Red Roses and Silver Rings

Chapter Fifteen - Hermione!

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It was all Hermione could think about over the weekend. Me either. What could he mean by that?

Her worries growing as she thinks about his potential regret. What if this makes things worse between them? Her shame coming back when she realised that she didn't make him orgasm. He was so stiff when it had ended, like he regretted it before it even finished and that was what made Hermione so embarrassed.

Sometimes it blew her mind that she would even let him touch her. Or that he would want to touch her. She always thought it was funny how time can heal wounds and change things between people, whether that change is bad or good.

She can't ignore the feeling she gets when he's in the same room. Even if he is in one of his moods, she just can't ignore it. A feeling of tingles everywhere. Her body heat is elevated to the max. She knows the feeling of being attracted to someone but this... it's a hundred times more anything she's ever felt for anyone.

The sudden familiar wave of tiredness falling upon her, she decides to go to back to her dorm. Packing up all of her books into her bag. She thinks whilst she walks. From Draco to Harry, from Harry to Ginny, to all of her friends.

Getting back into the room it is pitch black and completely silent, no trace of another individual being there. Confusion warps up Hermione's face as she tries to think as to why Draco wouldn't be there but she couldn't think of anything.

Deciding it's nothing major, she makes her classic hot chocolate and tucks herself into bed with a good book. Escaping all of the issues she may have faced today and being ready for the ones tomorrow.

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Hermione is woken up eight hours later to a squeaking noise and sharp things standing on her chest. She screams when she opens her eyes to see a wide-eyed owl staring right back at her, letter in mouth.

Trying to come to her senses, she sits up and rubs her eyes, blocking her eyes from the high amounts of light oozing from her windows. Once she is seated, she looks to the owl again, taking out the parchment from its beak. The owl squeaking in happiness when she does so.

Yawning, she opens the unexpected letter.

Hermione,

Sorry if I woke you.

You need to get down here right now. There as been a major set back in our plans to beat you know who.

Please come to my office immediately.

Professor McGonagall.

Gasping in fright, she whips herself up, completely forgetting about the owl and frighting the poor thing. She stalks over to her window sill and grabs a couple of treats to say thank you and sorry.

After the owl is fed and back to McGonagall, Hermione is rushing putting her clothes, not even realising she had put on miss-match socks. She grabs her bag with anything she could have ever needed. She had learnt very well in the war what happens when you are not prepared but now she is always ready and prepped for anything.

She opens her door, not even thinking or looking for Draco and runs down the halls of the large school, down to the office.

"Hermione! So glad you made it. Now sit." McGonagall states, her tone firm and demanding, making her wary of what could happen next.

"What is it, Professor? Did something bad happen?" Her tone is shaky and her heart is racing, she watches as the old woman sits down on her chair, face as pale as snow.

"A lot," she begins. "In the last couple of weeks three Muggleborn houses have been targeted. We thought that your theory could be true and that he would start hurting anything non-pureblood more incessantly. And that was the case until last night when a pureblooded household was attacked." She explains, watching Hermione.

She nods slowly, leaning back into her chair and taking in this information. "So what does this mean?"

"It means that it's not just you under threat anymore, it's everyone. Any living thing, animal or human, it could be hurt by him, or even killed. We need to be ready, Hermione. We cannot have a repeat of this year. I'm not sure the school would hold up another load of abuse from the death eaters. There's so much damage still to be repaired and it ended almost four months ago." McGonagalls tone was upsetting Hermione more.

She sounded so upset and tired. So fed up and angry of all the bad people in the world doing horrible and horrific things to people and getting any with it.

She had never really understood the world's obsession with pure and non pure bloods. She found it ironic that Tom Riddle was so against Muggleborns and half bloods when he wasn't even a full pure blood himself.

She walks back to her dorm with a concerned expression on her face. Barely replying to the people saying hello to her. She couldn't believe how low Voldemort could go. Murdering innocent people all because Harry was alive and he hadn't thought this far.

She slams her dorm door and throws her bag on the floor. Screaming of anger and frustration. All of her pain coming up and out of her chest as her screams turn into cries and she falls to the floor. The pain cutting through her body, begging anyone to make it stop. The mark on her arm burning in agony. Thanking herself for putting a silencing charm on the room so she could have this moment with no shame.

Her cries don't settle as she thinks about Harry and all the pain he experienced and is continuing to experience. She feels heated anger and aching. Desperate to destroy Voldemort and anything he ever could have wanted. To bring it down and let him die and never be seen again.

"Granger?"