The Seven and The Hidden Child

Chapter 5

"Mate, we've been looking for hours and nothing," Draco reasoned as they went down another street in Diagon Alley. "I say take a break."

"I just need something to clear my mind," Blaise insisted.

Draco sighed in frustration and looked to his left. "How about we run into some old friends?"

"What friends?" Blaise snorted at his own joke.

"Look, Weaslette is sitting in there with a couple guys and some chick." Draco pointed to the cafe. "Go in and clear your mind with our favorite game. Weasel Hunting."

"Fine. I'll give it a go," He sighed.

Blaise pulled open the door and entered with Draco, both looking like they owned the place. It was half true considering Lucius had bought the cafe and just let them run business as usual. Sam gave them a friendly smile before returning to her work. She knew they were the owners son and friend, therefore she didn't dare approach them.

The two went over to Ginny's table smirking.

"Well if it isn't Weaslette," Draco drawled out.

The two girls at the table groaned while the boys shared a look of confusion. Blaise smiled a little. This was what he needed. A distraction from his worries over finding Maya.

"Hello Malfoy, Zabini," She replied in a sickly sweet tone.

"Who've you got here? Finally found a boyfriend other than the Saint Potter," Blaise smirked.

"No," She said flushing slightly. "This is Hunter Granger and Jack Fisher. And you already know Hermione."

"Granger?" Both boys exclaimed taking a double look at her.

"What happened to you?" Draco asked.

"I felt like a change," She replied, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Since when do you have a brother?" Blaise questioned going a different route.

"Since I was three," Hermione replied casually hoping for no arguments.

Thankfully Hunter and Jack kept their mouths shut. The girls had this, so, they didn't try to interfere and mess up any wicked comebacks. They'd heard of Hermione and Draco's intelligent arguments before but had never witnessed one in person. Both were secretly excited for it to come.

"Jack Fisher. Never heard of you. Muggleborn?" Draco asked with a slight grimace.

"Jack's a muggle," Hermione replied venomously, glaring daggers at the blonde.

"You brought a muggle into Diagon Alley? Didn't think even you could reach that low, Granger," Draco smirked, sneering down at her slightly.

"Didn't think you could reach so low as to watch your own classmate be tortured in your home," Hermione replied, purposefully flashing the scar on her neck so he could see.

"Sucks when you have a psychopathic aunt, doesn't it?" Draco asked glaring just as coldly.

"Why it must," Hermione answered before smiling. "But at least even a psychopath could help remind you of the ferret you are. Maybe Mad-eye would too! Should I call him back from the dead for you?"

Both Blaise and Ginny turned their heads to silently laugh without being caught. Hermione smirked in triumphant when even Jack and Hunter stiffled laughter.

"That wouldn't be necessary, Granger. The most that crackpot would do is help you discover your inner beaver. Maybe turn you into one to," Draco replied casually although his eyes were wishing death upon the brunette.

Blaise raised his hands and put them over his mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Hermione could've sworn she saw a flash of silver on his hand. It was gone just as quick as it came, so she disregarded it and focused on her comeback.

"Wow, you really are second best aren't you? Must suck coming second from someone with muggle parents," Hermione smoked sweetly, faltering slightly when she realized her parents weren't muggles at all.

Draco glared harshly at her. "That I am. Always second best to the muggleborn, Hermione Granger. I'd like to personally thank you for all the cruciatus' I endeared because of that."

"Why you are very welcome, Malfoy. Maybe those could have given you a taste of what it was like to have dozens on you in a row with only enough time in between each to ask where a damn sword was," She hissed back icily.

Draco exhaled sharply. "I don't think so. See unlike some, I don't deserve that type of pain."

"I don't think anyone does really. Why would someone?" Hermione asked daring him to saw those few words that would set the small flicker inside her into a raging fire.

"Because unlike some, I don't have dirty blood," He sneered quietly.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and became freezing cold as she glared at the blonde. "Dirty? Really Malfoy, my blood is dirty? Did you see any dirt in it when it was spilling across your drawing room floor? Did you see any dirt in it when that bitch of an aunt you had held the knife to my throat. Tell me, where was the dirt?" She whispered, having stood up so she was only a foot shorter.

"Its not the color of the blood that's dirty. Its the mind of the blood. Its the magic in the blood that shouldn't exist," He replied back.

"My blood is no different from yours, Malfoy. Just because your parents were already wizards doesn't make you any better than me. Tell me, are you better than me? If I dueled you right now, who would win, Malfoy? I can tell you now; that duel would go on for hours, but in the end I would win. I'd keep fighting until I come out on top and finally show everyone, finally show your arrogant, narcisstic self that muggleborns aren't weak. That muggleborns aren't different from anyone all because of their parents," She whispered dangerously quiet. It pained her slightly when she constantly referred to her parents as muggles.

By now their faces were a mere inch apart as the quietly fumed, staring each other in the eye. Each silently daring for the other to back down. Ginny and Blaise kept looking at each other, both knowing they may have to step in if things got out of hand.

Draco grabbed her wrist and held it up. He used his wand to cut a small slit in her wrist. A stream of red blood began running down her arm. He did the same with his own and he'll them next to each other.

"Its not the color if the blood that makes it dirty. Its the beliefs behind it. The beliefs of how things work. All muggleborns think they're superior to us because they know about the muggle world. That's what makes it so dirty. You all come in thinking you're all great and take us down. Its not the color, Granger, its the dirty tricks they play," He whispered so quietly only the she and the others within close proximity could here.

He dropped her hand and took a step back. "Don't forget about that the next time you think of comparing your brilliance to someone else's."

He stalked out of the cafe and down the road. Blaise stood there awkwardly before clearing his throat. He wrunged his hands together looking around nervously.

"Well uh, I'm gonna go find him before he blows something up so, yeah," He muttered before all but sprinting from the cafe.

"What . . . just happened," Hermione asked releasing a shaky breath and sitting back down.