𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 5

Så mörk är natten vid midvintertid

Men se, då nalkas Lucia.

Hon kommer, den goda, med ljuset hit,

Hon kommer med hälsning om julefrid,

Hon kommer med ljus i sin krona

. . .

So dark is the night in midwinter times,

But see, then approach Lucia.

She comes, the good one, with the light here,

She comes with promise of Christmas peace,

she comes with light in her crown

"Så mörk är natten I midvintertid" ("So dark is the night in midwinter times"), Johny Johansson and Carl Bertil Agnestig

Hermione walked quickly beside Professor McGonagall, searching for Harry.

McGonagall was furious with Harry, that was clear, and quite frankly so was Hermione. She had told him to watch over Malfoy, no matter what he thought of him. Yet Malfoy had surprisingly behaved more maturely than Harry in the matter.

She thought for a second that it might have been the shock that had made Malfoy react to the fallen shelf the way he did, joking about it and comforting Parkinson who had clearly been upset instead of going for the usual "My father will hear about this" with the sneer that she was so used to seeing. She had been in the library when the shelf had fallen, the loud crash had sent her flying out of her chair and turning around to see one giant shelf leaning against another with all its books fallen out and lying in a pile on the floor. Then Parkinson had cried "Draco!" and had run over to the scene and started to throw the books away by hand in a frantic panic.

That was all it took for Hermione to realize how deadly serious this thing was.

She had rushed over and started to levitate the books away with magic, and Bulstrode was over in the matter of seconds to tryto calm Parkinson down while Hermione tried to get all of the books out of the way.

And suddenly there was McGonagall, followed by a most hysterical Madam Pince, and the headmistress had just had to look at the fallen shelf to know what was going on.

After about ten minutes, Hermione and McGonagall had created a hole in the pile and Hermione looked inside and saw Malfoy's blond head and how he was holding his arms above it.

"Malfoy, are you okay?" she had asked, concerned and unsure if he could even hear her.

"Just laying around with ten tons of literature on top of me, the usual you know." he had answered with a softened, more pleasant smirk than usual and for a brief moment Hermione had wondered if he really was okay. It was only the steadiness in his eyes that had reassured her, and made her smile at his humour.

"He's fine." she had turned around and said, making Parkinson stop hyperventilating.

After approximately five minutes of more book moving Malfoy had than crawled out.

McGonagall and Hermione rounded a corner, and while McGonagall kept her eyes straight ahead Hermione took time to look out the window to one of the many courtyards.