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Chapter 14: The Funeral

Draco reluctantly pulled away from Hermione gasping for air. Smiling down at her flushed face her gently stroked a loose stand of hair behind her cheek. "Still think I'm intolerable?" he whispered as he slowly ghosted kisses down her neck. He smiled as she shivered under his touch. Letting out as soft moan she replied, "intolerable as ever," then captured his lips once again. Then suddenly she stopped. "What's wrong?" Asked Draco as he began to trace her jawline with his finger while he stared into her eyes. "Nothing...it's just that I don't kiss on first dates," said Hermione now avoiding his eyes.

"So this is a date now?" Said Draco looking down at her bemused.

"No... I'm just not used to moving so fast," said Hermione blushing as she met his eyes again.

"If I do recall correctly you're the one who kissed me," said Draco smiling as he noticed her swollen lips.

"Well, you don't get another one till you take me on a real date," said Hermione smiling up at him teasingly.

"Infuriating as ever..."said Draco as he kissed her on the cheek, then he whispered into her ear "We'll see who caves first."

"Fred...it seems like our dearest sister is in need of assistance," said George as he entered the office at the back of their store.

"Well, if it's love potions tell her she can't have any," said Fred as he looked up at his twin.

"Oh this is something more dire indeed, according to her ickle Ronnykins is a gormless arsemonger.. to put it nicely," said George smirking.

"Well dear Ginny has always had a way with words. Did she say what exactly the prat has done this time?" Asked Fred with interest.

"Oh with great detail dear brother," said George revealing the lengthy letter. "But I'd have to say the highlight is dearest Ronald getting together with Parkinson for a revenge shag."

"No!"Exclaimed Fred in shock. "I think we should disown that tosser!"

"Ah, but not before we have some fun with him," said George with a mischievous grin.

"Who do you think I am? Percy? What do you say we give our new line a test run...?"

"I was thinking the exact same thing Fred."

The twins smiled evilly as they began preparing a prank package for Ginny. Their only regret was not being there to see his face.

"Mr. Weasley, to say I am disappointed would be an understatement," said Mcgonagal sternly as Ron entered the room, "you are a Gryffindor prefect and that comes with responsibility!" Ron glared up at her sheepishly and then took a seat while he waited for his punishment. Moments later Pansy flounced in, "Professor," she said as she perched on top of Mcgonagal's desk.

"Ms. Parkinson, I shall have to ask you to take a proper seat," said Mcgonagal trying to keep her voice calm. Pansy glared at her but knew better than to anger the professor further. Once Pansy had settled her self in next to Ron, Mcgonagal began a lengthy lecture about their responsibility to the school and their houses. How they were supposed to be role models at which point she took 50 points from their respective houses much to their dismay. However they immediately quieted down when they saw the look on her face. "In conclusion, unless you prove to me over the next week that you deserve to be prefects I will have both of your badges taken away." They both stared at her in shock mouths agape. "Now once you close your mouths, you can meet Mr. Filch on the fourth floor, male's bathroom where you will be cleaning without magic, now hand over your wands," said Mcgonagal as she held out her hand. Reluctantly they both handed over their wands and exited the room.

"Ready to get down and dirty Weasley," said Pansy as stroked his chest.

"Stay away from me you inbred whore," said Ron as he pushed away her hand and started to walk faster.

"My, my Weasley I should wash your mouth,"

"Like I would ever let you close enough to do that,"

"Didn't stop you last night,"

"It was all part of your stupid little revenge plan, I was just playing my part, I guess a little too well if even you believed it," said Ron angrily as he glared down at her. He saw a momentary flicker of pain, before she captured his lips and shoved him roughly into the wall. Ron taken completely by surprise allowed her to kiss him. However before he could even register how he was feeling he was dowsed in a bucket of icy cold water. Shocked he jumped back to see and angry filch glaring at the pair of them.

"You can start by mopping up this hallway," Said Filch as he shoved cleaning supplies at them. "Then, you can start on the bathroom, I'll be back in an hour and if I catch you two doing anything other than cleaning... well lets just say you don't want to know," said Filch as he turned around and grinned evilly, already plotting of ways to torture the two trouble makers.

"Evening Narcissa," said Jean as she entered her room. "Ah Jean dear, so lovely to see you again," Said Narcissa as she came out from the closet. "What should I wear tonight? This or this?" She asked as she held up two very elegant dresses for Jean to compare.

