Something Undefined

The Lunch

Getting ready went by in a frenzy and Hermione was still at odds with her instincts. How can she possibly even think of what she had seen, no matter if it was just one of her dreams. Nah... this can't... no... shouldn't.... actually must not be happening.

The daily excitement of breakfast in the Great Hall as the same as usual. No one came to realise the inner kaleidoscope of emotions Hermione possessed that morning. The time being the beginning of the year, packed with new opportunities and adventures, almost everyone was busy in their own business. Harry and Ron were very keenly trying to observe Seamus's new magic manoeuvre. Ginny and Lavender were playing Wizards Cards. Dean and Neville were somehow changing subjects between Quidditch and Herbology. This meant that Hermione was sitting all by herself. Her eyes fixed on the bowl of Popping Porridge in front of her. Without notice, her eyes averted to the Head Table in search of someone she wanted to look at. Her act's result was only to find that pair of dark, deep black eyes looking back at her. She hesitated and wanted to look away, to-to feel sorry and apologise but she held his gaze. Why? She didn't know. She kept looking as if they were some kind of portal which she could enter and always be in a paradise of her own, a utopia where she would find only sacred care and affection. But she forced herself to look down and her body followed her commands.

With just a single word 'Why???' for herself in her mind she continued to munch on her breakfast.

The bell was about to ring for the first class and the occupants of the Great Hall were flocking out slowly. Hermione was one of the few last ones to be finished. As she was about to rise in her seat, she sensed a shadow looming over her. Her eyes met that same tantalizing gaze from before.

Her words stuck in her throat.
'Good morning, Miss Granger.'
'Good morning, professor,' Hermione somehow managed to utter. She very well knew that the man in front of her was one of the most perfect occlumens in the world and thereby she feared if he'd somehow read her mind.

'As you see, Miss Granger, that you and two of your baboons of a best friend were rewarded with a detention by me.
As for those two, the work of scrubbing the Greenhouses has been assigned. For the students of my own house, I've already made them pay for their deeds...'
Hermione doubted that.
'... that leaves you for me to handle. You are to meet me in my office during the afternoon lunch and we shall continue from their.'
He turned on his heels to leave.

'What task should I prepare myself for, Professor?' said Hermione before he could go away.

'You'll come to know.'

And then he left. Call it her imagination or believe it to be the reality, but Hermione saw the slightest of a smirk lingering on his face.

Only fate knew what was going to happen.

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