One Angel | Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott

Chapter 10

"Can you, for God's sake, wake up? I've been trying to wake you up for 15 minutes. You're so lazy." Hermione said, and I struggled to open my eyes against the bright light streaming into the room.

"Okay, enough." She snapped, yanking the covers off me. I curled my knees up to my chest as the cold air hit my exposed skin, only in my shirt.

"Hermione, it's freezing cold," I snapped, gesturing for the covers.

"It's actually my cover and my bed, so I'm forcing you to get up now," she retorted, standing before me fully dressed with her hair neatly done.

"Why are you so put together?" I inquired, eyeing her clothes and hair with wide eyes.

"Because it's 1 pm, and I've already eaten lunch, Nellie. You were impossible to wake up."

Oh, it was 1 pm. At least I slept in; I must have needed it. Shifting to sit at the edge of the bed with my hands on each side, I noticed a sweater in her dorm and headed towards it.

"I'll take this," I declared, putting on the Gryffindor Quidditch jumper.

"It's McLaggen's shirt, but sure," she remarked, and my gaze immediately shot to hers.

"Why on earth are Cormac's clothes here, Hermione?" I gave her a deadly stare, hoping my suspicions were wrong.

"Ron and Cormac happened to change, and I have not been sleeping with Cormac... I know that's what you thought." She rolled her eyes. "That you even thought that, I'm disappointed," she added before marching into her bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I just—" I began, but she cut me off.

"Nott asked for you," Hermione grunted, looking in the mirror as she continued to brush her hair.

"I said I didn't know where you were," she added, shifting her head to look at me.

"Thank God," I sighed. I didn't want them to know where I was; I just didn't have the energy to talk with them.

Hermione left the hairbrush on the sink counter and marched her way out of her bathroom.

"He is worried, I am actually surprised that he cares, didn't think Nott was a good person" She walked right past me and said that without any emotion.

I turned my body to look at her, but she was standing with her back against me.

"Why would you say that? You don't know him, Hermione. Why would you just assume things like that?" My voice was hushed, and my eyes were tired and sunken.

Hermione sighed audibly with her back turned towards me as she arranged her books on the shelf.

"No. Don't sigh like that. I want to know what you meant by that," I insisted, my voice rising, now the one expressing disappointment.

"Because he is... you know, a Nott," she replied, finishing the book arrangement and turning to face me. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the cold tension in the room.

"What do you mean he is a Nott? It's not like his name decides what type of person he is." I gave her a puzzled look.

"I see that you don't understand," she sighed again, mirroring my crossed arms.

"No, Hermione. I don't understand, and I would love it if you told me what the hell you are talking about," I pressed. Her gaze shifted away as she looked out the window, but when she resumed talking, her eyes met mine again.

"Names don't define your personality, but for Nott, it does. For Riddle and Malfoy as well."

Riddle? And Malfoy? What do they have to do with this?