"Definitely the blue one, brings out your eyes. But what are you dressing up for?"

"Oh I've decided to go surprise Lucius, and steal him away from his business." Said Narcissa as she smiled triumphantly. Jean smiled nervously as she panicked for away to stall the witch.

"But Dumbledore has just owled! He has requested to see you this evening, it is an urgent matter something he couldn't write down." Said Jean trying to remain calm.

"And what would that kooky old man want with me?"

"I haven't the slightest idea hun, but maybe you should stay to hear him out, after that you can go surprise your husband, alright?"

"I guess Lucius can wait a couple more hours."

"I'll owl him immediately then," said Jean as she rushed out of the door and ran to the grande fireplace. Grabbing a handful of floo powder she threw it in the flames then when they turned green she threw her head in as well and yelled "Dumbledore's office." Coughing and spluttering she opened her eyes swivelling her head around she looked around for the headmaster. "Albus," she called out hopefully. "Albus?"

"Well this is most unusual Jean, what can I do for you?" said Albus as he walked towards the fireplace.

"You need to come here immediately Narcissa is going to leave," she said now panicking.

"I thought you said you could break her," Albus questioned.

"I need more time, but now it seems we are going to have to come up with a plan B, I told here you had to speak with her urgently and if you don't come soon I fear she'll leave anyways."

"Of course Jean, I will be there shortly, please wait for me in the kitchens."

"Thank you sir," said Jean as she withdrew her head.

"Arrrrggg!" Exclaimed Ron as a soapy sponge collided with his face. He spun around to see Pansy giggling guiltily. He immediately retaliated by throwing the filthy rag he had been using to clean the toilets. It hit her squarely in the chest leaving an ugly stain on her shirt.

"How dare you! This the finest silk from france!" Pansy exclaimed as she examined her shirt. Then she picked up a bucket full of soapy water and dunked it over his head. Ron stumbled blindly forward and then slipped on the wet floor falling with a loud thump on his back. Pansy advanced on him smirking with a bar of soap on her hand. Ron ripped the bucket off his head and groaned in pain. Pansy smiled and straddled him. "So Weasley.. you have a choice to make, either I wash your filthy mouth out with soap or with my tongue," said Pansy as she ran the soap across his cheek.

"How about I choose neither," said Ron as he tried to push her off.

"Nope, I won't let you go until you choose," said Pansy as she leaned in closer, "Me, or the soap?"

"So why would you even want to hook up with a blood traitor," asked Ron suspiciously.

"I love to live on the wild side," whispered Pansy into his ear as she nibbled on his earlobe. Slowly Ron turned his head, "Well I guess if I really must make a choice... I choose the soap." Pansy sat up angrily, "You honestly rather have your mouth washed out with soap than kiss me!?" It was Ron's turn to smirk. Sitting up he looked at her. "Well, I'm waiting," said Ron challenging her. Pansy pushed him back down and began to kiss him, only this time he didn't push her away.

"I thought I made myself very clear, you will meet me back here tomorrow at seven and next time you will be supervised," said Filch as he barged in.

"Mr. Filch I didn't know you were so naughty," said Pansy with a snigger.

"I.. tha... that's not what..what I meant Ms. Parkinson," said Filch flushing, "and 50 points from Slytherin for implying such a thing. Pansy glared up at him angrily.

"So are we dismissed, after all we don't want to be caught out after hours," said Pansy.

"Yes, yes leave already," said Filch glaring at them with his beet red face. Pansy and Ron didn't need telling twice.

Dumbledore brushed the soot off his robes as he entered the dining room, he was greeted by Bobbins who kept up a steady chatter on the way to the kitchen.

"Jean," he said as he gave the house elf a nod of dismissal.

"Sir, I'm so sorry it had to be this way,"

"Not to worry, you said we can trust her."

"Yes, she never wanted to be a death eater."

"Maybe we can use that," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "Come," Said Dumbledore as he began walking towards Narcissa's room, Jean following closely behind him. Knocking on the door Jean said, "Narcissa dear, Dumbledore is here to see you."

"Come in, Come in," said Narcissa cheerfully. Dumbledore entered with Jean along side him. "What is it you wanted to speak to me about? I'm about to pop off to surprise my husband," she said eyes sparkling.

