It was odd really, one minute I was able to talk to my friends freely, without worrying that they would judge me, and the next, I was keeping to myself, trying with all my might not to be asked any questions, not to give any answers.
But, in a way it was understandable. The war changed so many people, muggle-born and pureblood. I didn't really no who to turn to in the end, and by that time, it was too late...
Hermione Granger sat in the library, trying to find more information on ancient spells that could help the order of the phoenix. It was rather late and, judging by the deep bags under the girl's eyes, she hadn't slept in a while.
At this time she was the only one in the library at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. It made her feel at peace, but then when that realization came up she noted that no-one else was at peace, they were all out there fighting, she had to get on with it.
School had changed greatly since Dumbledore died, their worrying parents pulled out many students, older students were fighting with the order, many teachers had become rather edgy and everyone was miserable.
The only thing that gave Hermione freedom was the library.
'…the many continuous rhymes that weave protection around the spell caster have now been proven unreliable. In the days where this magic was practised, imagination played the biggest part in it…'
For the third time that evening Hermione felt her eyes drooping shut at the bleary words in front of her.
Laying her head down on the desk she told her self a power nap was needed.
Pat…pat…pat. Jolting her head back up, Hermione peered around what she thought was the deserted library.
As far as she could see there was nothing there. Focusing her attention back onto her book she continued read.
'…To many, the imagination is a powerful thing, but to then withes and wizards of this precise time thought it more…'
nock…Nope! Hermione had definitely heard that. Marking her book, she slowly shut it and slipped it into her shoulder bag. She stood behind her chair and made for the door.
Crash…Pausing at the sound of breaking porcelain, she looked around again. This time the brown haired girl saw a faint light at the back of the library. Not sure what to do, she settled for taking a quick peek at whoever was there.
As she reached the back shelves she heard a small "Shit." And frowned in confusion.
To her surprise, when she looked around the shelf, she saw a very ragged looking Draco Malfoy frantically searching for something in one of the books he was reading. His pale brow creased in frustration.
Looking on at the odd scene, she didn't see the particles of dust fly up and hit her forcefully in the nose. Struggling hard to keep it quiet, she sneezed.
Malfoys head shot up, eyes widened in fear. He struggled to stand, but soon he made it to the spot Hermione was hiding.
"Granger? W…What are you doing here?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy." He flinched and then glared at her.
"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to." He spat at her. She rolled her eyes and muttered,
"Whatever, stupid death-eater." He caught her words and as she turned to leave he grabbed her wrist and forced her against the wall.
"Don't you ever call me that again. I am not one of them." Hermione widened her eyes in shock.
He released her and pushed off to settle back down amongst the pile of books strewn across the floor. Turning slightly, making to leave, she thought she heard him whisper two words. Wanting her to hear them, but scared what she would think.
"Help me!"