After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 2 Book 2

The Wanderers

Monday morning, before the sun is even up:

Hermione had been awake for almost two hours now. The first hour she spent getting ready for the day, the second hour she stood at the door with her hand on the knob, too scared to turn it. She didn't want to see him. He was going to be there, he was always there. Hermione closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned the door knob. He was sitting on the couch, reading. She walked to the middle of the room and paused.

"Good morning Malfoy." Hermione mumbled, in her strongest voice she could.

"Morning Granger." Malfoy said calmly. Hermione continued to walk towards the door. She waited for the portrait to open and let her through. The halls were empty, she was quite glad about it. Nobody would tell her how sorry they were for her and nobody would tell her what a git Malfoy was. Malfoy wasn't a git, he was just confused, just like she was. She looked at her parchment with her list of classes on it. Her first class was potions with Snape. Today was the day they finally got to do the Amortentia. Snape had been putting it off for a while because he didn't have the correct ingredients. She knocked on the door and opened it slowly. Snape was the only one in the room.

"Miss Granger, you realize its beyond early, correct?" Snape asked.

"I know, I'm just always up this early, today I just didn't want to be around my friends. I have to prepare my Muggle Studies class anyway." Hermione said softly as she sat in one of the front seats. Hermione smelled the air, naturally it smelled like Malfoy.

"Mhmm. And your reasoning for not wanting to be around your 'friends' is?" Snape asked.

"They're all trying to comfort me, it just makes it worse." Hermione said. Snape looked up from his notebook for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the book.

"Makes what worse?" Snape asked.

"I'm sorry, but professor, shouldn't we be focused on classes?" Hermione snapped. Now he looked up from his book and stared right at her. Hermione thought that look was designed for Harry only.

"Miss Granger, I'm the teacher, I ask questions, your the student, you answer them." Snape snapped back. Hermione looked down at her hands, she knew better than to snap at a teacher, especially if that teacher was Snape.

"Umm, Draco broke up with me." Hermione said softly. Snape looked back down at his notebook and wrote something down.

"Do you know what Draco means in Latin?" Snape asked. Hermione furrowed her brows.

"No." Hermione said.

"Do you know what Malfoy means?" Snape asked.

"No." Hermione repeated.

"Draco means Dragon, Malfoy means Evil trust. More specifically, Mal means evil and Foy means trust." Snape said.

"But sir, what does this have to do with anything?" Hermione asked.

"Dragon of Evil Trust, Miss Granger, Dragons are wise, they know most things. He may be evil, but that runs in his blood, is not his fault, trust, that is important. He is wise Miss Granger, trust him." Snape said. Hermione stared at the teacher at the desk. She didn't know how to respond. She held her breath as the door opened and another student entered. Four footsteps? Hermione turned to see Maya helping Solomon to his seat. Once Solomon was seated, Maya walked over to Hermione.

"I'm going to sit with Solomon today, just to make sure he's alright." Maya said. She put a hand on Hermione's shoulder and walked to where she had sat Solomon, she sat next to him. Hermione looked down at her parchments that she was supposed to be writing her Muggle Studies plan on. She sighed and started writing.

The Dragon of Evil Trust.

She closed her eyes for a moment to prevent tears from ruining her work. She started writing.

Potions class was fine, other than the constant glances she got from the other students. When Snape asked what the Amortentia smelled like to everyone. He gave special permission to her and Malfoy to not answer. Everyone else answered truthfully. Maya's smelled like the forest, and like her father, both her adopted one and Sirius. Pansy's smelled like some kind of cologne, Hermione didn't know who's it was but Maya burst out laughing. She had detention later that day with Snape, poor Maya. Scarlett's smelled like parchment, Hermione was pleased. Addison's smelled like brooms, and brooms cleaning supplies, and Quidditch matches. Hermione rolled her eyes at how well she would get along with Harry and Ron. Now Hermione was in Muggle Studies class, going along one by one to each student and letting them play a muggle song on their chosen instrument. A few students from other houses had joined the class, the room was almost too small. Maya's performance had to be Hermione's favorite. Maya had gathered a bunch of the Slytherins together and they learned Heart Attack. Hermione wanted to listen to that song constantly. Maya even sang.

"We should do a competition!" Pansy said after Maya finished.

"I can arrange that right now, iv got to find a bigger room if we're going to combine this class with other houses." Hermione said.

"I know of one." Solomon said.

"Yeah?" Hermione asked.

"Remember that room in the dungeons? Its nearly six times as big as this one." Solomon said.

"That's a great idea. I'll ask McGonagall." Hermione said.