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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 8: Guys, Kisses, HELP!

A/N: There is a lot packed into this chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Guys, Kisses, HELP!

Hermione rushed out to the lake where she found a very impatient looking Draco sitting on a checkered blanket on the ground by the lake. She saw him glance at his watch and she wondered how many times he had done that in the past fifteen minutes. She bit her lip as she began to walk over to him. The sun was descending behind the horizon, but just enough was left to sparkle off of Draco’s golden hair as he looked at her. He didn’t smile.

"I was beginning to think you stood me up." He informed her as he motioned for her to sit down. "What took you?"

"I… um… lost track of time." Hermione said, semi truthfully. She sat down, looking at him. "I am sorry."

"Hm," Draco nodded as he opened the basket that was laying there. He with drew food and placed it in front of both of them.

"Draco! Draco! Stop…." Hermione laughed from the ground, thirty minutes later as Draco tickled her fiercely. Draco’s hands came to a stop as he placed his hands on either side on her and held himself above her. She looked up at him, still smiling. She had to admit, this date went a lot better than Blaise’s. She had had no idea that Draco was so much fun. She wouldn’t have thought it through how he had treated her before she was a Slytherin. He smiled, a very nice vacation for her from him usual smirk, as his blue-gray eyes shinned down on her. It was now dark, but the moon and stars shone and the lights from the courtyard was just enough light to see his face.

"Hermione, you are amazing." He stated after a moment of silence. She laughed a little. "I mean it. You aren’t like most girls, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione readjusted herself so she was a little more comfortable.

"I am not for sure. It is a feeling about you, I guess. I don’t feel I have to be Draco Malfoy Slytherin Prince or Slytherin Sex God." Draco went on, still on top of her. "With you I can just be Draco. It is weird, because I have never been able to be just Draco with anyone. Then here you come along and change everything. First you were a know-it-all mudblood bookworm that was Potter’s sidekick. I had no idea you were a beautiful intelligent pureblood Slytherin that I felt so comfortable with." Draco turned his head to the side and sighed. "Most girls fawn over me for sex or money or my good looks. You didn’t. I have never had that happen before. You are just different for me and that I find amazing."

Hermione was quiet for a moment. She had never expected a speech like that from Draco Malfoy. She smiled, though. She never thought Draco felt that way. She couldn’t help, but notice, she was beginning to feel the same way. She knew she had a mission, though. She could still have fun, though, right? It was all just so confusing.

"I…" Hermione began, not really knowing what she was going to say. Draco seemed to notice or wasn’t listening to her, because his head slowly began to drop and tilt. Within seconds his mouth was covering hers. Hermione was shocked at first, but his lips felt so smooth and soft over hers. It sent a wave of emotions through her. She couldn’t think, she only wanted. She wanted to kiss back and that part of her seemed to take over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Draco down, closer to her. It was he that pulled back first.

He pushed up a little, his face a little flushed. He smiled at her as he got off her and sat back on the blanket. Hermione sat up, too, looking at him, waiting for him to speak first. She was afraid he would ask if Blaise had been a better kisser, but surely Blaise had told him that they hadn’t kissed at all.

"Amazing," he muttered. That was all that was said. Silence covered the grounds for a few minutes. It was getting about time for them to go in and Hermione hadn’t found out anything about the deatheaters. She had been having too much time having fun to worry about business. She had to now though. She couldn’t let anything get in the way of it. She wasn’t for sure how. It wasn’t like you could just ask "Hey, what are you and the deatheaters up to?"

"So," Hermione began, going to give it her best shot, Draco looked up, smiling. "You and your father are close, I hear?" She watched the smile on Draco’s face fade at the mention of his father. He readjusted himself a little and started to fidget with the basket.

"I…I guess you could say that." Draco replied and Hermione got a tad suspicious.

"I’ll bet you guys do a lot of things together." Hermione pushed on, knowing she couldn’t lose sight of the information she saw after. Draco looked up at her, straight in the eye. "I mean, family things."


"Hm," Draco shrugged a little. "Let’s not talk about it."

"Oh, all right," Hermione nodded, cursing herself in her head. "The deatheater thing going all right?" Hermione didn’t know how else to ask. She had to know. If she could convince him she wanted to join them maybe he would tell her something.

"What?" Draco asked, shooting a look at her that was both quizzical and suspicious.

"I mean, have you guys caught anymore filth?" Hermione wasn’t for sure how to word it.

"You think I am a deatheater?" Draco questioned, looking at her. She stared at him. Wasn’t he? He was the son of the Dark Lord’s right hand man. She bit her lip.

"Aren’t you?" She replied with a question. Draco’s expression went from confused to hurt and angry.

"How could you of all people assume that?" Draco asked, standing up. "I can’t believe you." Hermione didn’t see why he was getting upset. She wouldn’t have thought a Slytherin of all people would get defensive of that question. Draco flaunted that he hated muggle borns, so naturally everyone thought him a death eater. He pulled on his selves to show her his bare arms. She looked up at him, but his face was set in stone. She had been wrong?

Draco stormed off toward the castle, leaving Hermione there. She didn’t go after him, not even knowing what she would say. She bit her lip. She could have swore she had heard Draco say something about Voldemort earlier. She laid back and looked up at the sky. She had ruined everything. He would probably never talk to her again. She know she shouldn’t care if he wasn’t a deatheater, because he would be no help to the mission, but she did. She had felt something between them. Something that was long gone now.

