One Summer's Influence
Chapter 4
Necessary Letters?
Mrs. Weasley sealed the letter with a flick of her wand.
It was the letter for the Grangers, the parents who Hermione had trusted for all her life, until now, that is. Of course Hermione had written something, just nothing special. More along the lines of Hey I'm at Ronald Weasley's. No, I haven't decided suicide. Contact me if you wish. Nothing the least personal in which she wrote, she probably wouldn't've even written anything at all if it weren't for Molly's constant nagging of showing the slightest proof of her stay so to not worry her simply endearingly loving parents. But then Mrs. Weasley finished the rest of the letter anyways.
Fuckers, try putting themselves in my place.
On with what had happened so far at the Burrow, there wasn't much going on at all for a truth.
Ron and Hermione would just hang out some time, no kisses or hugs at all, not even touching to say the least. Just a little quiet talk and frequent uncomfortable silence.
I'll just have to wait for Harry to come by, she thought.
She got up from the sofa she was sitting on and headed for the stairs to her bedroom.
Oh thank Merlin. The fucking bloody crapload has finally been finished.
He got up quickly from the chair and collapsed into his bed. Draco never really realised how much homework they actually had during the summer. But when it came for nothing to do, homework was easy as shit.
Five days at the Burrow, five days wasted on homework. Come to think of it, I don't think I'll need to give a fuck about it any more. What the fuck am I going to do for till September 1st now He asked himself.
Except for eating and sleeping, all Draco did now was think. Think, think, think, and think, and he was sick of it. The only thing that kept his mind off things was homework and some training to take out his what-little energy on. Meals came from Mrs. Weasley, but that would be the only time that he would probably ever talk.
That was until he had no more homework to lay his thoughts off of. Since he had a truce with the Weasel and his pitiful younger female sibling, Draco, for the the second time in his whole stay, slid out of his room and walked downstairs to listen on something, anything, that would keep his mind off things. Maybe he would even hear something about Granger, as it had become quite clear how unbelievably that she could even be a pureblood. And then there was Mother. Draco had tried to avoid this subject, but whoever heard of such dreadful a thing as their mother being murdered by their own husband?
Just as Draco stepped from the last stair, he bumped into someone. A light thud was heard and so it became obvious to Draco that he had knocked over someone.
"Sorry," he muttered apologetically, and reached out a hand to the person. He stared as he realized who it was.
"Well, you should at least be a little more careful, don't you think?" Hermione responded gruffily. But realization hit her in the face. Whoever she had been knocked over by was Draco Malfoy, and he had actually said sorry!
Not looking up, Hermione took the hand before her. Amazingly, it was warm and comforting, so unlike the ice and coldness she had expected. The brunette gratefully pulled herself up, happy that the hand had not been what she thought of. Draco was thinking the same thing and was staring at her intently for unknown reasons.
"Um...thank you," said Hermione, and she smiled still not looking up.
He saw her blush a light shade and saw that maybe the ex-mudblood wasn't that ugly after all.
At least she's a pureblood. Thank god I won't have to worry anymore.
He still remembered the thought he had on the train when thinking that the 'mudblood' was probably even more beautiful than a pureblood, meaning Pansy.
"How about in my room. It's quieter, and I don't want Ron or his parents to hear. You know how Ron would react..."
Draco was surprised at this as it became clear to him that Hermione trusted him well enough already to actually let him in her room. But he responded anyways.
"Where's your room?"
"In Fred and George's old room. Come, I guess you're the only one I have to talk to."
Draco took a hand and placed it on his chest. "A compliment from Granger." And they bothed laughed as they walked upstairs.
But Draco still saw the pain in Hermione's eyes.
A/N: Look, I know how it's a little too fast for them to trust each other. I can't promise that you'll understand, but read my next chapter though! I know exactly how slow I'm updating...so so so sorry to all who expected earlier. But keep reading! I promise for more chapters! –Forever Clueless