"That is exactly what I wanted to speak with you about. What I am about to tell you might be a bit of a shock." Narcissa eyed him curiously but gestured for him to continue.

"Your husband Lucius, he did leave your honeymoon for business, but not the kind you thought," said Dumbledore pausing for effect.

"What are you talking about," said Narcissa looking worried.

"I think you already know Narcissa," said Dumbledore as he studied her carefully.

"What are you implying," she said in denial.

"Lucius is working for Voldemort, he has become a death eater." Narcissa looked at him with a mixture of shock and pain.

"No..No you must be mistaken."

"I know this is hard to believe Narcissa, but it's the truth." Said Dumbledore.

"Well then why don't I go and ask him myself?" She said stubbornly.

"That might be tough, do you know what year it is?"

"Is this some sort of trick Dumbledore?" she asked confused.

"It's 2012, Narcissa,"

"This isn't funny Dumbledore, Jean tell me the truth." Narcissa demanded.

"Dumbledore is telling the truth Narcissa, if you let us explain..."

"Explain what? This sick joke?"

"It's not a joke," said Jean sincerely.

"Oh god you are telling the truth aren't you? What happened to me?"

"Your husband, did this to you." Said Dumbledore sadly, "and when he tried to oblivate you something went terribly wrong."

"I think I need a drink," said Narcissa noticeably paling.

"I'll grab you one straight away," said Jean as she got up.

"What happened to the last twenty years of my life?" Narcissa asked shakily.

"The truth?"


"The memories are gone and you may never get them back.." said Dumbledore sombrely.

"What kind of person was I?"

"Good morning," said Hermione smiling as Draco came down the staircase.

"Why hello there beautiful," said Draco as he made to kiss her.

"uh uh uh, you've got to earn it remember," she said smiling as she gently shoved him away. Draco pouted at her. "Puppy dog eyes won't work on me," she said smiling.

"Shall we go eat?" She asked as she grabbed her bag.

"Will it be a date?"

"Nope just regular old breakfast, me at my table, and you at yours."

"But thats no fun,"

"And neither are you," Hermione said teasingly, "I'll see you in class where we'll have lots of fun writing notes..taking tests."

"Only you would call that fun," said Draco grumpily.

"Well aren't you in a good mood today," said Blaise as Draco sat down beside him. "So give me the details..."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," said Draco smirking.

"Since when have you been a gentleman?"

"I have always been a gentleman," said Draco offended.

"Yeah...Yeah, so did you kiss her?"Asked Blaise impatiently, but Draco's smile was answer enough.

"Ha I knew it!" Exclaimed Blaise as he triumphantly patted his friend on the back.

"Good for you," said Draco annoyed.

"So are the two of you an item?"

"We haven't exactly had that discussion yet.."

"Oh too busy snogging?"

"Like I said a gentleman never kisses and tells," said Draco smirking.

"I never saw Granger as a first date kisser, must have taken a lot coaxing,"

"She's the one who kissed me first."

"Oh, so you finally admit it," said Blaise smiling.

"Oops..." said Draco with not the slightest trace of guilt.

"You sly dog..."

"What are you hiding...?" Ginny demanded as Hermione sat down.

"Excuse me?" said Hermione with a smile.

"Oh you heard me perfectly fine."

"Well it's news that should be revealed away from curious ears..." said Hermione smirking. Ginny stared at her for a second and then everything clicked.

"Oh wow, and I didn't even have to play match maker," said Ginny smiling.

"Gin!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh you are going to give me all the details later!" Said Ginny as she smiled knowingly.

Hermione just smiled and nodded at the red head.

Hermione smiled as she sat down in her charms class eagerly waiting for Draco to arrive. She looked up when she heard someone enter, but to her dismay it was Professor Mcgonagal. Curiously she looked at the professor, wondering why she was in Flitwick's classroom.

"Ah Ms. Granger, Dumbledore wants to see you,"


"Yes, and I suggest you bring your suitcase."

"Yes Professor," said Hermione as she gulped and stood up shakily. Mcgonagal smiled sadly at her and patted her on the back reassuringly. Hermione nodded at the professor and began walking back to her dorm. Quickly she packed up her things and changed into muggle clothes. Walking briskly she tried to avoid all the curious stares of the students heading for class. Taking deep breaths she managed to keep her head held high until she reached the gargoyles.

