Resentment

chapter 3 - panic

As soon as Hermione finished the salad, she left Wegby. Among the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, he was her favorite. Her habit was to slip several coins into his pocket every time he did her a favor. Her next step was to ascend the stairs from the kitchen area. All of a sudden, she felt like she was bound to rocks by her legs. It felt as if a rush of memories had flooded her brain and was burning her veins like adrenaline. Just as she lost her grip on the ground, the box of salad was also shaking violently. It almost felt like she was digging her fingertips into the wooden scrappy handle to keep herself conscious and not to faint again as she grasped the handle of the stairs tightly.

"Do you understand, filthy Mudblood? If you get close to them, you will ruin your life. Do you? Koopy! Angry and enraged at a younger boy with almost exactly the same face as him, a man with silver, platinum, and pure unicorn hair yelled, "Take him back to his room."

"I'm sorry father. I won't be near her again." The young boy apologized to his father while his eyes flickered as Koopy took him away from his father. He turned to look at her again. There was something different about it this time. The memory was not being reviewed as though she were overlooking it.

She was there. Again.

In the cold, dark room, she peeked through the closet, waiting for the right moment to leave. In the room, she didn't remember being there, it was as if she had acquired someone else's memory. Even though the room was small, it had a very high ceiling, allowing a splendid chandelier to hang there. But it was cold. All of these memories were intrusive. Every time she reexperienced them, they injured her mind like poison, corroding her sanity.

"Miss Granger, are you alright?"

In the midst of her memory tornado and fatal headaches, she was pulled back by voice. She was able to shoulder her weight on her shoulders after hearing the voice. When she looked up, she saw Professor Mcgonagall. It was obvious that she had aged since the second wizarding war, because in her hazelnut hair there were several white stripes. Nevertheless, she was happier, after all, who wouldn't be after winning the war? It seemed to Hermione that she won something and lost something in the war. Neither happy nor sad, she wasn't sure what to feel.

"Professor, I'm fine. I should get going. Thank you." She quickly backed away from Mcgonagall and began to walk up the stairs. Her intuition told her that something was wrong, and she should probably start checking the library. Perhaps there would be answers to what she was experiencing.

"We should get married then. After this year."

The moment she realized she heard a male voice murmuring, she had already reached the door of the Hospital Wing. Upon hearing that, she stood outside, frozen. Neither she nor the voice knew who the voice was speaking to. However, those were all she could do to remain in denial. It was easy for her to guess who the voice was speaking to due to her wittiness and deep down knowledge of who the voice belonged to. Rather than picking up her steps and leaving, she just wanted to disappear or disappear instantly. But she couldn't.

She wanted to know, like always.

A peek through the crack between the doors caught her attention. The only thing standing between her and listening would have been Harry's invisibility cloak. Her hearing was barely able to pick up their voices because they weren't speaking very loudly.

"I think I have the right to know about you and that muggle girl, Draco." Hermione knew who that voice was without a doubt, Pansy Parkinson. "There's nothing wrong between us. I wouldn't have asked you to marry me if there were." Draco cleared his throat and reached for her hair. " Also, I think whoever is outside the door should stop listening." He raised his voice and they both turned to see who was listening. In the blink of an eye, she hid behind the knight statue.