Masquerade (Dramione)

Chapter 7

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Hermiones POV

My evening with Toby had been almost perfect. Actually it has been absolutely perfect. There wasn't a single awkward moment or weird pause. It was as though every part of our date had flowed smoothly into the next. I was sort of scared that he would want to kiss me at the end, but he just winked and waved goodbye. As I stepped into the common room I was hoping to be able to read some more Pride and Prejudice before going to bed. But as I stepped through the entryway, I found a pair of silver eyes looking directly at me. It wasn't a look I had ever seen on him before. Something like... Admiration? No, no, no. No way.

"Good evening Draco" I murmur

"It is." he responds, smiling faintly. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"How was your date?" he askes.

"Fine"

"Good"

After a long pause I decide that the conversation must be over. I turn around and begin walking up the stairs.

"Hermione?"

I turn my head and meet his eyes...and my heart drops into my stomach in a way that I can't accuratly explain.

"Goodnight"

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I flip over and stare at my alarm clock. 2:14 am and I can't sleep. I tried reading, breathing evenly and finally just closing my eyes, but I could not sleep. I couldn't explain why either. It felt like there was a dead weight in my stomach, pinning me to the bed, but not allowing me to drift off.

2:15

Uggh, I give up. Throwing my blanket off, I reach down and pull my slippers out from under the bed. I walked down the stairs and out the common room door, without even thinking about where I was going. Only that I needed to get out of here. I pulled my bathrobe tighter around me as I made my way down the drafty corridors. Eventually I found myself in front o f2f a huge painting of a fruit bowl, that doubled as the entrance to the kitchens. I quickly pulled my hair out of my face and reached up with one hand to tickle the pear. A soft giggling sound echoed down the hall and the door swung open with a creak.

During my fourth year, I had frequented the kitchen in the middle of the night because of Ron. I had a huge crush on him back then, but now I was here because of a completely different boy.

When I entered, I could hear the familiar sounds of dishes clanking together along with dozens of soft snores. The house elves slept in shifts, so there was always someone working in the kitchen.

"Miss. Granger?" A familiar squeaky voice asked. I turned around to find a little house elf looking up at me.

"Hello Libby" I said. Libby had been my friend ever since te night of the Yule Ball, when Ron had hurt my feelings and ruined my first date. Libby had given me hot chocolate and patted me on the back while I cried.

"Is everthing alright?" Libby asked, taking one of my hands in hers. I shake my head as the tears start.

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"Alright, now tell Libby what is wrong." Libby said, once I was comfortably sitting by the fire with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands. I wasn't sure where to start, because I wasn't sure why I was so sad. It wasn't like Draco had been mean to me. Ever since our encounters on the train, he had been nothing but nice (minus the parts where he kissed me and pretended it didn't happen.)

"I don't think I can tell you Libby. I don't understand it myself." a couple more tears made their way down my cheeks.

"A heart is a heavy burden, Miss. Granger." Libby said, placing her hand on top of mine on the arm of the chair. I smiled slightly, appreciating her attempt to comfort me, but its difficult to comfort someone who doesn't know why they're upset. So we talked about school. A I went on, details about Draco and Toby slipped in. After a while Libby nodded slowly and then shook her head.