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Chapter 13 Letters
There’s an angel at my table,


She broke her wings, she’s packed her things,


She said I’m the only one she’ll turn to.


 


There’s a devil on my shoulder,


And he’s telling me she’s so beautiful


And I should go up there and hold her,


 


But looking on,


How can I stay here,


It wouldn’t be what she wants


And I’m trying to break it easy,


But she’s pleading with me


 


Will you be my anchor,


When there’s no-one around to hold me down,


Will you be my anchor,


I know you’re not the answer.


 


"Angel At My Table" by The Frames (Frames DC)



 


Hermione awoke the next morning, groggy and with a distinct feeling of having gotten very little restful sleep. The skin on her shoulders and arms were tingling due to the cold and she let out a shiver, wanting nothing more than to crawl


under the covers, but as she gazed over at her sleeping companion, who’s hair was still messy from the night before, she decided to quietly slip out of the room, while he still slept soundly. Hermione let go of the blankets and slid side-wards out of the bed, doing her best not to wake him up. She paused momentarily to gather up her clothing. She dressed quietly, with a speed and efficiency which could only be attributed to her and silently slipped out of Malfoy’s room and down the spiral staircase. 


 


Half an hour later, a freshly showered and changed Hermione was sitting silently at the Gryffindor table. The hall was still rather empty due to the early hour. Hermione watched with an amused smile on her face that some of the Slytherin seventh year girls were already up and arguing amongst each other, one in particular that was Pansy Parkinson, seeming to be the most enraged. She barely noticed that Draco Malfoy had walked into the Great Hall, which attested to how engrossed she was in watching the squabbling Slytherin girls. The girls, Pansy in particular, stopped their argument when they spotted Malfoy and Pansy turned her anger on the blonde Head Boy, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. Hermione grinned with amusement at his shocked reaction, but when he looked over at her, she quickly let her grin slide from her face and looked down. 

Things were even stranger between them since the night before and Hermione wasn’t quite sure what to make of it or how to treat the issue. She continued eating her toast and did not look over at the Slytherin table for the rest of the morning. 


A few minutes later Ron and Harry ambled into the Great Hall and sat down on either side of her, greeting her with their usual smiles, though Ron’s was a lot more strained. 


Hermione gave them a fleeting smile and hello in return and focussed back on her toast. She wasn’t much in the mood to speak to them, she had too much to muddle over, the letter weighing heavily in her robe pocket. Truthfully, she had to concede that she never actually gave herself the chance to process it’s contents and deal with the shocking revelation, but as she felt her eyes watering at the mere thought, she quickly pushed the thought as far back in her sub-consciousness as she could and concentrated on her breakfast.


Ron had been giving her fleeting looks from the corner of his eye for the last fifteen minutes, opening and closing his mouth, but it was evident he hadn’t picked up the courage to say to her what he felt needed to be said. Ron gave Harry another look, and Harry sighed, knowing the inevitable had come. They had spent the better part of last evening discussing amongst each other, or more like Ron discussing and Harry nodding his head, and he knew that Ron wanted to speak to Hermione, though he did wish as he sighed and mentally shook his head, his best friend could have chosen a better time or place to confront Hermione.


 “Right”, Harry said, rolling his eyes at Ron’s insistent glances, getting up from the table, “I gotta go get some things before class starts”.


 Hermione barely nodded her head, caught in her own world, not really looking at anything in particular and Harry shook his head at Ron and made his way out of the Great Hall, grabbing Ginny’s hand as she walked into the Great Hall and leading her back out again.


 “What is it Harry?” she queried, her friends stopping next to her as Harry sighed.


 “Ron wants to confront or talk to Hermione and knowing those two it’s probably best if we leave them be, you know how their fights are”, he replied giving her a smile and a quick chaste kiss.


 “He has to do this now and here?” she said incredulously.


 “I tried to talk him out of it. Come on we can get some breakfast from the kitchens. I’m sure Dobby can make us up something nice”, Harry replied, smiling apologetically at his girlfriend.


 Ginny looked disgruntled and it took her a moment to calm down and reply,
“Alright, but Ron owes us one. I hate missing breakfast!” Harry smiled gratefully at her, gave her one more kiss and the two walked out of the Great Hall.


