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Innocent Deception by writers_passion
Chapter 8 : News of a Good and Bad Variety
 
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The moment the very last member of The High Society of Women departed and Ara gave Hermione her leave to go, she left. She didn’t know if she was ever happy to say that she was going back to the Manor, but at this moment in time she definitely was. Her good mood, which she was surprised to say that she actually had in the presence of those ridiculous women, had completely disappeared when she had met Isis.

Draco never told you that he was engaged before? No, Hermione answered in her mind. He never so much as mentioned it to her, but then again why should he? The only thing that was preoccupying his mind when they were drawing up their verbal contract was his inheritance and making sure that they could pull off their little scam. Yet, as Hermione got closer to the suite and could hear movement from inside, she couldn’t help but feel…odd.

She opened the suite door and immediately spotted Draco lying on his side of the bed with a book on his lap and wearing, of all things, glasses. Hermione tried holding it in, but stopped the struggle and snickered as she closed the door.

“You wear glasses?” She asked him. Draco, who had been so deep into his reading and hadn’t realized that she had come in, looked up and quickly snatched his glasses from his face.

“It’s for fine print.” He muttered and closed his book. Hermione took a deep breath and nodded as she slipped off her shoes. “So, I hear the meeting with the members went well.”
“From who..?”

“Mother, naturally. She’s a bit of snoop and was watching from the second floor.”

“Oh well that’s comforting.” Hermione rolled her eyes. She put her sunhat aside and bit her bottom lip. “The women are very, um, interesting.”

“I’m sure they are. I wouldn’t get near any one of them with a ten-foot long broomstick.”
“Even Isis..?”

Draco dropped the book that was on his lap while Hermione stood in front of the mirror by the bureau in order to avoid seeing his facial expression. It didn’t work however because she could still see his reflection in the mirror.

“…How did you know about Isis?” He asked her. Hermione casually shrugged her shoulders and turned to face him.

“She was at the meeting.” She replied. Fumbling with the hem of her dress, she dropped it and just decided to come right out and say it. “Malfoy, why didn’t you tell me that you were engaged before?”

“What for..? Would it have mattered?”

Hermione casted her eyes to the ground and was cursing herself. No, it wouldn’t have mattered. She didn’t even have to ask, but she already had, and good for her she was a quick thinker and was able to come up with a good excuse as to why it mattered.

“It could’ve cost you your inheritance that’s why.”

Draco cocked a brow. He smirked and rolled out of bed.

“Oh really..?” He said. “And how would that have happened?”

“Well, what if your aunt asked how I felt about you having been once engaged?” She asked him. It was a good question too. “I would’ve been surprised and we could’ve been found out.”

“Humph, well, first off, Granger,” Draco chuckled as he walked over to her. “I’m pretty sure if Auntie Ara had asked that question, with your brilliant skills for lying, you would’ve done just fine. And second,” He rested his hands on the bureau, which made Hermione a tad uncomfortable since she was directly in the middle of where he had placed his hands. “I think you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Hermione repeated. She gave a false laugh and grinned. “Of your precious Isis..? Hardly, Malfoy… But, speaking of her, why didn’t you marry her?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders. He shook his head and grinned, toying with one of Hermione’s curls before walking away from her and heading back to the bed where he had gotten up from.

“Let’s just say that she’s not quite as entertaining as you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Meeting The High Society of Women was the only thing planned on Ara’s list for that day, so Hermione took her leave in order to put in a few hours at St. Mungo’s. Draco scoffed at her before she left, saying that his aunt was probably getting a good kick out of the fact that she was going to work. “There’s no reason for a Malfoy woman to work, you know.” He had told her. Hermione smirked as she donned her jacked and replied, “It’s a good thing I’m not a Malfoy woman then, isn’t it?” That made him smile and give a motion as if to say, “Touché,” and Hermione left the suite in order to Floo over to her flat. When she did she suddenly had an odd feeling overcome her. She frowned and flipped on the light switch. After doing so, she realized in truth that she wasn’t alone, and that standing in the middle of her flat was Harry and Ron.

“Well, don’t just stand there, Hermione!” Harry said with a smile. “Get over here and hug us.”

Hermione couldn’t move. She was positively paralyzed. After a short moment or two she managed to get her body working again and hugged her two best friends who looked like as if they had been to hell and back.

“Wow, um, Ginny told me that you guys were coming back, but, I had no idea that it would be so soon.”

“A few days ahead of schedule actually,” Ron told her. “But there’s only so much a person can take when you’re hiding in a cave and sleeping on rocks.”

“But enough about that, what’s been going on with you, ‘Mione?”

“Ah…” Hermione shrugged her shoulders and watched as Harry and Ron sat down on her sofa. What could she say? Oh, nothing much, just got engaged to Draco Malfoy of all people so he could cash in on some inherited money in exchange for forty galleons so I could save my mother’s life?
“Where were you just coming from, ‘Mione?”

“Um, visiting a friend,”

“By the looks of this place you’ve been visiting this friend for days.” Harry laughed.

“Yeah, Hermione, your flat looks a bit empty.”

“I know, I’ve been…redecorating.” She lied to them. “Getting rid of a few things and getting some new ones. Just got a bit bored with the way it was looking, you know?”

“Sounds fair I guess.”

“It’s always good to be trying something new, but guys, I’m so glad that you’re back home, but I’ve really got to be going. I was heading over to St. Mungo’s.”

