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Mission Impossible by goddess faith

Format: Novella
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 45,520
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Draco, Pansy, George, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/FredOrGeorge, Hermione/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/09/2007
Last Chapter: 08/14/2009
Last Updated: 08/14/2009


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This story is abandoned for now. I completely lost the inspartion to write it. I might pick it back up in the future, but as of right now I am not writing on it.

Chapter 6: Confusing night

A/N: Hey, I am back! Thank you all for reviewing! I was so excited to see the reviews and that the story is a favorite of 30 people! You all are awesome! The story only gets weirder from here, though. So keep reading and reviewing! Enjoy…

Chapter Six:

“What if I am not a super hero. What if I am the villain?”

The words were still ringing in Hermione’s head as if he had said them two minutes ago. In reality it had been two days. Aiden had been avoiding her and to be completely honest, Hermione didn’t want to see him until she figured out what he meant by his statement. It was nerve wracking and it made Hermione wish she had never even went looking for him after she talked to him that night in the common room. If she had been smart and had been acting like a Slytherin she wouldn’t have. But the Gryffindor in her had to roar it’s ugly head.

“’Mione?” a voice asked, snapping her out of her reoccurring thought. Hermione jumped a little and turned to face Pansy. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Uh…” Hermione stuttered. “Am I supposed to be? I mean seriously, you ramble so much, how am I supposed to know when I am supposed to listen?”

Being a Slytherin was coming easier to Hermione more and more as she hung around with them.

“Well…” Pansy looked confused, hurt, and a little mad. “What?”

“Ugly and dumb,” Hermione laughed. “Hope you didn’t plan on getting married.” Hermione shut her charms book and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder with a last smirk toward Pansy. She then walked out of the room leaving Pansy dumbfounded.

Being Slytherin defiantly has its perks. Hermione thought as she walked down the hall. As she did this she ran right into someone, knocking them both down. Hermione’s new Slytherin instincts kicked in immediately.

“Hey, watch where you are going!” She yelled, standing up, brushing herself off.

“Well excuse me, your highness.” A familiar voice hissed back at her. Hermione slung her hair out of her face to look and see who it was. Her stomach dropped to her feet when she saw the black haired boy staring with anger at her. She bit her lip. She knew this time was going to come, but she liked it being just an idea instead of reality.

“Excuse me?” She tried playing off the Slytherin act.

“The new Slytherin Princess can’t make a mistake, can she? It isn’t possible that you ran into me.” Sarcasm dripped from every word that came out of Harry’s mouth as he picked up his books that he had dropped.

“Uh…” Hermione stumbled for words, his hostility catching her off guard.

“Yeah,” Harry rolled his eyes and just walked away. Hermione stood there, staring at his retreating back for a long time. She really hadn’t expected him to be like that.

She went up to the girl’s dorm and sat on her bed, thinking about it. Harry did have every right to be angry. She had treated him and the rest of her friends terribly. She had to though, but she knew they wouldn’t understand.
After about an hour of wallowing in self pity Hermione got up to go to dinner. She had been so preoccupied with the Harry situation she had forgotten all about Aiden.

He wasn’t at dinner. Hermione began to realize the only meal she had ever seen him come to was the first night they were there and even then he didn’t eat anything. Hermione gasped as she came to realization of what Aiden was.

“Aiden!” She yelled as she found him in the common room reading a book. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Aiden replied calmly, putting a bookmark in his book and looking up at her.

“You know being anorexic doesn’t make you a villain! It makes you sick! You need help!” Hermione threw her hands up and Aiden began to laugh. “This isn’t funny! Are you crazy?!”

“No, but I think you might be.” Aiden chuckled as he stood up, towering over her. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes fearless, her heart beating wildly.

“I am not crazy!” She replied, her voice still loud. Aiden let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I am not anorexic, Hermione,” he informed her. She crossed her arms and stared up at him.

“Of course you are going to say that! You don’t want anyone to know.”

“Trust me,” Aiden suddenly got serious. “If you knew, you would only wish that I was anorexic.” With that Aiden walked away, leaving Hermione with a weird and tempting question, yet again. She stared at his back, still too confused to say anything.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hermione whispered to herself as she sat out by the lake later on that afternoon.

“Um… Hermione, are you okay?” Blaise asked, walking up behind her. She turned around and looked at him, letting out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, just seriously confused.” Hermione confessed, but shook her head. “It isn’t important. What are you doing out here?”

“I actually came to see you,” Blaise informed her. “I wanted to know if you had any plans tomorrow night.”

“No,” Hermione replied.

“Would you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me then?” The question caught Hermione off guard. She had been so into figuring out Aiden she had completely forgotten about her mission.

“Tomorrow is Sunday,” she pointed out.

“I know,” Blaise replied with a sly grin. Hermione laughed a little.

“I am in, if you can find a way out of this place.” She replied and Blaise nodded, before turning around and started to walk off. He then turned around.

“Meet me in the common room tomorrow night at nine.” He told her and didn’t wait for an okay, before turning around and walking away.