 “Hermione…” Ron began, not quite sure how to broach the subject. Hermione continued to stare of into space, unaware that Ron was addressing her.
“Hermione!” he tried once again a little louder and she flicked her gaze to look at him.


  “I think we need to talk about us”.


 “Can it wait Ron, I really don’t want to talk right now”, Hermione sighed, looking away and focussing on something else.


 “No it can’t Hermione. You’ve been distant and weird with me for weeks!” Ron growled, his temper flaring up.


 “Ron, please!” Hermione said, resigned. 


 “For fuck’s sake Hermione! Will you stop this bullshit and actually turn around and talk to me!” Ron shouted. Everyone in the vicinity at the Gryffindor table quickly stopped their conversations and turned to watch the Prefect and Head Girl argue. It was always a spectacular sight to see.


 “I never see you anymore and if I do you’re all strange and not you. You think I haven’t even noticed how weird you’ve been Hermione? Give me a little credit will you!” Ron growled, lowering his voice slightly as he fixed a glare onto his girlfriend.


 Hermione briefly looked up at her boyfriend but she had not the courage to speak so she looked back down onto her now cold breakfast.


 “And what’s even worse is you never invite me up to your common room anymore. In fact you never even gave me the password. Am I having a relationship with an imaginary girlfriend here or are you actually going to be there?”


Something snapped within Hermione and her attention was quickly diverted back onto Ron sitting next to her. Her eyes were glinting dangerously and her breathing was laboured. She glared menacingly at Ron and then heaved once more before she thought she had enough control to reply.


 “You always think things are about you don’t you Ronald! Not once did it pop into your head that maybe some issues didn’t involve you and that you should butt out of them. No Ron, who’s been the actual absentee one in this relationship, decides now after he got an attack of the consciousness to have a go at me for being just slightly distant because some things are plaguing me. Well you want to know what the problem is, well here it is!” she fumed, her voice dangerously cold. She quickly stood up, causing Ron to jerk back in fear that she might hit him and pull out the letter she had received from her robe pocket slamming it down on the table. My aunt’s missing, that’s your fucking problem, so excuse me if I’m a little on edge!” She spoke the last part with such maliciousness one could think it came from Lucius Malfoy and before Ron could splutter a reply, she had stormed off out of the Great Hall.


 Ron seemed too much in shock to say anything, gazing at the retreating form of his livid girlfriend. He certainly hadn’t expected that to happen, but then again they had been so strange these last few months that he didn’t know what was normal between them. His gaze flicked down to the letter she had slammed on the table, the top part of it glaring back at him and he felt the guilt rising up in his stomach as he read the words:


My darling Hermione,


We are really sorry to have to tell you this, and worse write it in a letter, for this has to be the worst way to find out, but your aunt Rosie has been missing for a week…



 


Ron jumped up from his seat and darted out of the Great Hall, running after Hermione, his long gangly legs quickly catching up with her short strides. Most of the Gryffindor looked up from their breakfast at the commotion Ron was causing and over on the other side of the hall at the Slytherin table, an irate Head boy was glowering at the retreating back of Ron Weasley. 


 “Hermione wait!” he called out, grabbing her arm as he reached her just outside of the Great Hall, spinning her around rather unceremoniously so that she lost her balance and tripped into his chest. Ron grabbed her with his strong arms and held her steady as Hermione continued to look down at her feet.


 “I’m really sorry Hermione, I didn’t know!” he pleaded with her, and Hermione nodded her head, unable to look up at him. “Please will you just look at me, I’m trying you know, I really am!”


 “I know”, the cracked voice of Hermione replied as she sniffed and roughly wiped a stray tear away. She glanced up into his cobalt eyes; her own chocolate eyes brimming with unshed tears. 


 “We don’t have to talk about us now. I’m here for you okay ‘Mione”, he replied softly, giving her arms a light squeeze.


 “Ron”, Hermione started, tears running down her cheeks as she vainly tried to hold them back and keep herself under control.


 “You don’t need to put up a front for me ‘Mione, it’s okay”, he whispered into her hair, drawing her closer. Hermione’s weight sagged against him as she threw her arms around his neck and silently cried into his chest.


 After a few minutes Ron picked up the courage and asked gently, “How long have you known?”


 “A few days, although that letter I got last night confirmed it”, came Hermione’s muffled reply in between her sobs. 


