𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 53

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Hermione was homesick.

Although she wasn't quite sure where home was.

Not since he left.

It'd been exactly one week since he died in her arms. One week since his body had been buried.

She hadn't attended his funeral.

She hadn't even left her own bedroom. Instead she sat on the rickety bedframe alone, buried beneath the black blanket Ginny had found in her backpack when she unpacked Hermione's things.

His lingering scent on the fabric was beginning to fade.

The sunlight pouring through the window did no good to her miserable mood, other than to dry his brown fleece jacket that sat draped across the chair before the desk against the wall.

"Granger."

She didn't look up from her curled spot on the bed, back pressed against the wall and knees held against her cold chest.

"Granger... You haven't eaten in three days."

Her stomach grumbled.

"Go away."

She heard him sigh from the other side of the doorframe.

"What if I told you Theodore was here?"

She un-smushed her face from her knees, looking upwards towards where Blaise stood on the other side of the white painted door.

Within thirty seconds the doorknob had turned open and she stood in front of him with a pout, refusing to meet his dark eyes as she stared down at her sock covered feet.

He turned, and she followed him silently down the creaking old stairs, anxiously fidgeting with the iridescent stone that sat looped around her neck.

Her nails were bit down to the skin. The stone was the only thing that calmed her never ending nerves.

The others stared when they saw her come down the stairs, but her gaze was only set on one select individual.

Everyone turned to exit the living room as she broke down, Theodore's eyes widening as she buried herself in his chest, crying wildly into his shoulder with sobs that rattled her brittle bones.

She'd been asking for him all week.

Theodore was the only sense of familiarity she had left, except for Draco's belongings, and she needed that sense of control back in her life. She needed every memory of Draco probed from Theodore's mind and implanted into her own.

He barely hugged her back, prying her off of his chest as Blaise helped her to a chair by the table.

"Sorry," she whispered him an apology, wiping her cheeks, something her lover had used to do for her, "I just — I have questions.. that I need to ask you."

He scoffed, pouring a drink from the cabinet of liquor above the refrigerator, "What question could be so important you had to pull me from my isolation, Granger?"

"I just have questions," she wiped more tears with the sleeve of her grey sweater, "I won't keep you long, I promise."

He swirled his glass, sitting down across from her before propping his feet up on the table.

"What do you wanna know?"

There were so many questions, yet so little time.

"Where did you go after?"

Theodore sighed, pouring more whiskey into his cup before answering, "Moved to a cottage off the coast of Kandestederne in Denmark. By myself, where nobody can-" he cracked his knuckles, "-bother me."