Hermione thought of a lot of things as she laid there. She thought about the deatheaters she did go to school with. If they had told the Dark Lord about her being a Slytherin. If The Dark Lord believed her. If anyone had found or thought to find a copy of her birth certificate. If they had, they wouldn’t have found it. While she was in the muggle word that day she had summoned her birth certificate copies and burned them. Putting a new one with wizard parents in its place. Nobody would ever know the difference. It still bothered her if the Dark Lord did know she was now a Slytherin. And what about Aiden? She now knew he was a vampire. He wouldn’t hurt anyone though. He had made logical reasoning she guessed. She let out a deep sigh, deciding to call it a night.

The rest of her time at Hogwarts that week seemed to go by quickly. Draco didn’t say a word to her. He didn’t even look at her. Hermione felt terrible. She wondered if she should try to talk to him, but decided to give him the weekend to cool down and try to talk to him when he came back.

It was Friday night before Hermione ran into Aiden again. Well, she didn’t really run into him. She just happened to see him in the courtyard. He was sitting with a brown headed girl, wearing Ravenclaw robes. She watched him very closely and noticed he was teasing her. She had seen Slytherin’s tease other students for quite sometime, but this was different. The girl didn’t look pleased, but Aiden did. Not the kind of pleased that most of them looked though. This wasn’t a smirk, but a true smile. He was laughing too. Hermione bit the inside of her jaw as she watched them. It was but a minute and then the girl got up and stormed away. Hermione watched as the girl rushed past her and then Hermione looked back at Aiden. He had his head dropped and his face was sad. Hermione knew it was wrong to interfere, but she wanted to know what was going on.

Hermione walked over and sat down beside Aiden on the bench. She didn’t say anything, just sat there. He looked up at her, his face look sad mixed with angry. A lot like Draco’s had looked the night on their date.

"What do you want, Granger?" Aiden questioned in an annoyed tone. Hermione sighed, she hadn’t been expecting anything else.

"Who was that girl?" Hermione bluntly asked.

"You sure are nosy, you know that?" Aiden replied, sitting back on the bench and crossing his arms. "Are you stalking me or something?"

"No…" Hermione looked down and then back up at him, trying to figure out a way to say what she wanted. "I just… you looked happy and then sad. Most Slytherin’s don’t look that way after they get done teasing a person."

"I am not most Slytherin’s, I thought you figured that out." Aiden went on and then sighed. "Why do you even want to know why? Why are you so nosy? Are you sure you aren’t in Gryffindor?"

"Aiden, listen," Hermione took a deep breath, not wanting to argue. "I was kind of hoping we could be friends."

"Friends? I don’t need you as a friend, Granger." Aiden shook his head, and looked around the courtyard.

"You need a friend." Hermione bit her lip, trying to think of a reasoning. "You know what Lupin told me? That it was easier having his friends to help him with his changing."

"That is just it." Aiden growled. "I don’t change. I am like I am twenty four seven. Lupin can only kill his friends one night a month. I have to keep my guard up every single day!"

"Still, wouldn’t be easier to have someone you can talk to?" Hermione offered.

"I have friends, Granger!"

"No, you don’t. Yeah, you have your buddies that you joke around with in class, but I hardly see you with anyone other than that. Aiden, don’t you want someone to talk about it with?" Hermione explained and Aiden was silent for a moment. She hoped he was considering her proposition.

"What is in all this for you?" Aiden questioned, looking up at her. She then realized that she didn’t want anything in return, other than friendship. For once it wasn’t about the mission, it was just about having a friend. She hadn’t meet a true friend in Slytherin that she could talk to.

"Nothing, just friendship." Hermione replied, looking back up at him.

"You call yourself a Slytherin?" Aiden laughed and looked down again. Hermione sighed, taking that as a no and went to get up. "Wait," Aiden said and Hermione turned back. His face looked serious and vulnerable. "We can be friends. Sorry, I’m just not used to it."

"That is all right." Hermione smiled at him, sitting back down. She still wasn’t for sure why she wanted to be friends with him.

"You understand how dangerous this is, right?" Aiden questioned.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded.

"I don’t believe you do, but I will take your word for it." Aiden replied. Hermione’s smile grew bigger. She truly believed that he wanted a friend as bad as she wanted to be one.

The next morning Hermione was off to Fred and George’s. She wasn’t happy about leaving her new friend, but she was happy to get away. She was sure that Aiden would have fun in Hogsmade without her.

On the train ride is when Hermione got to thinking about Fred. She really hadn’t given it a lot of thought that week. With finding out Aiden was a vampire and befriending him to figuring out she had feelings for Draco Malfoy and having him ignore her she hadn’t really had a lot of time to. But not she had nothing else to worry about and it was the first thing to creep into her mind. He had wrote her that letter and it had said he wanted her to visit him. She still wasn’t for sure how he was going to act though. Hermione wouldn’t have blamed him if he hated her. Of course, he didn’t even come to see her off, so she could be made at him a little, too.

Hermione fell asleep thinking about it and was awoke by the loud screeching stop. She rubbed her eyes, sleepishly, and yawned, looking out the window. She was there. She smiled as she jumped up and ran off the train. She looked around for two twins, but only found one. Fred.

She rushed up to him, not for sure how he was going to react.

"Fred, HI!" Hermione started to say, but was cut off. Fred grabbed her from behind the back, pulling her into him and covered her mouth with his own.