Silver and Gold // Dramione

Whispers in Reality

6th Year, November 4th

"Draco stop staring, someone's gonna catch on"

Draco registered Blaise nuge him rather aggressively on his side. He hadn't even realized he'd been staring. He let his mind wander, for once trying to get the voice to speak to him. 

The flashback of Hermione's response to his ramble about what he heard the other day stuck with him constantly.

-

"Draco do you think it's possible you initiated that contact?" Hermione's voice was still-and quiet, almost unsure if she should even bother asking the question, if Draco would think her idea to be preposterous.

"I-- what?" He stammered back a response, still climbing down from his breathless ramble and his panic attack, or so that's what she called it.

"Well you said the voice wasn't sure you were listening. They don't know if you had heard everything they and Snape said. Do you think that maybe you subconsciously tried to listen in on something, and they noticed you breach contact?"

"I- I don't think so... Why would i?"

"Well I did just stun the shit out of you, and you were a little on edge when you went to sleep. It's possible you tired to find an answer, and that was your brians path... you could try again, another time... see if you can initiated contact with the voice"

"You think I want to wake up screaming and thrashing and go through whatever the hell I just went through? Are you thick?"

"I don't" her voice was full of assurances when she contoned. She was looking him up and down, reading his body league. He knew it was giving himself away. His shoulders were slumped from exhaustion, and his eyes were heaven and dropped low. He was thinking. He knew that he should try. "But it means something. We know that. And it could be a two way connection"

"Alright fine" he grumbled, finally getting up from his comfy position against her. She had only moved to the side slightly, to read his body language. Otherwise she had stayed behind him sitting oher knees the whale time Draco had talked about the voice and Snape.

She hadn't moved since her arms were around him, He was silently begging her to do that again.

-

Coming back to the moment Draco felt Blaise still nudging his side. Draco had never moved his eyes from where they were placed directly on Hermione, who was engaged in an avid conversation with Aurie at the table across the Great Hall. Aurie had started sitting at whicher table she pleased, he guessed Hmerione's "house unity" fantasy bullshit had rubbed off on her.

If he was being honest, staring at Hermione actually let him focus on trying to get into the other voices head. A practice head results agreed to for research purposes.. And to get her to shut up. He'd had no such luck the whole of the weekend, or the first few days of classes, now he was left wondering why.

Before that night the voice came at any time, inopportune times even, but now even if he tried to cause the terrors of midnight, the voice never came. He'd gotten close the other night in the common room. He found himself watching Hermione making tea and when he spoke in his head he heard his own voice echo. It was small, but it was something that constituted progress.

Draco quickly averted his eyes to stare at his empty plate. Empty in the sense that there had never been anything on it.

"I wasn't staring" he mumbled, only so Blaise could hear.