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Not Pretending Anymore

By Luna Drake

Chapter 1

This is the sequel to my first story Just Pretend. It took me a while but I have finally gotten inspiration to start this. I still don't know how this one will turn out since these things sometimes take a life of their own.

Hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first one.


"No. I can't do it anymore!" She cut Dumbledore off. "Do you not understand? I have lied to you all!" She stood up. "I will accept the consequences of my actions. I cannot lie anymore! I don't want to hurt the people I love anymore." She raised her wand as if offering it to the gods.

"Mione, what are you doing?" Ron took a step towards her.

"What I should have done from the beginning. Please don't try to stop me. This is for the best." She closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. "Aufero totus veneficus quod scientia" Her wand started to glow.

"What is she doing?" Harry knew this was not good.

"She is renouncing her magical powers and with it her place in our world." Dumbledore responded sadly.

"We have to do something! We can't let her do this." Ron tried to run to her.

"No, she has to be the one to stop on her own. If we interfere she might loose control and that would be worse." Lucius put out a hand to stop him. "Miss Granger think about this. Think of all the people that you are leaving behind."

"I have made my choice." She looked at Draco who turned away from her. Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked back at Lucius. "Un rependo diligio est valde dolens. Sucurro illum reperio gaudium."

Lucius was startled by the emotion in her words. He was not aware that she could speak the ancient language outside of spells. He was sure that only he and Dumbledore were able to understand her message. He gave her a small nod to let her know that he understood her request.

Harry tried to get Draco to stop her. "Draco do something! Do not let her go! Tell her that she is wrong, tell her the truth!"

"The truth, the truth! She is telling the truth!" He turned to glare at her. "I should have known better than to trust you! We had a deal! Everything was going according to plan! Now you do this! Why?"

"Draco please try to understand." She pleaded.

"No! I cannot understand your reasoning. It was an agreement! A pact for you to stay with your friends and for me to be free! What ever everyone thought we had was not real! I have never felt anything for you! It was as you said, just pretend!"

"So be it." She closed her eyes and poured all her magic to her wand. "Vigoratus meus poena pro huic universitas ego non subsisto!"

A silvery glow covered her and her wand. All her magic and knowledge of the wizarding world was pouring into her wand. Everything that made her a great witch was contained withing and turned her wand into a crystal.

"Volo ut satus interrum." She let go of her wand and it floated in front of her. A small tendril of magic touched her forehead. A single tear made it's way down her cheek as her life and memories on the wizarding world were erased and replaced with muggle ones.

Dumbledore watched with great sadness. He could hear her friends desperately trying to stop her. Their pain as they saw their sister sacrifice her life for another. This only showed how truly powerful and selfless she was. He would guard her crystal wand until it would be time to give it back.

Lucius understood the reasoning behind her actions. He had been aware of their deception. Almost from the beginning, he had suspected that something was not right. One night Narcissa had confirmed his suspicions. This now proves what they had feared all along. Hermione fell in love with their son and was willing to risk her happiness in order for his son to find it.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Draco before the last of her memories were taken. He was still glaring at her. She could see anger and betrayal in his eyes, which made her heart ache painfully.

"Please forgive me." She whispered. "I love you Draco." After she said that she disappeared.

"No! Hermione!"

Hermione sat up on her bed gasping for breath. Her heart was going a mile a minute, her whole body was shaking and she was crying. She sat there trying to calm down after that dream. She got up on shaky legs and went into her bathroom to wash her face.

"What was that? Such a weird dream but it felt so real. Who were those men in my dream? Why do I feel that I should know them all? And what were they wearing? Had that been at a costume party or something?" She shook her head to clear it. "This is too weird. Perhaps I am overworking myself."

She looked at her clock once she got out of the bathroom and saw that it was almost time for her to get ready to go to work. She began her daily routine to get ready and soon forgot all about the dream she had. She even had time to have some breakfast which she rarely ever had time for.

Her life had changed a year after her parents death. She had been found in her old home unconscious and when they had taken her to the hospital she had lapsed into a coma. Apparently she had suffered a stroke. The doctors had been able to stop the hemorrhage in her brain and that is when she had lapsed into the coma. They were not sure if she would ever wake up. And if she did wake up they didn't know how much damage it had caused. She woke up in the hospital after a month. The doctors were amazed at her recovery.

Now after five years of her accident, she was one of the most successful lawyers that England had ever seen. She has never lost a case since she started her career. She was the most sought after lawyer in the country. She could afford to pick her clients and charge whatever she wanted. She had her own practice and only employed the best lawyers that she could find.

Her cases ranged from high profile to very simple and domestic. She would often take a case that no other lawyer wanted and win it. She also helped the low income clients by giving them a lower rate than anybody else would only ever dream of giving. She didn't have to worry about charging them too much because the high profile cases covered them along with her own money. After her parents died in a car accident everything that they owned became hers. And since her parents had been very busy dentists they had a lot of money and many properties.

She now lived in a very luxurious mansion which for some reason looked like a replica of a castle. She had bought the property near a cliff and had hired an architect to rebuild the previous house to her specific designs. The result was a replica of a castle she had seen in her dreams a lot during her first year after she came out of the coma. It had just been finished a few months ago and the decorations varied from one room to the other.

Dreams had plagued her nights since her recovery. But every time she had them something different would happen. It was as if she was trying to remember something. She would always dismiss them once her day started. She had better things to do than to worry about what she dreams.

She made her way to her favorite coffee shop just like every morning. Even though it looked to be an ordinary day there was something that was telling her that today was different. She felt nervous for some reason. As she went in she looked around and found that everything was in place. The same people were there working and the same bustle of activity could be seen. She ordered her usual and waited for the barrista to give her coffee. When she was handed her coffee she turned to walk out and bumped into a warm and solid wall of muscle. Her coffee spilled all over the stranger's shirt and she heard a hiss of shock and pain come out of the strangers mouth.

"I am so sorry." She quickly turned around to get some napkins to help clean the mess of coffee.

"You should be. You have just ruined my favorite shirt with your clumsiness. Do you even realize how expensive this shirt is?" The stranger snapped at her while trying to salvage his shirt.

His tone did not settle well with Hermione. She was not the only one at fault for this accident. Who in their right mind would stand so close to another person that is grabbing a hot cup of coffee? She apologized and his response was to snap at her. How dare he.

"I am truly sorry for ruining your shirt, but you should not be standing so close to a person with a coffee in their hand. How was I supposed to know you were behind me?" She calmly replied.

The stranger froze when he heard her voice. He would recognize that voice anywhere. He looked up quickly to make sure that he was not dreaming again. There in front of him glaring and with her arms crossed in annoyance was the woman he had been dreaming of for years. She had changed, she now looked more mature and beautiful. He was standing there like an idiot just looking at her.

"Well, say something." She snapped.

"You owe me a new shirt?" Was the only thing he was able to say.

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