Hermione walked out of the girls' dormitory, her eyelids were heavy and she felt like she was going to fall asleep any minute now. She walked over to Harry who was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, he was reading the paper. "Hi," Hermione mumbled as she slid down in the chair next to him.
Harry looked up at Hermione with a small smile attached on his lips, but the smile faded when he saw Hermione's exhausted look. "Hermione, is everything alright? You look…" he trailed of as Hermione smiled kindly towards him.
"I'm fine; I just didn't get any sleep tonight. I was up studying," Hermione answered. Harry looked relived that there was noting wrong. Hermione knew that she could tell Harry about the dream and he'd understand, seeing as he's been having dreams himself. But she wasn't ready to share it, not yet.
"Have you read the paper yet" Harry asked, gesturing at the paper in his lap.
"No, why?" Hermione answered as she took the paper that Harry held out for her.
"Middle page," Harry said as he watched her look through the pages. When she got to the middle page she read the headline.
Narcissa Malfoy dead
The day before yesterday, Narcissa Malfoy was found dead in her house. The cause of death has yet to be established. There are some signs that indicate the use of Avada Kedavra, but there are still some signs that are unclear.
Narcissa's husband, Lucius Malfoy, is currently in custody. The ministry of magic has been searching through the Malfoy manor to for any evidence that may connect Lucius or someone else to the murder...
Hermione stopped reading there and looked up at Harry. Somewhat shocked but still, this explained so many things, her dream, Draco's behaviour. She stood up and handed Harry the paper again "I gotta go," she blurted out before leaving the common room and a confused Harry behind. Hermione just needed some peace and quiet to think through everything that had happened. She was worried, not about Malfoy though, about herself. She didn't understand why she had had that dream, was something happening to her? Sure, Harry had had dreams about Voldemort, but that was only because they had a connection with each other. But she didn't have any connection with Malfoy what so ever, so why did these dreams come to her?
Almost the whole day had gone by and Hermione was relieved to not have seen any sign of Malfoy. He was just too much to handle right now. She had decided to continue the rest of their assignment, so she had been spending most of the sunny noon and afternoon in the library while everybody else was outside enjoying themselves.
Hermione heard a noise from behind and turned around to see what it was that had disturbed her. She saw Mrs Norris sitting on a book that she had just pushed down of the shelf, Hermione rose to her feet and walked over there to pick up the book which made Mrs Norris hiss. Hermione grabbed her books and walked out of the library slightly frightened of the cat. She couldn't help it; she just found it weird and scary somewhat, just like its owner.
She walked up the stairs, she felt her body collide into something, or more like someone. The person she had run into fell backwards and pulled her with. She was about to apologize when she heard the familiar words, "Bloody hell, Granger."
Her eyes widened in shock when she realized who she was lying on top of, she tried to rise to her feet but her ankle hurt too much. She must have hurt it in the fall, and she sunk back onto Draco's body and rolled of off him instead of rising to her feet. Hermione rubbed her ankle and mumbled out a small, "Ow."
She heard Draco talk again, he had now rose to his feet, "Are you hurt, Granger?" She simply nodded and continued to rub her ankle.
"Good," he said and started to walk away.
"I know what happened to your mom but it doesn't give you a reason to be more of a self-righteous pig then you already are." Draco stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"You have no right to talk to me that way you filthy Mudblood."
Hermione could feel the anger bubble beneath her chest. "That's it. I'm not taking this anymore, I've stood up with your name bashing for years now, but I won't anymore." Hermione rose to her feet's ignoring the aching pain in her ankle, she slowly started walking towards Draco pointing her finger at him. "You have no right to talk to me like that. But I have all the right in the world to talk to you that way." She was now only inches away from him, his back was pressed against the wall, eyes widened in shock.
Hermione shook her head and walked away from him. "You're not even worth it" She bent down and grabbed her books from the floor, making a grimace in pain as her foot twisted slightly. Before walking away she said, "By the way, I finished our assignment," not even bothering to turn around to face him.