“Oh, of course, of course,”

“We’ll see you later then, ‘Mione.”

Hermione nodded and hugged her two friends and then disapparated. She was happy that they were back, very much so, but the thought of breaking the news to them that she was supposed to be getting married to Draco was giving her a migraine. Work will make me feel better… She thought to herself as she walked through St. Mungo’s doors, but she frowned once she got in. Aurors were standing at the receptionist’s desk and speaking determinedly with her. She shrugged her shoulders and then glanced to her left, spotting to Hermione and then pointing. Hermione on the other hand hadn’t a single clue what was going on and made her way over to the desk.

“Hi Julie,” She said to the receptionist, and then turned her attention to the two men who were still standing there. “Is there anything I can do for you two gentlemen?”

“Yes, Miss Granger, we’d like to have a word with you.”

“Sure, let’s go into an empty room.”

Hermione led the way down the hospital’s halls and eventually found a room that wasn’t taken up by a patient. Once the three of them were inside she closed the door and gave them her full attention.

“So what is it that you need to speak with me about?”

“It’s about a patient you treated yesterday. A Mr. Rodolphus Lestrange..?”

Her heart sank. She tried not to look guilty when the man brought up Rodolphus’ name and kept up her professionalism.

“Yes, what about him..?”

“Well, when he was brought in Healers contacted us immediately after recognizing that he bore the symptoms of having the Cruciatus Curse performed on him.” The other man said to her.

“I know, I recognized the symptoms myself. What of it?”

“Did Mr. Lestrange tell you who cursed him?”

“No,” Hermione said honestly. “If he had I would’ve notified someone. What happened that you’re asking me this?”

“It’s just that a Healer went to see him earlier today and to ask who had cursed him, but when he did, Rodolphus was confused-”

“Like his memory of it was just gone,”

Hermione swallowed hard and prayed to Merlin that the Aurors hadn’t heard her. She stuck her hands in her pockets and shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Are you sure that he wasn’t just…disoriented?”

“We’re quite sure.”

“It’s a shame then, truly.” Hermione cleared her throat and checked her watch. “If that’s all gentlemen, I really must get going. Lot of patients to heal,”

“Of course, go on.”

She nodded and walked out of the room, suddenly wanting to feel sick. It wasn’t like as if she didn’t know that they would find out. Any fifth year would’ve been able to tell that Rodolphus’ memory was tampered with, but why ask her? Because you were the last person to see him, you twit… Hermione scolded herself, and now wished that she hadn’t done a thing. But then Draco would be in Azkaban, and you couldn’t let that happen…
“Curse myself for being such a nice person.” She grumbled, and watched out of the corner of her eye the two Aurors leave the hospital. “This won’t be the last time I see them, I’m sure of it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione completed her work shift with a huge knot in her stomach. She had this constant paranoia that Aurors would come bursting through the hospital’s doors and come to arrest her. But nothing could happen to her, right? Sure they could prove that something had happened to Rodolphus’ memory, but they couldn’t prove that it was her. Speculate, yes, prove, not a chance in the world they could do that. So, with a semi-lightened heart, she went back to Ara’s Manor to await the wonderful surprise that that wicked woman would have waiting. What she wasn’t expecting though was to be taken up into Draco’s arms the moment she entered the suite.

“Granger, I could kiss you!”

“Dear Merlin, have you been drinking?” Hermione asked wide-eyed. Draco chuckled.

“Yes, actually,” He said as he let her go and closed the suite door after her. “But that’s not the reason I’m so-”

“Chipper-?”

“Happy,”

“You..? Draco Malfoy happy..? I’m in shock.”

“Cute, Granger, very cute.” He rolled his eyes, and Hermione chuckled.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What on earth are you so happy for?”

“You got in.”

“…What?”

“The High Society of Women; you got in.”

Hermione didn’t believe him. She got in? She was now a part of that flawed feminine society? She didn’t know if she should be thrilled that a muggleborn made it into their pureblood club, or horrified that she was now and forever going to be associated with those terrible women. Hermione was so deep in thought that she hadn’t even realized that Draco had placed a glass of champagne into her hand.

“I guess this means I passed the test then?’ She asked as she took a sip of the champagne that he gave her. He nodded and grinned.

“With flying colors…and this is for you.”

Draco handed her a small envelope that her name written on it in delicate handwriting. She set her glass aside and opened it, almost toppling over because her knees had become weak. Inside the envelope was a check, and the number she was reading was completely unbelievable.

“Fifty thousand galleons..?”

“That’s right.” Draco said with a grin. “Every new inductee gets this. Congratulations,”

“Well, I guess being a part of this organization won’t be all that bad.” Hermione said with a small grin, but she could see Draco fidgeting slightly out of the corner of her eye. “What?”

“Um, there’s something else that goes along with that check.” He told her. “You have to go to an induction ceremony.”

“Okay, that’s not too bad-”

“Isis is hosting it.”

Hermione nearly tipped over her champagne glass. She’d pay all the money in the world not to see that woman again. But, she kept her composure and sighed with a smile.

“…It’ll be an interesting ceremony is all.” She finished the rest of her champagne in one go and handed him the glass. “Very, very, interesting,”
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author's note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! and as a gift, here's a new chapter :)

hope that you like it and plz remember to leave a review and tell me what you think! 
-WP


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