Chapter Four

Hermione sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. She took off her bracelet as she didn't feel like wearing the piece. She took a deep breath. She could do this. She'd just go to classes and refuse to think about them. About their death. About Ron. About Malfoy. She'd wipe her mind and forget. As easy as saying Obliviate. She grabbed her wand and book bag and headed out the door. The young woman went down to the Great Hall and sat beside Ginny. Ginny looked at Hermione in surprise and greeted her warily.

"Hey Hermione."

"Hello Ginny."

"Are you oka—"

"Please don't ask."

Ron came in with Harry. Harry planted a kiss on Ginny's cheek and didn't look at Hermione. Hermione looked down at her lap. Ron came over to Hermione, his eyes filled with guilt, his features droopy and miserable.

"Hermione about last night, I'm can't explain how sor—"

"Leave me alone. Get the hell away, I don't care if you're sorry or not."

Ginny looked back and forth between the two. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Ron muttered, sitting across from Ginny, which left Harry sitting across from Hermione. Hermione could feel Harry's gaze but didn't look up. She stared at the food that appeared on her plate, not feeling hungry whatsoever.

"Oi Hermione, if your not going to eat that could—OW!" Ron yelped as Ginny kicked him on the shin, giving him an icy glare. Ron shut up and started wolfing down his food, occasionally glancing at Hermione. Ginny tried to make conversation with Harry but eventually became quiet and ate. Hermione got up, her squeaky bench breaking the awkward silence and ran off to the library. She hid behind a bookshelf, tears pouring down her cheeks. Why'd they have to die? Why'd Ron have to be a prat? Why'd she have to yell at Harry? Why'd Malfoy have to be Head Boy? Why, why, why.

Malfoy stared at the brunette from across the room in Potions, deep in thought, ignoring Pansy who was desperately trying to get his attention. He trailed his fingers along his wand in his pocket absentmindedly. Class was dismissed and he got up abruptly and walked swiftly out of the room.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry declared out loud agitatedly.

Ron didn't reply, his mouth full of food. Harry glared at his friend.

"What happened last night with you and her?"

"Mmfh hmfh schruff hmmfh." Ron said.

"What?"

Ron swallowed. "Long story short, I was drunk and tried to er...take advantage of her." He replied, his face red.

"YOU WHAT!" Ron didn't reply and just looked down. "RON! I DON'T BLAME HER FOR NOT SPEAKING TO YOU!"

"Shut it, people are looking." Ron muttered.

"I DON'T CARE." Harry got up and left to go look for Hermione.

Draco was relaxing on the couch in the living room after supper, when he heard angry voices from the corridor. He got up curiously and put his ear to the door, listening.

"—CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU WENT FOR THE HORCRUXES WITHOUT ME!"

"Hermione, we didn't want to bother you, you wouldn't speak to us anyway during the summer."

"On the brighter side, we found and destroyed the cup and the locket! We just need something of—"

"SHUT IT!"

Draco heard footsteps coming towards the door and bolted to the couch, laying down just as Hermione came in, her face a deep red. Malfoy smirked and opened his mouth to say something but Hermione held up a hand.

"DO. NOT. I OUGHT TO CURSE YOU RIGHT NOW, BUT I DON'T WANT TO WASTE MY ENERGY ON FILTH."

With that, gripping her wand tightly, Hermione went into her bedroom slamming the door behind her. Draco smirked widely and called after her.

"What the bloody hell is up your arse!"

The young man snickered as he listened to the slew of obscenities his rival sent his way.

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