-Hermione-
Numb. I felt nothing but numb. The pain made me weak and all the screaming sore my throat. My body was tired and so was my mind. I. Was. Tired. I was done. I was over this and I refused to do it any longer. I simply refused. Then the cold metal of the blade stroke my skin and I? - I screamed.
I screamed.
“What the hell, Granger! Shut up and sleep, goddamn!”
Quickly I covered my mouth with my hand and shut my mouth as close as possible. Breathing unsteadily like a dying walrus the tears started streaming down my face, making it extra hard to calm down. I nodded agreeing.
He´s right, shut up and go back to sleep, love.
Shivering and still nodding like a lunatic I closed my eyes again just to find myself back at Malfoy Manor again. As quick as possible I opened my eyes widely, shutting myself up with my hand tightly pressed in front of my mouth.
As quiet as possible I reached for my boots and put them on what stopped the shivering a little. Good, apparently I was only cold, that could be fixed.
You know that´s not true.
Yes it was, I was only cold – nothing more. I should just go back to sleep, there was nothing bad about to happen if I did. Everything was just fine.
I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, closing my eyes in the process. See, there was nothing but darkness.
Keep telling yourself that, honey.
I stretched my neck a little as I had seen Harry do it when he was having a nightmare. It was nothing other than a stupid nightmare, nothing real. I gulped down the lump in my throat and rested my head on the cold pillow, closing my eyes once more.
It really couldn´t be that hard to sleep. I was tired and I needed my sleep, otherwise I wouldn´t survive the entire next day. But that was it – it was the only logical thing to do right now. Who was I becoming? Acting logically structured was my specialty and to be honest the only thing I admitted to be good at. So, considering a huge wave of fatigue had hit me and I had quite risky plans for the coming day for which I needed to be perfectly rested, the only consistent conclusion was to swallow my fears and go back to sleep.
Constantly I nodded into my pillow, a movement which strengthened the tiredness a lot…
“I don´t understand why you have to steal him clothes- he doesn´t need anything new.“, Ron groaned.
“Buy. And yes he does, he wore this shirt longer than a week now and in case you don´t burn to share your clothes with him-“, I argued, putting my hair into a bun.
“Yea but Hermione, do you have to go alone? Wouldn´t it be safer with one of us?”, Harry suggested pleadingly.
I knew none of my friends liked the idea of me leaving them for a whole day, accompanied by no one but Draco but I also knew how high the risk we were taking by this was and that we should keep our numbers as low as possible when entering the muggle world.
“With Ronald there would be killings next and that doesn´t really fit my plans. And you Harry- be honest, traveling with the chosen one doesn´t really heighten our chances.”
At that my friend sighed and nodded, he knew I was right. I smiled weakly at him, reassuring that I would be fine. I then hugged my friends goodbye, whispering to Harry that everything was going to be okay and promising Ronald that I would jinx Draco if he was trying anything stupid.
