Resentment

chapter 4 - clues

"Professor Fontaine, Ilvermorny's headmaster, has already been given this list of you four, and the four of you will be sorted once they've arrived. If you have any further questions, you may consult your house head." Mcgonagall explained. Hermione wasn't paying attention at all. She was so focused on thinking that she couldn't hear Mcgonagall's explanation.

"Can you stop?" Hermione heard Draco's voice clearly in her head. Staring at Draco and seeing him stare back, she said, "How can you do that?".

"Later," He mouthed back.

"At the end of a month, you will be departing for Hogsmeade to buy your exchange items, and you may now go to your class accordingly," said Mcgonagall. As Hermione approached Draco, she held his hand and pulled him to the corridor leading to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

"How are you doing that?" Hermione asked Draco.

"The moment I saw you looking at me, I knew you heard me. I was about to ask you how you could do that," Draco explained. Hearing him say that, she was puzzled. It seemed to her that she had acquired similar power to his. "Anyways, do you remember any wavy hazel brown hair girl you knew when you were little? Maybe before you went to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked based on her memory, wondering if the silver-haired boy remembered her.

"Probably not." Draco's answer didn't give Hermione what she wanted to hear. A part of her wanted Draco to be the boy in her dream, and another part did not. Prior to arriving at Ilvermorny, Hermione did not have more than a month to gather as much information as she could about the weird dreams and panic attacks that troubled her.

" Whatever," she said, interrupting their thoughts. "Can you sneak me in tonight? Maybe around 3 to 4?" Hermione asked for the request she had made to Draco a while ago. "Seems pretty fine, where should I meet you though? Am I supposed to watch you consume the invisibility potion first?" asked Draco.

"It would be best. Let's meet here at 3 tonight." Hermione suggested and he agreed. His cologne still lingered in her nose, a hint of wild apples, and minty toothpaste as he walked away from her without saying goodbye.

Upon returning to her dormitory, Hermione started packing for her exchange and listed what she would bring while in Ilvermorny. A piece of parchment was on the pile of books when she picked it up. In an attempt to smooth it out, she rubbed on the crumbled parchment on her desk.

Pumpkin,

I won't be able to talk to you or play with you anymore, but I'll look for you, and one day we'll be together. I'm sorry pumpkin, but I love you. There is no way I can bear not to see you leaving for Ilvermorny without telling me about your plans, I hope you will be going to Hogwarts.

Love,

Your Prince Charming

While she had no idea who Prince Charming was, she had been nicknamed pumpkin since she was a child. The name Pumpkin was given to her by her parents. Her eyes focused on the parchment as she examined it. The paper was in poor condition, the corners had been torn and ripped, and the handwriting appeared to be that of a seven or eight-year-old child.

"What are you looking at?"

The sudden voice scared Hermione, and she lost her hold on the paper. Despite her quick actions, she wasn't quick enough to pick up the parchment. " Pumpkin?" Harry appeared behind her. "Harry!" Hermione blushed and snapped it back. The parchment was torn in half in the middle, possibly because Harry's grab was too tight.

"Sorry, reparo." He directed his wand at the parchment and sealed it back together. "Well, about that," he pointed to the tarnished paper. " Who was your secret lover?" He jokingly asked, seeing the frown on Hermione's face. "There is no secret lover, Harry. Plus, I'm not sure who that person is." said Hermione.