Hermione couldn't help but think it slightly ironic how she was the one who had wanted to get revenge on Ron, but now he was the one trying to get revenge on her.

She leaned into Draco, shoulders brushing, hands tightening momentarily as though they were both reassuring each other they were not alone. Hermione's available hand was running through the alphabet in sign language, which Sydney was finally starting to teach her, Ginny, and Luna.

They sat outside, starring out at the lake together, but not really seeing it; both wizard and witch were lost in thought.

"School will be out in a month," Draco commented, "We will be done with Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded, yes, in a month they would leave the safe haven of Hogwarts and face an even scarier world.

"You don't have to come Mione," Draco added.

Hermione sighed, "You really must stop saying that Draco, of course I'm coming."

"Like I said, my mother is one of the kinder purebloods, and even she will most likely not be kind to you at first," Draco said, "And I will not be able to defend you as I will want to do."

Hermione sighed; she didn't really want to go to Malfoy manner for the summer, as she was invited to do via a letter Draco had gotten from his mother.

Someone had informed her that Draco was dating a muggleborn, and Mrs. Malfoy was very interested to meet her son's new girlfriend. In other words, see just why in the world he was dating someone of such blood status.

Of course, Hermione was allowed to invite some friends, for Mrs. Malfoy intended for Hermione to stay the entire summer and wished for Hermione to have some friends. Wasn't that kind of her?
Hermione didn't want any of her friends to be subject to the pureblood society Hermione was going to be thrust into. Heck, Hermione didn't want to be subject to the pureblood society! But it could not be helped, for if she wished to continue dating Draco, they would have to go through proper courting, or so Mrs. Malfoy said.

"I'm going to kill them," Draco growled.

Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, and told him, "No, you know that I get first dibs."

They both knew who had sent the letter. It had been none other than John and Ron, and neither had even tried to deny it! Actually they had both told them.

"So," John drawled to Draco, seeing the older Slytherin clutching a letter in his hand, face tense, "Get a letter from your mommy did you? Don't like what it says?"

Draco slowly turned to the young American, cold fury in his eyes, and he questioned in a deadly tone, "You didn't have anything to do with this now would you runt?"

John didn't even bristle – much – at the slight, he only smirked, and answered in a sarcastic tone, "Me? Now why would I want to do that?"

"I will kill you," Draco seethed, hand creeping to his wand.

"Uh, uh, uh," John clucked, "Why do that? It wasn't even my idea, though I wish it were. As you people are so fond of saying, it was bloody brilliant."

Draco's wand was now out in a flash, pressed up against the younger boy's throat and he hissed, "If you don't tell me who it was Cal, I will not hold back."

"You mean you don't know?"
Draco was getting bloody annoyed that this boy kept answering him with questions.

John continued, "It was that Ron Weasely, you can even ask him if you want. Or, just look over at him right now."

John pointed at the Gryffindor table, and Draco followed it to see Ron giving him a smug smile, and Draco knew that he had never hated the Weasel more than he did in that moment.

"Anyways Draco," Hermione said, bringing Draco out of his flashback, "I will be alright."

He ran his hand through his hair, "So you say, but you don't know how cruel they can be Hermione. The way I treated you when I was a child was just, well, child's play in comparison to how the act. The only way to survive is to act like them. I don't want you to have do that."

Draco cursed, "If only I had been able to tell Mother on my own time you might not have had to go through this!"

Hermione picked up her head so as to kiss his cheek and told him, "I would have had to face Pureblood society eventually Draco, it was inevitable. Though I admit, I had hoped to do so later. Besides, I will have you, and once we are done with those people we can run off somewhere! Maybe America? We could stay with Sydney and Dax for a while."

Draco gave a small smile at her thoughts, "Maybe Mione…maybe. Speaking of which, are you going to ask any of your friends to come? I know it will be a comfort to have people that you know don't wish you harm."

Hermione flinched at thought, "I don't think so, because if it's as bad as you say it is then I don't want to have them endure such horrible treatment."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if they knew if would help you," Draco told her, hoping that she would change her mind and invite her friends. He didn't want her to become overwhelmed with the new world she was about to be plunged into.

"Draco," Hermione said in a stern tone.

He sighed, "I'm just trying to give you a little extra help for what you will have to go through. Please, just think about it. Alright?"

She looked up at him, seeing the concern in his eyes, and she gave a little smile, "If you are so adamant about it then I will at the very least think about it. But don't expect me to change my mind."

Draco nodded, accepting this, and the two fell bad into silence for a while. Both wishing that summer wasn't so close.

Draco couldn't help but tell her again, "Really, I'm going to kill them."

Author's note: So, how'd you like it? I'm really excited about this, and hope you are too.

Just to make sure everyone is clear with what's going on I'll sum it up.

Ron and John wrote a letter to Mrs. Malfoy, informing her that Draco was dating a muggleborn. So, she writes a letter, telling Draco that he is to bring Hermione to Malfoy manner that summer so they may properly court each other, and Hermione may be introduced to Pureblood society. Draco and Hermione are, obviously, not happy about this. That's all I can think of, any questions, just ask.

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