbled. It was 7 o'clock in the morning and he'd not have his coffee yet. "What happened?"

"Apparently she blasted down the door. It says so in the Daily Prophet gossip column." Trinity pointed with her finger. "Reported by an under-cover Rita Skeeter."

"Who believes that load of rubbish?"

"Anyone who reads Rita and is nieve enough to believe." Trinity replied with a sour face. "The fact remains clear that they are devolping their powers as their love grows. Poisidon! We must do something for the fate of the world?"

"Hah! Consult the Circle! They ought to know what to do in this situation!"

"Can't you be nice for a change?" Trinity asked, skeptical of any change in mood.

"Yes, but I 'aven't 'ad my coffee. Once I 'ave a cup. I'll be fine." Poisidon replied, his accent slipping a bit. They left the table to head for the Witches and Wizard's Rooms, also known in muggle terms as Restrooms. "Dominaris Circle."

No longer were they standing in a stall in the bathrooms, but they were in an intricately designed room. The ceiling was of angels in the heavans and there were pedestals of cloudy white surrounding the circle-shaped room. "Long time no see." Trinity smirked before moving forward to a circle painted sky-blue on the ground. They bowed before the High Court of the Circle.

The High Court of the Circle was a group of wise elders who helped to keep peace within worlds. Most of their operations we do-goods that were un-noticed by those who refused to notice them. "Your Honor and Court," She addressed, "Poisidon and myself need your guidance in our quest."

"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy continue to love, and we can't come up with a plan to break them apart." She settled before bowing her head again, this time in shame.

"Not yet?!" Boomed one of the elders. He was dressed in red and had a long white beard with a black cap on his head.

"Calm yourself, Grendle." Mira spoke. She was the head of The Circle, as was appointed by her fellow guardians. "This is an important mission. What help do you need?"

"We need a plan." Poisidon's gruff manner was washed away with Mira's voice.

"It is simple. You will have to warn them, and if they do not comply you will have to create an event in which one of them will fight with another. You might try starting a rather interesting affair." Mira mused before rubbing her chin. "What do you all think?"

All in total, there were sixteen members of The Circle. Though only a select group was set on mandatory meetings for this case. "If they are the best we have, don't you think they should have already come up with a plan by themselves? They've been working on this case for two weeks and not have a plan?" Grendle spoke grudgingly.

"We've tried the best to our potential." Trinity spoke softly.

"I understand their position." Jaqueline spoke with understanding. She had been a Grounds Officer before she was promoted to The Circle. "Perhaps you could get Draco Malfoy to love someone else. Hermione Granger wouldn't stand for that. Though I feel bad for their broken hearts to save the fate of the world."

"It seems that it is the best idea." Monique said addressing Jaqueline's idea.

"Here, here!" Walden spoke.

"It is decided. You are to seperate them, not destroy or kill any part of them. Do not disobey our orders, Poisidon. Remain calm as they are only fifteen years old." Mira spoke before dismissing them. They bowed and left the Circle.

"Well then, I guess we're off to Hogwarts." Poisidon spoke softly. Fond memories were in store there, back when Albus Dumbledore was only a Professor, not Headmaster.

"Yes. We're going by the train to Hogsmeade Station and then we shall see them. First we need to stop back at the Leaky Cauldron and collect our belongings." Trinity spoke before they disapparated back to the stalls in the Leaky Cauldron.

***

"How is she?" Ron asked Harry after he walked over to him from Hermione's bedside. She had just fallen asleep at 12 o'clock after all the commotion that had followed her incident of rage.

"Extremely tired and apologetic." Harry winced at the memory of the flying door. "How could it have happened? All of a sudden the door was blasted off! Nothing happened before that except angry remarks... Why is she mad at me?"

"Not only you.. Us." "Why us?" Harry asked.

"We've left her by herself so many times in between Quidditch Practice and dating, that I think she's just feeling alone now. That still doesn't explain for the door blasting off."

"Hmm.." Harry rubbed his chin and pondered.

