The Quiet Before The Storm- A Dramoine Story

17. Salvation

Hermione's POV:

I stayed with Ginny over the weekend. I wondered if Malfoy thought of my stare at all. Did he think I was a coward for running away from the room? Was he thinking that he affected me? How does it matter to you? My brain hissed at me. That's right. Why should it bother me? It's not like I have feelings for him or anything. He's just hot that is all.

I sat up in my bed and looked around. I was at Ginny's, sleeping on my bed. Ginny was on her bed, drooling into the pillow. I put my head into my hands. I thought he was hot? What was wrong with me? He's a bully and I hated him. Why was I even thinking of him?

I think you know why... my subconscious raised her eyebrows at me. No I didn't! I had no clue!

Keep trying to convince yourself. Now, she was sneering at me.

I got out of the bed and stepped into the bathroom. I splashed my face with water and looked into the mirror.

"You hate Malfoy!" I whispered at my reflection.

Sure, say that aloud 50 more time. Then, maybe, you will believe it. My subconscious taunted.

I huffed and walked out to see Ginny sitting up and yawning. I glanced at the clock and had a mini heart attack. It was 8 in the morning, Monday morning!

I bade Ginny goodbye and rushed to my common room. I quickly packed my bag and brushed through the bird's nest that was my hair. Once it looked a bit tamed, I glanced at my watch and sighed. Fifteen minutes had gone in taming this wild bush. I walked out of my room to see Malfoy lying leisurely on the couch. He glanced up at me and gave a smirk in my direction.

"Morning, Granger. Long-time no see."

"Why do you care?" I snapped. Seeing his face had made the hatred all come back.

"Well, we are A) roommates so when you go missing, I wonder if there is a meeting or something and B) You and I are supposed to be working on things together and you go ahead and ignore me for two days straight? I do not like that."

I looked down sheepishly. I had completely forgotten about the letter after I told Ginny. My mind had been occupied with other images. I cringed inwardly. I wasn't going to let Malfoy know anything!

"Well, for your kind information, I was seeking help. Ginny just promised to think over it.'

"You told the Weaslette? Why would you tell others?"

"Because, Malfoy, she is my best friend. Involving her is only helpful. You did tell Blaise Zabini didn't you. Besides she was there when I got Pansy's letter too. She deserves to know."

Malfoy sighed. "Fine no problem. As long as she helps figuring out what the hell that whore is up to."

I winced and started walking towards the door. Malfoy didn't snap or be rude once. It didn't even anger him much when I mentioned that Ginny knows. He was being sweet, in Malfoy-dictionary meaning of sweet anyway. What was happening? Is this some kind of trap?

My hand froze on the door handle. Trap. What if? I turned around and looked at Malfoy as it dawned upon me. It was all a trap!

"Granger? What is wrong?"

"It was, wasn't it?"

"What? Granger? Are you, OK?"

"I figured it out," I breathed out. "Pansy, the letter she sent you. The last one was too sweet. Too soft. And it wouldn't burn."