Dangerously

Chapter 2

Hermione awoke to the sun beaming on her face. She tossed and turned; pulling the posh, white, fluffy, duvet over her face to block out the sun.

A knock interrupted any attempt to fall back asleep. "Sweetheart, are you up?"

It was her mother. She was finally leaving her parent's home after being there for a little over a month.

She cleared my throat, "Yes, mum," she replied in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

Hermione had found her own flat that only her parents knew where it was. They had slowly been gathering her things from her previous flat with Ron and bringing it there. But, today it would finally all have a new home.

Her mother crept inside her childhood room and brought a cup of tea, her smile could warm anyone—and especially warmed Hermione, more than tea ever could. They sipped on their tea together in bed for a bit, taking in the obliviousness she had been playing while staying in their home.

She heaved herself out of bed, rubbed her eyes with her fingertips, and committed to getting ready.

Once her mother and Hermione had made it to the new place she gave a quick kiss on Hermione's cheek before saying goodbye.

"You can always stay with us. We love you, darling." Her mother was such a loving person. Hermione could feel her mother loved and cared for her as it radiated off of her body. She squeezed her tightly. Hermione felt herself melting away, wishing she could stay there forever.

"I love you, mum," she replied.

Hermione watched feeling her heartbreak as her mother turned away and shut the door behind her. It was time to face the world again, but the blissfulness of ignoring the Prophet's rumors, dodging questions from people who didn't deserve them. The peace was nice.

She wept. The past month she spent every day taking a morning walk with her mom, drinking nightly tea with her father—sometimes spiking it with muggle whiskey. Her parents comforted her every nightmare she had and every sleepless night wondering if Ron had ever even cared for her since he didn't even bother trying to contact her. She spent my days coming home from the ministry to her parents and feeling so loved.

She almost forgot what it felt like to feel unloved or lonely.

Her glossy eyes looked across the flat, a few boxes were stacked in each room and the furniture was all in place. The flat felt empty even with all the boxes. The loneliness was already setting in like a black cloud.

She wiped my tears with the back of her hand and buried herself into unpacking my things.

She placed the last book on her new bookshelf and broke down the box that held it in there. Looking at her watch she decided it was time to attempt to eat. She gathered the broken-down boxes and headed out the door. Stopping to lock it the door, once she turned around to begin walking Hermione immediately miss-stepped falling to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," she was frantic, pushing her hair behind a shoulder, trying to gather the boxes. She felt her face grow red with embarrassment.

"Granger?" The voice was deep and sounded alarmed.

Her stomach dropped. She felt her throat close up. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she spat.