"Reese's pieces." she said with a small smile for the headmaster's love of muggle candies. The gargoyle nodded to her and then stepped aside. Slowly she climbed the revolving staircase and knocked on the door.

"Come in Ms. Granger," rang the headmaster's voice. Hermione entered and saw Dumbledore sitting with a woman she had never met before.

"Hermione!" She exclaimed as she ran towards her with tears in her eyes. Hermione stood there shocked unsure of what to do as the woman enveloped her in a hug. The woman withdrew and exclaimed "Oh honey it's so good to see you!" Hermione stared at the woman baffled.

"It's me, your mother, umm Dumbledore gave me polyjuice potion,"

"What was the last thing you said to me before you passed out?"

"Find love, find what makes you happy and never let it go no matter what," said Jean with a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Mom," exclaimed Hermione as she hugged her close. Dumbledore smiled as he watched their little reunion. Clearing his throat he beckoned both of the women to sit down. Smiling at each other they both took a seat.

"Jean will be posing as a marshall today, and three other order members will be on scene, also disguised with polyjuice potion. When the service is finished you will return to your aunt's house which has increased protection and will be guarded by the same members."

The women nodded as they tried to hold back their tears. "Then the both of you will spend the remainder of the weekend in the Bonham building, you deserve some quality time together." At this he received two small smiles.

"Thank you," said Jean.

"Not at all, especially after all you've done for the order Mrs. Granger." Hermione looked at her mother curiously but decided now was not the place.

"Now, I think there is somewhere you need to be," said Dumbledore as he placed an old boot down on the table. Jean looked at the professor as if he was insane. "It's a portkey mom, another way we travel," said Hermione as she placed a hand on the boot. Jean looked at her curiously then followed her example. As she placed her hand over top Hermione's the boot began to glow bright blue then with a jerking sensation Hermione and Jean were whisked away.

Hermione landed on her feet, but Jean unused to this form of travel fell squarely on her butt. Hermione giggled as she extended her hand.

"I'm new to this okay?" She said smiling up at her daughter as she took her hand.

"Okay, I'll give you that," said Hermione as she hugged her mom again, "I'm so glad to see you!"

"Me too baby, me too."

"So what's your undercover name? Dumbledore failed to mention that before we left."

"Catherine Smith."

"So American of you."

"Trust me I didn't choose it," said Jean as she threw her arm around Hermione's shoulder. Hermione gave a small smile and together they began walking towards the church.

They entered the church, where Hermione was solemnly greeted by family and friends.

"Ms. Granger, I am sorry for your loss, who is your friend?" Asked the priest

"Mrs. Smith, uh...father?" Said Hermione unsure. She had never been religious and she had only ever set foot into a church once before. She wondered why her father's service was hadn't been held in the family home but then she remembered it was her aunt who had organized it.

She stood at the door her mother and aunt at her side while they received condolences from friends, family and strangers. Eventually they were allowed to head to their seats as the service started. The priest cleared his throat and then began a scripted speech about life and death. He continued to say that Garry has a loving father and an excellent father, a family man through and through. When he finished his speech he asked Hermione if she would like to speak on her father's behalf. Nodding she stood up slowly, took a deep breath and then walked to the podium.

"I could say my father was an excellent man, but I am sure all of you here already knew that. He lived his life giving back to others, and he taught me to do the same. He taught me that everybody deserves a second, sometimes even third and fourth chance. He taught me to always be a better person, to talk insults with a grain of salt and most importantly he taught me to be myself, to love who I was and to find happiness in my individuality. And though he is no longer with us, we can still learn his lessons. We can learn from his example and become better people. If even just one person took away from today that it is okay to be their selves my father would feel his job was done. He was just that kind of person, every smile he received was worth more than anything of monetary value. And if his wife could be here today," said Hermione pausing to look at her mother, "I think she would like to say how dearly she loved him, how she cherished every smile, every laugh and every moment, because she told me that life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but the number of moments that take our breaths away. So yes I will miss my father dearly, but I am happy to know that he is up there somewhere looking out for me, and because of that I try and do something every day that makes me smile, because I know it would make him smile too," Said Hermione with silent tears running down her face. Taking another deep breath she left the podium and returned to her seat. "That was beautiful Hermione," Jean whispered to her daughter as she sat down. "Thank you." Hermione smiled and squeezed her mother's hand.