"Remember that day when we were walking in the hallway.. She wanted to speak with you, and I was there but she didn't want me to be. Remember?"

"Yeah... She said she was related to Voldemort by.."

"Salazar Slytherin!" They cried in unison.

"We've got to get to the library tomorrow and find out what's behind this."

"Ron, when is the last time that you've went to the library without Hermione dragging us along?" Harry chuckled.

"Hey! This is different! It's Hermione we're talking about!"

"You love her.. Don't you?"

"I..."

"Oh come on, Ron! It's so obvious!"

"Fine! I admit it, but don't tell her."

"I won't. I promise. Now come on. We've got an early morning."

Harry followed Ron back to the Gryffindor Common Room, turning back once to gaze at Hermione's face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the Hospital Wing's windows. "I love you too, Herm."

"Come on Harry!"

"I'm coming!" Harry shouted back before turning to leave Hermione in her dreams.

***

"Hermione! No don't kill me!" Harry screamed as Hermione raised her wand. "I swear I won't do anything! No please!"

"Too bad Potter! It's all in my plan of world conquest. You will ruin me if I don't."

"Why Hermi-"

"God, Potter! That isn't my name anymore. It may have been at one point in my low life, but now you shall call me by my rightful name! It is Lydinas! Don't you hear me?!" Hermione threw a rage as she tossed and turned in her bed.

"Why Lydinas?! Why in names sake did you do this!"

"All these years of being a follower has taught me well. Salazar Slytherin's blood surges through my veins! Bringing to me the deadliest of curses!"

"But I love you, L-"

"Don't go there, Potter! You never did! Admit it! You were always with Ginny, hugging her, embracing her. Don't you dare say that you did love me! You loved her!"

"No I did! God I did! It was for the goodness of friendship! I didn't want to ruin it if you didn't love me!"

Draco came up to her, holding her waist and sneering! "Malfoy! What did you do to her?!"

"Nothing, Potter. Our love did." They kissed, which made Harry's blood boil. "Now I think you've heard too much. Shall you, dear?"

"I shall. Goodbye Potter. Avada Kedavra!" There was a blast of green light. Harry's screaming as the final curse came true. "No! What have I done?!" Hermione cried, falling at Harry's side. "I'm so sorry, Harry! Come back to me!"

"I loved you, Herm-" Harry closed his eyes and went limp.

"No! Harry! God! No!" Hermione hugged him close, as she heard Draco's cackles in the background.

"Don't you see, Lydinas? We were meant for each other." Draco sneered looking at Harry - dead in her arms.

"You!"

"It was nothing to do with me. You killed him." Draco laughed evily and left her by Harry's side.

"No!!!"

Hermione awoke with a start in the Hospital Wing. "Thank goodness it was all a dream." Hermione sighed heavily and fell back against the white pillows and sheets of the Hospital Wing. Though no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get back to sleep.

***

"Good morning, Miss Granger. Here is your breakfast, and medicine. In addition to that you have a visitor. Hermione opened her eyes to see Madame Pomfrey rustling the bed sheets, drafting in cold air and the warm air exited the warm canopy.

'I must have dozed off.' Hermione thought before she rubbed her eyes to see who was visiting her this early in the morning. Hermione saw Draco Malfoy in the doorway, he was already awake and actually looked awake. "Hi Draco."

"I'll be leaving you two alone." Madame Pomfrey left the Hospital Wing for her own breakfast.

"What brings you here this early in the morning?"

"Well.. I heard about last night. Do you think the prophecy is coming true?"

"Yes, but you haven't gotten your powers yet. Or have you?"

"I have. Telekinesis." Draco murmered as he demonstrated for her.

"This is getting wierd." Hermione muttered as she got out of bed. The night's rest was amazingly useful and she was no longer weak and tired as she was last night. "So let me get this straight. I'm related to You-Know-Who by Salazar Slytherin's bloodline."

"Yeah. That's it. Except it gets more complicated." Draco explained. "You-Know-Who wants my Father to bring you to him in order to get us 'evilized' , or so he puts in terms. I hope you know we were married in our past lives."

