Hermione awoke the next morning still in a daze. She sat up on her bed, her head pounding, and her mind racing.
Was it all just a dream?
No... it couldn't have been... it was so... real.
She thought back to the previous night and remembered the dark room; the hidden people laughing. She remembered him standing in front of her. She could still feel his hand holding her arm, and his body heat as he stood clos.. Her heart fluttered as she thought about it but disgust soon followed.
Ignoring this feeling Hermione stood up and grabbed her robe. She picked up her wand and placed it in her pocket, hand brushed against something cold. She paused a moment, then took the mysterious object to inspect it. It was a vial. A purple vial.
Hermione thought for a moment and realized this was the vial the her old professor placed in her pocket the night before.
So it wasn't a dream.
She gazed at the vial, placing it on the desk beside her bed, and walked towards the door, stopping briefly to gaze at the liquid.
She walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, rubbing her temples, and praying to god that nobody was there. She wanted to get in and out without having questions on her whereabouts.
Hermione opened the door and silently swore.
Bloody Hell... just my luck.
The kitchen was packed with just about everyone in the house. Molly was scuttling around, cooking, and serving the order members, Harry was having what looked like a heated conversation with Ginny, and Ron was animatedly telling his brothers about his last mission and stuffing his face with his mothers food. At the far end of the table Arthur was talking with Kingsley, and Moody about the order's next steps. And then there was Remus. He sat alone, eating his breakfast peacefully. Hermione's heart jumped at the sight of him.
Should I go over there? Or wait until he notices me.
Remus looked up at her and smiled, his eyes making contact. They were warm, and caring. Then his gaze drifted a bit and his smile faultered, if only slightly. Suddenly she was startled by a women passing her.
"Morning Hermione." It was Tonks. His wife. Jealousy surged through Hermiones veins as Tonks sat beside Remus, kissing him on the head.
She scolded herself for thinking these thoughts, but as she watched, she noticed something strange. Although Remus' smile remained there, his eyes showed something different. Something like reluctance. Something like regret.
"Would you like something to eat dear? A cup of tea perhaps?" Molly asked her, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to reality.
"Er... no thank you," Hermione smiled. "Im... not hungry anymore."
She turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen. With only one pair of eyes watching her as she left.
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