Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 7

The last following days of the last week of their holidays had gone by eerily quiet. Not only were Malfoy's thoughts absent from her mind for the majority of the time, the flashes of his view she'd randomly get weren't all that exciting either.

Hell, based on what she saw it looked like he barely moved from what she assumed was his bedroom, remembering the silky black curtains hanging loosely from their hangings, the room too small for it to be any other part of their mansion. Well, small in comparison to the other huge rooms she had sometimes seen flashing by.

Hermione even admitted on being rather bored, for she had read every book that her parents possessed, and already did all of the homework that needed to be done. Normally when she came back from Hogwarts and she'd spend her time with her parents, they'd go on a holiday, giving her something new to explore.

But this year her parents had decided to stay home, wanting to celebrate Christmas with their daughter in the comfort of their own house. And she wouldn't have minded if she had something to do, but alas.

Thankfully for her, however, the train to Hogwarts would be leaving in just in a couple of hours, allowing her to dive back into her studies, and get something to occupy herself with.

Making sure she had packed everything she needed into her luggage, she took off down the stairs, panting slightly as she struggled to carry the heavy trunk – which mainly consisted of books – without tumbling down the stairs herself.

Hermione said her goodbye to her parents, assuring them she could make it to the train station just fine on her own, not wanting either of them to take a day off work just to bring her away. Having given them one last hug, she tightly wrapped her scarf around her neck, pushing it slightly up as to give her nose some much needed warmth, not being prepared for the biting cold that the early of January had to offer her.

Waiting at the bus station, she released a small sigh as the worries she left behind at Hogwarts were slowly coming back to her mind. Because Malfoy had something to hide – and she was desperate to find out what it was. What frustrated her even more, was that she had gotten so many hints through things she heard and saw.. but none of them were enough to clearly tell her what was going on.

It seemed like ages until the bus finally arrived, and Hermione was sure her fingers were going to freeze off if it had come a minute later. Handing the bus driver some Muggle money, she got herself a ticket and waited for it to take off, letting her head rest against the glass.

What got her even more worried was the fact that there had been no sign of Voldemort yet. Normally there would be any sort of hints – but right now it remained quiet. Too quiet, if you asked her.

Hermione had gotten so lost in thought, that her body had seemed to switch into autopilot as it carried her through the familiar way of the train station and into the Hogwarts Express, right down to the very end of the train where she took a seat in Harry and Ron's compartment.

It wasn't even until the steaming whistle of the train taking off that she got ripped out of her thoughts, and only now noticed the apprehensive looks the boys were shooting her – especially Ron.

Pushing her worried filled thoughts away for now, she offered them a smile and could have sworn they both let out a deep breath of relief, happily returning a grin. "So, how was your holiday, 'Mione?" Ron asked cautiously, trying to keep on a smile, but the wavering of uncertainty tugging on the corner of his lips didn't go unnoticed by her.

Wanting to reassure him that she was fine with Lavender and Ron being together now, she opted for a big smile as she looked at him. "It was alright, I suppose. A bit boring, though. I finished all homework the first few days in, so it left me with barely anything to do."