Companions

Part 9: Let Me

Sitting quietly at the table, Hermione cleans out his cuts as he just shamefully sits there, only a foot between their legs.

Dabbing one of the cuts with peroxide now a cotton ball- because Genius doesn't have any healing potions in his possession- she looks up at him periodically as he stares at the space beside her chair on the floor.

"You ready to tell me what had you so angry?" She calmly asks and looks up at him again- briefly catching his eyes.

"Why are you here, Mione?" He sounds defeated and has no way to mask it.

"Why are you avoiding my question?" Smirking at him, she gets a new cotton ball and begins on the next cut.

"Seriously..."

"Seriously."

"It's nothing." Giving him a 'you're an idiot for lying' face, she finishes the cut and puts bandaid over it and begins on the next one.

"When will you learn you're a terrible liar?"

"Some people say I'm a great liar- actually." Grumbling he leans back in the chair and she looks up at him- wondering what Ginny didn't tell me.

She knows she took him to the quidditch pitch and that Draco is beyond rusty- but passed that- not much was shared.

"Well, who ever said that is horribly wrong and obviously doesn't know you." Ever so slightly smirking, he allows his cheeks to perk a bit and then they drop when she notices it. "I seen that, Malfoy."

Finishing up his left hand, she begins on his right.

"You have long thin fingers." She says and turns his hand over. "And...hmm...how interesting."

She adds and he cocks his head to the side.

"What?"

"Oh...nothing." Smiling widely, she examines his hand again and smiles wider. "Very interesting indeed."

"We both know you easily failed divination...except for the extra homework you did to get out of the actual palm readings and shit." Rolling her eyes, she runs a thin over his palm and smirks some more before starting to clean his cut by his thumb. "What is so God Damn amusing to you?!"

"You have a tiny little heart shaped freckle in the direct center of your palm." Furrowing his brows, he glares at her and she shows him, brushing her pointer finger to the tiny light brown freckles dead center in his hand.

"So why is that so funny?!" She sighs and sets the cotton ball down and removes her high heel. To his confusion- he watches her out her leg up near his face and points to the dead center of her right sole of her foot. Directly in the arch of her foot is the same tiny little heart shaped freckle and this leaves him speechless.

"I had it my whole life. Mum used to say it was like a good luck freckle. My Grandmother used to tell me a story that when the higher beings created the Earth, they made people. But they were connect together by two and shared a heart. Everyone person had someone made specially for them. They lived in harmony and created civilization. One day, the creators grew upset that the two heart sharing people were so happy and they were not. They thought they as creators should be the happiest out of the whole universe because they have these powers. To be spiteful of their creations- they struck down upon the land and separated the pairs leaving each with only half a heart and the feeling of emptiness and longing.
For years they all individually roamed the earth searching for their lost half. Their soulmate. Some found their better half, while some chose a different soul despite the lack of complete connection. And there was the third group, who never dared search for their better half because they had forgotten they had one and lived in misery, alone and left to pass away by themselves- never knowing love and true happiness."