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[It's a couple of minutes before she actually says anything, but there are a few doodles on the page. When she does speak, she's very subdued.]

I guess this is the next experiment. It seems to be... a strange one anyway. I wonder who has my body?

...This is Hermione, for those who don't recognise my voice or my face. I don't look like I normally do.

[So the basic turn of events for Hermione: She wakes up rather groggy, eyes not quite as red or scratchy as she thought they'd be. Hello, something's off. She doesn't really notice her body change just yet as she makes her way out of the random room she was in. And a little later notices the body of her best friend... whom she had just fought with not a few days ago and who has been resolutely refusing to speak with her. Can't deal with seeing him yet. Hermione flees the house.

Currently, she (in the body of Raine Sage) is sitting by the lake, with her knees curled up to her chin. Those who know her, even if they've only spoken to her for a minute or less, can EASILY tell that something is very, VERY wrong here. Feel free to talk to her.]

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[Snorts in disapproval] First of all, I didn't try to drown him on purpose. I figured he'd be able to save himself. Secondly, I went back and got him eventually. Thirdly, did he bother telling you any of the things he said that led up to me beating him to a bloody pulp? And finally, what the hell are you doing defending me instead of him for?

Really now? That's noble of you. No, he didn't, but I thought there was more to it and that's why I didn't go find you right after. [That and she was crying too hard.] And I did it because I've seen a side of you he hasn't yet.

Noble? Not really. I'd rather not have more deaths on my hands, or have you come after me with something heavier than a polishing cloth. I suppose it doesn't actually matter much, he's alive even though he clearly hasn't learned anything.

...what side?

[She just kind of stares at him like "...More?"]

This side.

[Leave it, he hasn't caught his slip-up yet] A side that's stuck looking like Potter?

[That might just be the smallest hint of a smile right there.]

No, the side that knows how to be civil to a person.

That's because according to him, I don't have one. Naturally I'm evil.

I told him he simply hadn't been around long enough to see it but he was rather stuck on nearly drowning in the lake.

I doubt any amount of time is going to change his mind. I'm aiming to be the next Dark Lord, he says. Failure at torturing and killing, he says. I've got the Dark Mark, I must be bloody dangerous with every intent to kill meanlessly and mindlessly follow. Haven't you heard, Granger? I'm a Slytherin, I don't get to choose.

But I don't think you're like that. [She sounds serious here. It's like she's been thinking on the differences between him, herself, and the Dark Lord's real minions... like Snape for instance.]

You aren't like the rest of them. You aren't like Snape or Bellatrix.

How do you actually know? You've only been civil with me for a few weeks. How do you know it's not just an act and I'm leading you straight into a trap set by the Dark Lord?

Edited 2009-09-25 19:51 (UTC)

[She seems to consider this seriously.]

I don't, but I also don't believe you are.

Besides, You-Know-Who isn't here right now.

Foolish of you. [Though the way he says it shows that he appreciates the fact she hasn't quite given up yet] I still think it was rather stupid of you to defend me instead of defending Potter.

[She can tell... though now she sighs and curls up even tighter.]

Why do you care? [though she isn't sounding upset or accusatory.]

I ask myself that every day. Maybe because it's strange to see your friendship wavering due to something I did. You have to admit, Granger. Before we got stuck here, the two of you would have agreed that I'm not worth it.

[For some reason, that last part kind of hurts.]

Maybe I decided to give you another chance... Maybe I've seen something in you that's different, something you wouldn't... or couldn't show us at home.

...how can you see something you haven't seen in six years in the matter of three weeks?

Because you let me.

[And then she sighs.] This place seems able to change us dramatically, pulling us from what we knew back home and completely turning our frame of reference upside down. For all I know, I'm not the same person I was.

[He hums in thought as he ponders over this notion] I guess none of us are the same. It's not easy to forget home, but it's a tad easier to push it behind us. I'm just not sure I like it.

You don't have to like it, I suppose, but it'd be easier if we all did. That'll take time, though. [A LOT of time at this rate.]

...I'm quite serious, you know. You shouldn't be defending me.

...Fine, maybe I won't. [She doesn't sound too convinced, more confused than anything, and she's not looking at you... mostly because she's trying not to cry again over this whole stupid mess.]

[Oh Merlin, Draco doesn't know how to deal with crying girls...say something!] Not that the thought's not flattering, but you don't really think it's worth getting that upset over, do you?

...You confuse me.

That makes two of us. [Kind of just grumbles to himself while playing with the fish and the water.] What is it now?

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