When Hermione decided to retire to the common room later that night, she hadn’t been expecting for Draco to be waiting on her. She smiled and nodded toward him, but he just stared back at her. She saw anger and, but she wasn’t sure, fear in his eyes.

“I am not sure of my feelings,” Draco mocked in a girly voice. “Do you remember saying that to me?”

“Huh…” Hermione stumbled, trying to figure out what Draco was talking about.

“The other day you told me you weren’t for sure about your feelings and then today I find out you are going out on a date with Blaise tomorrow night!” Draco’s voice grew more angry with every word he spoke.

“So…” Hermione trailed off, not understanding why Draco was all worked up over it.

“So!” Draco exclaimed, gathering the attention of the people around them. “You lied to me!”

“I did not!” Hermione’s voice rising to meet his. “I’m not sure about my feelings!”

“Then why are you going out with Blaise and not me?” Draco yelled back.

“You never asked!” Hermione shouted back.

“What?” Draco’s voice calming down.

“You didn’t ask. Blaise did, I had no idea you wanted to.” Hermione explained and Draco folded his arms.

“I am supposed to ask now?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes,” Hermione said this as it was obvious. “I am not like many of these sluts around here. I’m not going to beg you to go out with me. Either you want to or not, your choice.” With that she went up to the girl’s dorm.

Hermione found a letter on her bed. The envelope said it was from Fred Weasley. Hermione stood there, just staring at it for a moment, before picking it up. She gently opened and unfolded the letter in it.

I’m not sure why I am writing this… I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I don’t like the things we, or I should say, I left things the last day we saw each other. I am really sorry about the way I reacted. My feelings were, still are , so strong for you that I couldn’t take the words you were saying. George told me that you would be coming back Christmas, but that seems like a century away. I was wondering if you could came back next weekend? I really need to talk to you, Hermione. Please write back and let me know. I’ll be waiting.

Come back next weekend? Hermione had forced herself to push Fred out of her mind in sake of the mission. Seeing him would only upset her. She couldn’t just not go though. She really did want to see Fred and George again, because she was sure that the rest of the Weasley’s hated her from all the stories Ron and Ginny probably filled their heads with. Hermione pulled out a quill and parchment and wrote, I’ll be there. She then headed toward the owlery, making sure not to be seen by Draco.

After she sent the letter off, Hermione went over to the big glassless window, looking out. It was a cool night, but not cold. She stared over the still campus and wondered how it could be so quiet when hours before it was so loud. Right before Hermione turned to head back, something caught her eye. A glint of brown and red. She watched as the glint grew larger. Hermione’s eyes widened with fear, wondering what it could be. Maybe it was the Dark Lord coming to take over the school. Hermione had to warn someone. She couldn’t move though, she was froze to the spot.

You can imagine, after thinking it was the Dark Lord and deatheaters, Hermione was quite shocked to see Aiden walking out of the Forbidden Forrest. His robes were splattered with blood and Hermione noticed the look on his face. It was a look of regret and anger. Hermione thought about what she was seeing for a minute.

His eyes glanced up toward the window and Hermione ducked, hoping he didn’t see her. She hadn’t come to a conclusion about what had happened in the woods, but she knew she didn’t want him to see her. She peeked back over the edge to see if he was till there. To her relief he wasn’t.

“What are you doing? Is spying your new hobby?” A harsh voice asked and Hermione snapped back around to see Aiden standing a few feet from her.

“Wh… how… huh?” Hermione stuttered, wondering how Aiden had gotten up about seven floors in five seconds.

“Are you spying on me!” Aiden demanded. Hermione had never seen someone so angry. It scared her so bad she couldn’t speak, she just shook her head. “Then what are you doing up here?”

Hermione couldn’t say anything, she was too afraid. He still had blood splattered on him and he was sweaty. Hermione’s mind was flying with scenarios. He could have killed someone!

“What are you doing up here?” He questioned again through gritted teeth. Hermione still couldn’t say anything. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. “Don’t say a word about what you saw tonight, understand?” Hermione just nodded.

“A..A…A…” She stumbled, not able to say his name. He took a step closer to her before saying anything else. Hermione couldn’t get if that was to intimidate her or to make sure she heard him.

“I didn’t kill anybody.” He assured her, as if he had read her mind. “You best just give it a rest with me, all right? Before you get yourself hurt.”

The statement scared Hermione, but she knew that she couldn’t stay away now even if her life was at stake. She just had to know what Aiden Lawless was hiding. She watched as he walked out of the room and stayed there for a minute. She wasn’t even for sure if she could move. She expected to wake up in her bed and have all this be a dream, but when an owl dropping hit her on the head she realized the reality of it all.

The next morning she steered clear of Aiden. She didn’t have any trouble during breakfast, seeing as he wasn’t even there. It wasn’t until that afternoon did she ran into him. His eyes looked dark and he looked tired.

He just scolded at her and kept walking. It sent a cold chill up Hermione’s spine, but she wasn’t for sure why. She looked at her watch and noticed she had to get ready for her date.