"That's the part that grosses me."

"Hey!"

"Well, no offense but I can't imagine being married to a Slytherin."

"Neither can I, except to a Gryffindor."

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked, pacing back and forth.

"We can go and surrender ourselves, or put on our up-most caution. Whichever is fine with me." Draco suggested.

"Choice number two, please." Hermione said.

"Okay, we'll be cautious. Especially you, Hermione."

"Are you saying something other than be careful?"

"Yes. I do care for you, despite what Potter and Weasel think."

***

"Good morning class!" Remus Lupin greeted the students as they settled down in their seats. "We'll be studying the effects of Dragons Blood in the Dark Arts. This will allow you to know how to defend yourself against it, as this is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Love Potions are a Dark Art that dates back to who knows when."

"Some consider Love Potions as good things," Sirius coughed. "Such as a certain girl in this class in the Slytherin side of the room with the initals P and P in her name." Everyone turned to look at Pansy Parkinson with a giggle. "Many consider this as an offence to the meaning of true love, and so to many it is considered [by using it] a Dark Art."

"Now Love Potions use one key ingredient - Dragons Blood. To repel Dragons Blood you need the scale of a Dragon and the tooth of a Whale Shark. When you have collected both, and are under the influence of a Love Potion take the tooth and pierce the scale. Usually you are drastic to get away from the person you have found an affection for." Remus concluded.

"Professor Dumbledore.. Er.. Headmaster Dumbledore has allowed us to collect the following ingredients for our lesson today. You shall partner up with a member of the opposite gender and use the love potion on them. Then your partner should pierce the scale, and it should be done. Don't worry. We've tested them on previous subjects." Sirius Black concluded. "Now go and find your partners in the next two minutes, or we will have to assign partners."

Hermione got up, looked around the room desperately. Draco started to move towards her, but Pansy grabbed his wrist and that was settled. She wouldn't work with Draco in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, Herm. Are you paired up with anyone?"

"No. I guess we could work together." She conceeded, and they went to collect their items. "Okay. Do you want to drink the potion first or do you want me to?"

"Ladies first." Harry grinned.

"Be all chivalrous now!" She grinned back at him. "Fine. Here goes." She drank the red potion and cursed having to go first. Her heart wrenched for a second as a sudden side-effect of the potion. "You know, I think I like this." She slided closer. "Okay. Where's the scale and tooth?"

"Here." Harry handed the two items to her.

"Yep. One.. Two.. Three!" She pushed the tooth through the scale and then the woozy feeling in her heart was no longer there. "Okay, I'm back. Your turn."

Harry drank the vile of the Love Potion. "Hermione you're looking pretty today. You know you'd go well on the cover of-"

"Harry! Stop that!" She showed him the scale and tooth.

"Now that I'm in love, I don't want to fall out if it."

"Come on, Harry. This isn't funny." He still came closer.

"Okay. Okay! I'm just kidding, but not about the cover of- Oh what the heck. Give me the darned scale and tooth." He grinned
schemingly, and he pierce it and all of a sudden was back to his non-perverted self. "Sorry, Herm. Couldn't resist it."

"Great, now I have a perverted best friend. Sure helps it all. Well I'll be going," The bell rang signifying the end of class. Though Crabbe and Goyle were still deeply involved in the spell, and its effects. "I'll see you at the dance tonight."

***

"I can see it in their eyes, Sirius." Remus sighed. It was the basic love triangle. "Draco loves Hermione. Hermione loves Draco. Harry loves Hermione. What are you going to do about your God-son, Sirius?"

"I'm not one to talk about this sort of stuff, Remus. You know it. I was a failure at getting a girl back in our own Hogwarts days, and it hasn't changed much." Sirius sighed.

"What about Hermione's powers?"

"They are powerful, and I don't know what's triggering them but it's going to be big."

"I figured." Remus sighed. "Perhaps now isn't the time to talk. We are needed at the Dance." Sirius nodded and they left their
classroom.

