"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫..."
The Lestrange line has been a loyal ally of the Dark Lord for years, enthusiastically being one of the caus...
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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE SILENCE
HERMIONE paused in front of the walking figures of Ron and Harry, who looked through the glass doors in search of an empty compartment.
However, the slight creaking of the unlubricated wheels of their trunks stopped when they saw Hermione staring at the train's front door.
"Hermione, we have to find compartment, come on," Harry called out to her, but the girl didn't look at him, staring impatiently at the people gathered around the train platform.
However, she was looking for a certain person in these crowds, her loved one, whom she could never see after three months without any news for her. Hermione longed to see that face of hers again, her dark wildly luminous eyes, her sweet smile, which she often carried with that cocky smirk that was so familiar. Hermione counted the days when she would see Artemis again, but still the fear in her prevailed that something might have happened to her lover.
The girl was leaning against the frame of the old door, scanning passers-by face after face, searching for her lover. However, she was interrupted when a slight giggle fell from the narrow corridor of the school train.
"Well, well if it isn't the bookworm."
The annoying nickname was quite familiar to her, said by the person with slight hint of French accent exposed Chloe Marchand.
Hermione turned her head slightly, scoffing at the appearance of the French girl. She hadn't seen her in over a year. She had changed, just like everyone else. Chloe looked more mature, but that smug smile on her lipstick-soaked lips told Hermione that she was the same girl that caused all that trouble long ago.
"Marchand, what a entirely unpleasant surprise," Hermione said sarcastically and turned her attention back to the busy platform.
Despite the rustling of the excited students, the emotional goodbyes of parents and the rattling of suitcases, Hermione could hear the pounding of Chloe's heels on the wooden floor of the train until they stopped just behind her. She could hear her breathing, which somehow sent shivers down her spine.
The French girl's hand slowly landed on Hermione's waist, turning her suddenly, right in front of her grinning face. Hermione looked at the girl with wide, angry eyes. She was shocked and angry by Chloe's actions, after all the years she had been left with the impression that the French was strongly attracted to her girlfriend, and she was angry that Chloe had the audacity to touch her.
Chloe's thin, fine hand slowly made its way to a loose strand of hair on top of Hermione's head, which the French girl slowly looped it around her finger.
"Where's Temi?" Chloe whispered in Hermione's ear, pressing her lips against her earlobe, as if trying to hypnotize Hermione with her not-so-strong Veela abilities.