 “You should have told you, I wouldn’t have been such a prat to you about it!” Ron replied, brushing down her hair and rubbing the small of her back in circles, much like Malfoy had done the night before. Hermione stiffened at the memory and pulled away from Ron wiping away her tears. Ron was looking a little unsure at her so she pulled up as much strength as she could muster and smiled at him, dispelling his uneasiness. 


 “I’ll be okay, I just need to go to class”, Hermione replied, taking deep breaths to calm her erratic beating heart. She hitched her school bag higher up on her shoulder and began walking down the corridor leaving a puzzled Ron behind.



 


*        *          *



 


 “Draco, you’re never around anymore!” the high pitched, nasal voice of Pansy Parkinson whinged, to which Malfoy could only sigh and grit his teeth at their irritating behaviour. “Ever since you got made Head Boy we never see you and you’re always hanging around with that filthy Mudblood Granger!”


 Draco had had enough and with a sharpness of tone, which he could not disguise replied coldly, “That’s because she’s Head Girl and the position isn’t just fun and games Pansy. And in case you haven’t noticed I’m not living in the Slytherin common room anymore”.


 “But we miss you Draco!” she whined, batting her eyelashes in the hope of appeasing him and inciting some affectionate behaviour in the cool Head Boy.


 “Pansy, if you haven’t got anything else to tell me I’d really like to eat my breakfast”, he replied tiredly, making a berth around the black haired Slytherin Prefect and taking a seat further down the Slytherin table. Pansy unfortunately did not take the hint and followed him like a lost puppy, taking a seat next to him. Malfoy sighed to himself but ignored her, pulling out a piece of toast from the rack and began liberally buttering it up, pouring himself a strong coffee in the process. He was really not having the best start to the day. What had started of as waking up cold in bed to find that Granger had already left just went further downhill when he discovered the hot water had run out halfway through the shower and he couldn’t even swear at Granger for using up all the hot water as she had already left. To top things of again, Pansy Parkinson was being extra irritating. If she weren’t a pureblood and friends of the family he wouldn’t pay her half as much deference as he did, but even she was wearing his patience rather thin. 


She continued her whining at Draco, alternating it with telling him in her most condescending tone of all the stupid things other students in the other houses had done or the hexes placed on them by fellow Slytherins, and while he usually would have found listening to her an amusing distraction, this morning he was not in the best of moods and all it done was place Pansy in an even worse light in Draco’s eyes. 


It was the sound of Ron Weasley’s loud voice and angry tone that caught Draco Malfoy’s attention and he quickly jerked up his head and watched as the stupid berk began yelling at Hermione Granger, his voice being loud enough to carry to the other side of the Great Hall where Slytherin sat and roused a few amused and surprised looks from his fellow Slytherins. He watched with interest as Granger cowered slightly under his murderous gaze; for Malfoy any opportunity
to see that know-it-all put in her place was always something he enjoyed seeing.
 
But Draco was starting to understand a little about her character; she had always professed and given off an air that she was superior with a character that was not so easy to read, but he knew better. Hermione Granger, though she acted like she was the image of composure and calmness, had a volatile temper, he had experienced and pushed it to it’s extremes on many occasions, and he could tell from the half-wit Weasley’s shouting that it was bound to make an appearance soon. He relished the chance to watch her snap and turn her fiery temper on others. That was what attracted Draco to Granger. 


He did not have to wait long and Hermione’s temper did not disappoint him as she screamed back to Ron and stormed out of the Great Hall. From what she had screamed at the Weasel he surmised that it was about the letter she had received the night before and reacted so strongly to. 


Pansy Parkinson though would not let him think in peace that morning, for she had also watched the fight with a sharpness of mind that most of the time people did not credit her with. She turned her head around to watch Draco with scrutiny and found the Head Boy watching the scene with calmness. His eyes followed the Head Girl’s exit from the Great Hall and Pansy did not like that at all. 


 “Draco!” she spoke quite sharply, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You do spend too much time with that Mudblood. It’s not for your own good and you know we are all starting to worry about you”. Though the comment was meant to be passed of as a sign of concern, Draco knew too much of Pansy’s character to be able to detect the threat underlying those words. He turned his attention on Pansy, cold steel eyes meeting her stormy dark ones and gave her a curt nod.


