When Hermione Fights

The Will Reading

Chapter beta: Olivia

Chapter translator: Aivy

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I stood in front of the cupboard and stared with a certain disbelief at the masses of clothes. I couldn't possibly decide what to wear on such an occasion.

Black. Okay, and what could I wear of this? No, all black was for funerals. I didn't want black. He wouldn't have wanted that. Then I found it all of a sudden.

It was an airy hooded dress. That would spare me a cloak because I didn't want to wear one in this weather, I would have felt constricted. The colour was a muted petrol and it was a simple wrap dress with small sleeves, falling slightly over the knee in length. The hood would cover my face well because it fell far into my face. Perfect!

In addition, I loosely tied up my hair. The outfit was completed by pumps in the same colour as the dress. They had only a small heel and I had chosen these with care as I could already see it in front of me how I was allowed to chase after Snape's sweeping steps. Touched up with discreet makeup, I would look very noble and be appropriately dressed for the occasion.

When I came out of the door, Draco took me by the hand and turned me admiringly around in front of him.

"You look fantastic, darling. A jewel of our House. Simple, but noble," he praised me. At the same time, he showed himself to be very worried, laying a hand to my cheek. "How do you feel today?" Goddess, the two were so much alike!

"I am glad that you like my appearance. I feel well. A day of rest has done me good. I feel on top of the world again," I affirmed while we started walking holding hands.

"Is it all right or is it a burden for you that you have to go there today?" he asked reluctantly. It still didn't suit him.

"No, neither. I'm actually rather glad that I can finally finish this story," I explained, trying to reassure him.

"I understand - I really mean that! - and I know I overreacted the other day in regard to Black. The situation takes getting used to for me, too," he admitted apologetically. Wow, I didn't expect that and so I grabbed his arm tighter.

"Draco, let's not talk about this anymore. Forgiven and forgotten ... I have another small request. I'll have to leave with you tonight because I want to take Him to the cottage," I whispered conspiratorially as we walked down the hallways for breakfast.

"Um, okay. It was agreed that you'd get him. Of course, I will accompany you. I'm going to wait invisibly outside. When you come out, I'll apparate. I'll take the others to the garden you raved about so much so you'll have time to talk to him and I'll get my entrance.

"I don't think I've been in such a good mood for quite some time! Thank you, Hermione," he teased me good-naturedly. "I will inform Father shortly before we leave that we will spend the night away from home," he perfected our plan.

"Thank you, Draco. I also think that the evening will have some surprises in store," I whispered with unease, because I too was nervous and excited. In addition, I worried a little about how Harry would react. Would he forgive me?

"He'll go nuts, but I'm really looking forward to that," Draco's spiteful side came through.

I groaned loudly at Draco's statement because nothing would ever change between the two. Meanwhile, we stepped through the folding doors and towards the lavishly decorated table. We stopped briefly when caught sight of Snape, as always dressed in dark robes and looking grumpy, sitting on the right side of Lucius. Lucius, on the other hand, wore silver-grey today and his hair was braided. I practically froze when I noticed the malicious smile that Lucius wore.