antichrist // dramione

deux: unseen

hermione slipped in and out of consciousness, so much she could not determine what was real and what was a dream.

she heard the whispers of a frantic voice and the cold of the cloth upon her forehead. there was the screams of anxious females and the roars of angry wizards. she heard a word of reassurance and the touch of the compassionate. she most certainly dreamed the latter.

hermione soon came to and let out an agitated sigh. she lifted her arm wearily and rubbed her eyes, every motion making her head pound a little more. she finally opened her eyes, prepared to see the damp cell walls but was instead met with a bedroom. panic flooded her mind and she sat up quickly, clutching her head as her headache pains intensified. she used her other hand to make sure all her clothes were secure and that nothing was out of ordinary. hermione could not help but let out tears of relief after she checked herself. 

"you would be the last girl i would touch, granger." 

hermione's head whipped around to see draco lounging lazily in the loveseat across from the massive room. draco watched her with dull eyes as she tried to find some way out of the bed yet she could not no matter how hard she pushed.

"come on, granger, you don't think we're stupid do you? actually don't answer that. oh wait you can't."

he guffawed at his own joke as hermione sat on her heels and pushed her hair out of her face. all hope of being rescued was diminishing and the fear of having to live with the malfoy's and bellatrix forever quelled her to her bones. she slammed her fist into the invisible barrier that caused the whole room to shake. draco's eyes opened wide, his mouth agape seeing the items of the room tremble.

"did you just-" he looked at her for first time as an equal. "you still have power without a wand." he said in awe. it was the first shred of respect he had ever willingly given hermione. she glared at him as he stood up and walked to the bed, gawking at her like she was an animal. hermione flipped him off again. he snorted, causing hermione to make a confused face. his eyes crinkled a bit, the lines around his eyes from past laughs coming alive. hermione, for the first time during her captivity, made the attempt to look him in the face, to try to dissect what was different about him.

draco didn't flinch or move as they locked eyes, grey to brown. hermione wondered why she didn't look away but they stayed there, nose to nose, separated by the invisible barrier. his grey eyes were intense like the calm before a storm, hermione felt as though she could get lost in them. her brows pulled together, she couldn't put her finger on it but there was definitely something different. she moved her hand to touch his face but was once again met by the barrier. the movement seemed to have awakened draco from the trance they were both in because he moved back quickly.

"i can smell you through that barrier." he snapped. "i'll get a house elf to attempt to get that feral smell off of you, though i doubt a small shower would do the trick."

hermione watched him storm out of the room, wondering what the hell was wrong with Malfoy.