 “You are right Pansy, if that were the case then I would definitely not be a good thing, but as it stands whatever time is spent with that Mudblood is done so in the greatest of discomfort on my part. Rest assured, I am not in any danger and if anything she should watch out for me”, his eyes glinted darkly, though his tone remained calm and Pansy allowed a quick smirk before returning to her cereal. 


Draco had grown far too wearisome of her officious character and exited the Great Hall a minute later. He let out a deep breath he hadn’t even realised he had held in once he was out of the Great Hall. Pansy was right; he was getting himself far too involved with that Mudblood, especially after the night before. Something needed to be done, and the first thing on the agenda was emotional distance. 


Draco took another deep breath to calm his torrid inner emotions and began walking down the empty corridor. He spotted the Head Girl and Ron Weasley a few metres ahead of him; surprised he hadn’t noticed that oaf run out after her.

She was currently sobbing into his arms, much like she had done to him the night before. Draco wasn’t quite sure what to do, usually he would say something insulting, break up their private moment, but he needed emotional distance and riling Granger up for his own amusement, was allowing her a little too close for his own comfort. He stood rooted on the spot, watching their private moment and the closeness that the Weasel gave her that he couldn’t and doubted he would ever allow himself to give to someone like her. It was quite surprising for him though when he felt the anger rising up deep within the pit of his stomach and for a moment he wasn’t quite sure where it came from, but one thing was crystal clear. He needed to get away. 


Turning on his heel, Draco stalked away and made his own way back to the Heads common room. During his brisk walk, he came to the conclusion that a plan needed to be formulated. What had happened the night before couldn’t occur again. He had allowed himself a moment of emotional weakness and it resulted in becoming far too emotionally attached in Granger and her concerns.
 
Since when did he care if she was all right, if the letter had caused her pain or that she needed him to comfort her? Was he not insulting her enough for the stupid girl to realise that he was not her Blood Traitor boyfriend? Or had she grown too used to his taunting to be able to see right through him. That thought scared Malfoy more than he realised. For him the mask he continuously wore was of extreme importance. It was so vital to his being that he didn’t even remove it in front of other Slytherins, so if she could see right through him, it was a most unsettling thought. 


So for the rest of the day, Malfoy contented himself with staying as far away from Hermione Granger as possible and not saying a single word to her. If she noticed, she didn’t say a word, and that night he saw very little of her. They did not even have rounds together, so by the time he returned to the common room after doing his rounds in complete boredom, she had either gone to bed or not returned yet for he found the common room both cold and empty. Peeved at being alone and her impassiveness, he went to bed in a sour mood.


 


What he had originally thought would be a simple enough task that he set for himself, turned out to be a lot more difficult than Malfoy had imagined. Staying away from Granger to get some emotional distance seemed so easy on paper, but he had either not taken into account or not realised how attracted he was to the fiery Head Girl with the wild hair and fierce code of morals. He found himself absently missing her company by the third evening, and since she seemed to no longer reside in the Heads common room, preferring her Gryffindor common room and the close company of her Gryffindor friends, he found himself spending more time with his fellow Slytherins, which Pansy seemed quite delighted by. She had turned her full attention on him and by the fourth day he was shrewdly keeping his distance from her, for she seemed to have decided to try and rekindle their former relationship, and Malfoy was in no mood to humour her. There was nothing that attracted Draco to her, her hair was sleek and black, her eyes though dark, held no passionate emotions and he found her voice too irritating and her mind empty of all intelligent thought. What was even stranger was he found himself comparing her on more than one occasion, while in the Slytherin common room surrounded by his Slytherin cronies and other hangers-on, to the Head Girl Hermione Granger, but then he supposed to his alarmed mind that was because of the amount of time he spent with the girl. If it weren’t for her blood status, he would find her an almost ideal female and himself in quite a lot of danger of falling hard for her and although she did not possess a mind as composed as him own, he rather liked her passion and fiery nature. He felt he was secure enough for the time being. 


Though he did soon tire of the Slytherin company and wished for more intelligent or amusing company, but Hermione had now been avoiding him and the Heads common room for a week. He did see that she still slept in her own bed, but she was always gone so early and often that she might as well not have lived there at all. Those rare occasions when they were in each other’s company, when they were either on rounds together, planning a Prefect and Heads meeting or even less when they were both on the Heads common room together at the same time, he found himself slipping up in his plan on more than one occasion. 


