hiraeth - d.m

three

Draco stood immediately once they walked in. Gwen was hesitant to walk into the room. It felt as though she were begging tugged, she thought maybe if she clawed the walls in attempt to leave she might be able to. It would be impossible to leave this room without any curiosity, albeit.

"What's going on?" Gwen asked abrasively. Madame Pomfrey hung her head slightly, and McGongall led Gwen to an arm chair that sat on the opposite side of the desk. McGongall rounded it and sat in her own seat.

"It's about your training, Gwen." Pomfrey sat in the other armchair, and nodded towards Malfoy, summoning him over to where they all sat.

"Therapy, you mean." Gwen's voice was harsh and impatient. "And what has Malfoy got to do with this?"

Draco shuddered slightly as he approached them. His hands dug into his pockets, but his jaw clenching and flexing slightly caught Gwens whole attention quite quickly.

"Well, as you know, legilimency is not a widely taught talent, and it's difficult to find someone who fit the criteria to tend to your certain situation." McGonagall began, interlocking her fingers and setting them atop her desktop. She cleared her throat once more. "Because we needed someone who was especially adept in the way of legilimecy that Professor Snape taught you, our options were limited. There were only ever two other students that learned his way of legilimency, Mr Malfoy being one of them."

Gwens eyes trailed hesitantly back to Draco, who still seemed to be enthralled with McGonagall. She practically burned holes in him she was staring so hard. She had fueled her ferocity with her irritation from the stair incident. The least he could've done was asked how she had gone along since the last time he saw her.

"Who was the other?"

The three others in the room exchanged looks, and McGonagall looked to Gwen finally.

"Harry Potter."

"So why is Malfoy here, and not Harry?" The room was fuzzy with confusion, most likely because they didn't expect Gwen to be asking so many questions. McGonagall opened her mouth as if she were about to speak but Malfoy cut her off.

"I offered to help. Potter didn't." If his voice were visualized it would look like the sharp edge of a piece of broken slate. Or water running over a smooth stone. His words sounded expensive. The tone of his voice dominated the attention in the room, so clearly that all other hums and funny noises in the room ceased.

Gwen nodded, then turned back to McGonagall.

"When are we beginning?"

"We've moved around your schedules and your first two hours will be dedicated to your training. Afterwards, you'll go about your day as per usual. If need be, we can take up more time, but for now it should be enough. We've put you both in an empty office, no distractions are better for easing the mind, but I will be right down the hall if you have an emergency." Pomfrey took the reigns, and her hand placed itself comfortably on the armrest of Gwens chair as she spoke. Her eyes darted between Madame Pomfrey, and the tall boy who stood nearly behind her. He was watching Pomfrey patiently. He still refused to even send Gwen a glance.

Her mind stalled for a moment, and back tracked through what Madame Pomfrey had said. The two of them, in an empty office. Guaranteed no distractions. Her stomach filled with butterflies nervously, she could practically feel her face turning red. Her ferocity decayed. Soon enough he couldn't pretend like she forgot about the battle, and the summer after. Soon enough he'd have to recognize they knew eachother.

"We've got no time to waste then, yeah?" Gwen shot up out of her seat, shrugging her shoulders up to ease the exhale that left her lips.

Before she knew it her and Draco were left in a musty old office. Alone. There was an awkward silence in the air. there was nothing in the room except for two armchairs, a desk chair, and a desk. Gwen walked in, swinging her arms slightly as she did. Her body froze when she heard the door lock. His footsteps stalled in front of the door, and as she turned around she saw that he seemed to be as uncomfortable as she was.