***

"Hermione! You look beautiful! I'm not saying that because you are my best friend, but because.. because you do." Harry murmered. Hermione was wearing a beautifully made purple silk gown that had irridescent lilac mixed with a pale opal.

"I get what you're saying." Hermione said, smiling.

"So," He extended his hand and she graciously accepted it. "Let's go Miss Granger."

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Let's go."

Ginny closed Ron's gaping mouth as she came down the stairway looking at the two. "Awww. Isn't it sweet? But I thought Hermione was with Malfoy."

"Ginny, do me a favor."

"What, Ron?"

"Shut up." Ron smirked and found his way to Pavarti.

***

(This was the original ending, but then I thought - why not add some more on? I'll be leaving tomorrow for Tampa and I'll be away from my computer for 1 week. So here is the added parts of Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger - Chapter Four. Enjoy!)

Hermione looked at the colorful decoration of the End of the Year Dance. They would be sixth years in less than one month. "Wow!" She breathed, Harry put his hand around her waist as he would have done to Ginny. It made her sick to think that some where out there Draco would be stuck with Pansy. She spotted them over by the punch bowl.

Two figures were pouring punch into cups and putting them on the table to drink. "This was a marvelous idea, Trinity. Except for the broken hearts."

"Remember this is for the good of the world. Not for us, but for them."

"We should have told them." Poisidon argued, remembering back when he was at Hogwarts.

"It is better that they do not know." Trinity poured some punch into a cup and placed it on the table. "Now we cannot talk now. Someone might hear us." They became silent once more.

"Draco! Come on! Let's dance!" Pansy pulled Draco out of his seat and dragged him to the dance floor.

"Pansy!" Draco argued.

"Just once? Please!" Pansy whined .

"Fine. Once, Pansy." Draco agreed rather annoyed. "Remember I said once this whole dance. One with you."

"Whatever, Draco darling. Let's go!" A slow dance was being played by *N'Sync. This I promise you, the words said. Draco rolled his eyes as Pansy put her head on his shoulder. There wasn't much she could do about it except to grimace and wish the dance was over.

In the distance, Hermione Granger was dancing with Harry Potter. "So?"

"I'm speechless. I wish this moment would go on forever." Harry whispered, only to hold the romantic atmosphere of the song.

"Harry, I'll always care for you.. But-"

"But what?" Harry asked puzzled.

"I like Draco." Hermione whispered, almost scared to say it in his presence. "I'm sorry.."

Harry looked down at his feet. "I thought it wasn't true."

Hermione was silent. She looked across the dance floor to where Draco was swaying with Pansy. He looked sick to the core, and Pansy was moving them around. "I'm sorry Harry.. We'll still be best friends right?"

"I don't know about Malfoy.. There's got to be some conspiracy behind it."

"No. He loves me for me." Hermione argued. "What have you got against him?"

"Forget this. I don't want to ruin this dance talking about Malfoy." They lapsed into silence again, only holding each other close like this was never going happen again. The song slowed to an end, and Hermione left to sit down on the side. Harry sighed deeply, as he knew that he'd have to cool off before he asked Hermione to dance again.

***

Earlier-

"Luicus, today are you kidnapping the girl?" Voldemort grinned wickedly.

"Yes, my Lord. There is a dance, as a tradition. I shall retrieve her after the dance." Luicus replied, bowing curtly.

"Not much longer until our plan is in action. Go now, Lucius. We shall have the Dark Queen back on our side in no time at all. She should be young and nieve as I was when I joined the Dark Side." He laughed and gazed into a glass crystal ball. "Hermione Granger."
 
 
 

Next Chapter: Will Voldemort and Lucius succeed in capturing Hermione? Is Hermione really turning bad? What are Trinity & Poisidon doing at the Drink Table and what is their scheme? Is Pansy going to keep Draco dancing through out the dance? Review and ye shall recieve all this and more!

Author's Note:Thank you all for reviewing my stories and influencing me on what comes next. Here's to all the reviewers out there who have reviewed any one of the stories/chapters. Thank you so very much!

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to The Cat who has reviewed each chapter :) Thank you so much!
 

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