 What had started of five days after the letter arrived with Draco asking her gruffly, whether there was any better news from home so she could stop crying so often was met with an emotionless no after a particularly stressful Prefect meeting, soon turned into an awkward pat on the shoulder when she burst into tears during one of their rounds. Malfoy would not allow himself to hug her, but during that rather strange night, when she had obviously not received good news from home, she had thrown herself on him and he found himself not having the heart to push her off. To an outsider it would have looked incredibly amusing, Hermione Granger crying her heart out on Malfoy’s chest and he standing there awkwardly and rigidly with a definite look of fear and uneasiness in his stormy grey eyes, arms handing limply at his sides. 


Later that night, while in his bed he silently cursed himself for that moment of weakness and told himself rather scornfully that he would be better next time.


It was nine days after the arrival of the letter than he found his new strategy of emotional distance put to its hardest test. They had just had another Prefect meeting on the fourth floor, after Hermione Granger insisted that they strategise and hand out new security plans for the next Hogsmeade trip, calling all Prefects together to inform them that they were to supervise security in the wake of the increased attacks occurring in the Wizarding World. 


While the Head Girl had been talking and handing out schedules for the Hogsmeade trip, she had been more sullen and held back than was usual and Malfoy with his keen eyes had instantly observed the change in demeanour, even for the last week, he realised, it was worse than usual. She had held herself together for the entire meeting though and while she collected all her sheets of parchment Draco went on ahead, fearing she might run to him for comfort, and worse that he would let her. Pansy Parkinson, whose attention towards him was becoming decidedly worse, followed him out the door, walking close by his side.


 “Draco, will you take me to Hogsmeade next weekend”, she declared, batting her eyelashes in the hope of swaying him to say yes.


 “Pansy, surely you can take yourself to Hogsmeade. You don’t need me to show you the way”, he replied, his tone impassive, though there was an edge to which he spoke.


 “Yes, but you can take me to Madam Puddifoot’s. You know it’s closing down and I really want to go there one last time before it’s gone!” was her whined reply. 


 Draco rolled his eyes and added, “Yes I can see why it’s closing down. You know I can’t stand that place Pansy. Go with the girls, they’ll make you happier than I will!”


 “Oh you’re no fun Draco!” came her fast reply. She stopped talking for a moment, then suddenly turned to face him, her eyes gleaming. 


 “You know what we haven’t done in a while”, she purred, grabbing his collar and sucking onto his neck. Draco rolled his eyes and gently pushed her away. She had neither the skill nor the delicacy that Granger had and Malfoy wasn’t in the mood for the attention or her attempts at seducing him. Pansy just wasn’t appealing anymore. 


Pansy seemed a bit shocked that he had outright refused her advances and just stared at him for a moment before giving him a murderous glare and stalking away. Draco let out a sigh of relief and turned around to find Hermione Granger standing behind him, an unreadable expression on her face, watching his exchange with Pansy.


Hermione quickly glanced down at her feet and spun on her heel, it was obvious form Draco’s perspective that she had wished she had never stopped and watched them. Confused slightly why she would act so shy and demure, he quickly darted after her. Honestly he didn’t quite understand why his feet felt the need to go after her, but his long strides quickly caught up with her. 


 “Granger”, he called out, quickly shutting his mouth after he called out to her, a little shocked that he actually spoke.


 “Don’t Malfoy”, she whispered, having stopped, but she didn’t turn around. “Don’t do your usual snide comments because I can’t do this right now”.


 Her voice felt so small and fragile, Draco wasn’t quite sure how to take this new Hermione Granger. They were on new ground and Draco wasn’t quite sure how he was meant to act towards her, so he done the only thing that he was ever taught. He may not have been very good with his emotions, but he was an expert at pushing them away.


 “For fuck’s sake Granger, pull yourself together and don’t be such a weak and pathetic girl!” he growled, his defences immediately up. It was easier to deal with Hermione this way, and he knew that the last thing he wanted to do was have her upset, but he couldn’t deal with an upset Hermione, he didn’t know what to do and it threw their whole dynamics into such chaos, Draco done only one thing and that was lash out at her in the hopes of restoring the normal order of things for them. 


 Hermione whirled around and fixed him with a murderous glare to which Malfoy couldn’t help but smirk. He had had Pansy give him the exact same type of glare only a few minutes ago.