Narcissa stood starring at herself in the mirror. Wondering how her life could have gone so drastically wrong. She was angry at Lucius for treating her so horribly, and absolutely furious at him for taking away her memories. She could remember nothing of her son, all she had to go on was a brief memory Dumbledore had given her of him. The boy looked shockingly like Lucius, but his mannerisms were different, maybe she hadn't done everything wrong. She was almost glad she couldn't remember the kind of person she had been, but now that she knew she had no idea what she was supposed to do with her life now. In one evening she had gone from being a naive newly wed, to a lost middle aged mother forced to choose a side in Voldemort's blood war. The only thing she knew for sure was she wanted to meet her son, she prayed all he shared with his father was his looks. She jumped as she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said softly.

"Ah Narcissa, good to see you are up. I wanted to check on you after what you went through last night," said Lalan as she entered the room.

"So I'm guessing you're not a maid,"

"No, I am a healer."

"Well I'm fine, thank you for checking up on me though." Said Narcissa as she turned to face Lalan.

"You don't have to lie to me Narcissa, I don't think anybody would be fine after finding that out."

"I have a lot of decisions to make that is all, do you know when Dumbledore will be back?"

"I'm assuming he will be here tomorrow to check on Jean."

"What happened to her?"

"It's her husband's funeral today."

"Oh my god, that's terrible, she's been such a good friend to me that I keep forgetting that her life is also full of hardships and disappointments."

"Don't worry I don't think she expects you to,"

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Why don't you come and help me prepare her room, her daughter will be also for the weekend."

"Hermione? I would love to meet her, she sounds like an extraordinary girl, I only hope my son can find someone like her someday."

"I am sure he will Narcissa,"

Hermione was glad when her alarm clock went off the next morning, the stay with her aunt Cindy had been weird and awkward especially since her mother could not reveal her true identity. Cindy had also taken it upon herself to try and convert Hermione, saying that it had been god's will to take her father, so they could all learn from him and in time she would understand, but she should make her piece with him, because she needed somebody to pull her through. Hermione politely pretended to consider becoming christian but she knew it was something she could never do.

Gladly she hugged her aunt goodbye as she took a seat in the cab next to her mother. Immediately the car whisked away squeezing through impossible spots of traffic, and causing many benches and lamps post to jump out of it's way.

"And you thought Grandma Joyce was a scary driver," Hermione joked as she looked at her mother's terrified face.

"Sorry Mrs. Granger, replied the tiny wizard in the front of the cab, I'm much more used to other modes of transportation."

"So am I, So am I," said Jean as she gripped the door handle tightly.

After ten minutes of suicidal driving they reached a secluded park.

"Well, this is as far as I go, by the bench you will find an old Zonko's cap, it will take you the rest of the way." Said the driver as he pushed a button to open the doors. The two women gathered their stuff and thanked him. Quickly they walked to the old bench the driver had pointed out. Hermione immediately spotted the Zonko's cap and picked it up.

"Well, well, I would have thought good old Dumbledore would have offered you more protection," Hermione whipped around recognizing the voice immediately.

"And I didn't think you would be so stupid," said Hermione whipping out her wand. Glaring up at the masked man.

"Oh I am hardly afraid of a teenage mudblood and a muggle," He said with a cruel laugh.

"Clearly you didn't learn from the last time you underestimated me Lucius."

"Crucio," he snarled. Hermione had expected the attack, but nothing could ever truly prepare you for the intense pain of the cruciatus curse, she was simply doing all she could to not cry out in pain. Then suddenly it stopped. With a quick flick of her wand she cast a silent stunning spell on Lucius. Catching him completely off guard. Staggering she stood up. "Are you okay mom?" She asked as she embraced her mother.

"Yes," but before Jean could say anything else the hat began to glow blue, but woman took a hold of it as they watched Lucius' still figure. Suddenly he sat up with a menacing look on his face.

"Avada Kedavra!" He screeched as a jet of green burst from his wand.

I promise I will write more twin stuff in the next chapter! I also hope I did not offend anybody with the religious section, if I did I am truly sorry. As always I love to know what you guys think so please leave a review!