Resentment | Dramione

Chapter 13

Draco? Hermione heaved a sigh as she kept on staring at the open book in front of her, a schoolbook that she was using to perhaps learn some important things she'd need later on with Harry and Ron.

This had been the umpteenth time she had called out to him that day, but he seemed to flat out ignore her. The worst thing was that another week had passed and their stage had morphed into the next, which allowed them to have perfect control over their thoughts and visions.

Now, don't get the wrong idea, it was nice to not constantly be surprised by a forced vision, but it also brought its cons. The biggest one at the moment was the fact that Draco had apparently taken his sweet time behind her back to learn as much control over their vision sharing as they had entered the next stage, and it allowed him to block her from his mind whenever he really did not want to be bothered.

Saying that sucked really would be an understatement. It had been so easy the past half year to just dig around in the other one's mind when they knew something worried them, or something seemed off. To now have that ability ripped away from her was more than weird.

They were basically back to being normal human beings right now. With no access to his mind, it was like this entire connection didn't even exist. And Hermione did not want to grow used to that. Especially not at times like these when Draco just decided to take the day off without bothering to give her a heads up that he'd be gone for the day.

And that's what worried her the most. Why did he not tell her about his sudden wish to keep his mind to himself? So far their week had been going quite alright. They had their light conversations, although, sometimes a bit forced out of habit, but most of the times they were fun or intellectual or simply a nice distraction to one's thoughts or day.

None of it had led her to believe that things weren't doing okay between the two of them. Well, that might have sounded a bit too serious – as if they were dating and trouble in paradise had suddenly arose. But the point was still the same. Nothing in his way of talking had indicated that he was more than sick and tired of being connected to her mind, if anything, they had improved greatly compared to the beginning.

They shared their greetings in the morning and evening – although, sometimes they would lack the sincerity when one of them was in a bad mood – and they even managed to get through the week without throwing any insults towards each other, or in his case, towards her friends. And the times it did happen, it was almost in some sort of playful banter.

So, making up her mind that it couldn't have something to do with how things were going between the two of them, she shut her book in frustration as she brought her hands into her hair. Because if it hadn't been that, then what in the world led him to shut her out?

Unless it had to do with Voldemort's rising power. It wasn't a secret anymore that Draco was now a Death Eater, and it was more than likely that he too, had meetings to attend. Whether he liked that or not. But she was sure that had happened even before she knew of him being one of them.

In fact, now that she thought about it, that must have explained the dimly lit room in his house the night she got a vision at Christmas break. There was no doubt that there must have taken a meeting place back then.

So, if she had attended a meeting with him without even knowing he was a Death Eater before, then why bother blocking her out now that she did know? It's not like they shared any secrets on the matter anymore. She knew about him, and he'd tell her whatever he could and whatever was most important.

Tugging on her hair, she released another greatly frustrated sigh as she closed her eyes and counted to ten. The emotions she was feeling was close to a children's drawing. They were messy and all over the place, and not at all pretty.