 “Is that all you can do Granger?” he taunted, knowing he hit the mark, when her face reddened considerably and her hands clenched into fists.


 “I dare you to hit me, you know you want to Granger. The dirty blood coursing through your veins is just itching to lash out at me. Isn’t that all what dirty Mudbloods can do?” The smirk was more pronounced than before and it did not phase him in the slightest that Hermione Granger was stalking towards him, her breathing erratic, though her pacing gave of an air of calmness.


 “You’re nothing but a dirty Mudblood and that’s all you will ever be-”


 “You bastard!”


 Draco never quite managed to finish that sentence as Hermione had lashed out and punched him square across the face, her eyes glinting dangerously. She launched herself at him once again, only this time slapping every square inch of him that she could reach. Draco quickly threw up his hands to protect himself from the out-of-control Head Girl, but it did not stop her, instead she focussed on beating as much of his chest as she could. He finally had to resort to drastic action and grabbed her arms, clamping them down at her side as he held the shaking and squirming Hermione Granger until she would finally calm down. His arms and chest were sore, his nose was bleeding and he knew he would soon get a black eye if he didn’t solve it with a spell, but Draco held Hermione tightly until she stopped trying to free herself. She sagged against his chest, deflated and spent, though the shaking did not subside and it took him a few minutes to realise that she was crying. He released her arms as his own wound themselves around her waist and he could distinctly hear her muffled sobbing.


 “I hate you!” she sobbed into his chest and he held her tighter to him in reply. 


 “It’s alright Granger”, he replied in the most soothing voice he could muster, rubbing her back in small circles, but she would not stop shaking.


 “Rosie’s missing, presumed dead and all you can do is tell me how filthy I am. You’re disgusting and I hate you Malfoy”, she sobbed, though the venom in her voice had disappeared somewhat, only to be replaced by despair and hopelessness. “I hate you because you don’t even realise how important she is to me. She was my second mum, she raised me and cared for me and never did she ever judge me. Rosie had always said that I was special, more special than the rest and I don’t know what I would do if she never came back again, if she was dead…”


 Draco didn’t know what he could say to her after her admission. They were in foreign territory. It was at this moment he realised what she was to him, she was like poison, infesting his very soul, polluting his thoughts and body and yet he craved her more. He knew he needed that proverbial antidote or he would be doomed, but he could not do it. He could not hurt her anymore, especially after she felt to wretched already and he hated himself for his weakness. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her close to him. Draco Malfoy knew he was doomed, but somehow for that moment he didn’t care. 




A/N: Well guys, there you go. Sorry for the delay there. I have about five different versions for tis chapter banner and I was having real problems with creating the perfect chapter banner, but I'm finally satisfied enough and so I could post this chapter, but considering it's only like 5 days since I posted the last chapter, you guys can't be too mad at me. 

Now about this chapter. God it was both difficult and really fun to write. From Hermione's perspective was difficult and I was having real problems trying to come up with a good reason for Ron being mad at her and deciding to confront her, so if it feels a little jagged within the story, I'm sorry, but it was the best that I could come up with. As for Malfoy's perspective and I hoped I was obvious enough with the fact that three quarter of the story was from his perspective (I really hate those fics where they have like "Start of Draco's POV" and "End of Draco's POV", because as if it isn't blatantly obvious enough I also think your story shouldn't read like a transcript for a tv show). That was so much fun to write and I got a real kick out of delving into Malfoy's psyche. I've never really done it to such a depth in this story and the more I write about him the more fascinated I am by his character. I do think he has one of the most complex characters in JK Rowling's world. I mean he's not just evil or a womaniser or even devoid of emotions as most would paint him. There's so much more so I hope I gave enough of an idea to how complex his mind is. 
Otherwise Draco's and Hermione's relationship is evolving. Unfortunately if you're looking for a story where they now fall madly in love and everything resolves itself, you're reading the wrong story. I've got plenty more lined up and it's gonna get complicated!

So now I can only ask/beg that you please review and the next chapter should be up soon. I've already got the idea for the next chapter banner so half the battle is over. YAY!
P.S. The next chapter is gonna get real exciting and you'll find out more on Hermione's aunt. She will prove to be more significant so give her a chance. 

Peace out, or something like that (lol)!
Agrolass.

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