"You don't have a clue."
I don't?
She glanced at me with her blaming eyes and uttered the words:
"You don't have a clue."
I don't?
But I do.
I have all the clues about it.
I was there when he died, I was injured and I bled to death. And she tells me I don't have a clue about how she feels? How her mother feels?
How insolent.
She ran her sweaty fingers along the wall and they left a faint trace behind them. Then she looked at me again.
"She's getting worse." Yeah, I know, she was killing me the last time we met.
"I really don't know what to do." She sat on a chair, burried her face in her hands and sighed heavily. For a second, I thought she was falling down from the chair.
"Did she scare you?" She looked up and whispered.
"No."
No?
Liar...
She nodded her head and sighed again.
"Harry's getting worse too."
Harry... my heart squeezed and secreted the heavy poison of sorrow into my chest once again. Harry. is. a. fool.
"Hermione, why did this happen to us?" Her eyes searched my face for a convincing answer.
I shook my head and sent my dirty curls dancing mockingly around my face, I really really didn't have a clue about this one.
She sighed and stood up.
"Hermione, I'm really sorry that I slammed you with that door, I'm sorry..." She looked at me timidly. I nodded and smiled lamely.
"And I'm sorry about what my mother said... she no longer knows what she's doing..." She shook her head slightly.
"I have to go now, she's alone... you know..." Yes I know, she might try to kill someone else. The thought sent shivers down my spine.
She kissed me on my cheek and turned on her heal to go, but suddenly stopped.
"Hermione." She turned back and looked at me, then squinted her eyes and wrinkled her brow, like she was trying to see through me, as if I was something semi-translucent.
"Harry said something about you..."
Harry... is a fool.
"...and Malfoy last night..."
No.
"What were you doing in his room?"
I hate this question.
I stared at her, contemplating whether I should tell her or keep the secret? It wasn't like we were doing something forbidden, but... I didn't want her to know. I didn't want her to think I was an idiotic romantic...
ROMANTIC? Did I just say that?!
She quirked her eyebrows patiently.
"C'mon 'mione, you have to tell me." It was weird, she was smiling, a genuine and sweet smile. Not one of those tearful types she'd used to give everyone since Ron's death. She leaned closer to me.
"Is there something between you two?" She whispered the question in a way that made my heart skip a beat. No, no definitely there wasn't.
"Is he a spy?" She straightened up and chuckled mirthfully.
"I don't trust him." She wrinkled her nose then beamed.
I don't either.
"But if you trust him, I'll trust him blindly." She chuckled again and her voice resonated in the empty room. "Because I believe in you Hermione." She smiled and nodded her head approvingly. Then waved and left me alone, her fiery head vanishing behind the wooden door.
But the thing is, I don't trust him, I don't even think I know him.
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I was gathering my books when someone knocked on my door.
"Come in..." My voice reluctantly got out of my throat.
The door creaked open and the young mediwitch's head came into view.
"Are you ready Miss Granger?"
I looked at my things scattering around the room. A lump rose to my throat.
"I'm not." I almost mouthed the words, the lump wouldn't let my voice get out.
She pressed her lips together impatiently.
"I can help you if you want." She offered, looking displeased by my painstaking attention to gathering my books.
I shook my head and looked back at my things. My stomach knotted painfully.
I heard her sigh and close the door.
I closed my eyes and wished that time would stop flying.
Just didn't want to go home...
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The mediwitch almost shoved me in the green flames.
"Say your destination's name."
Thanks for reminding me.
I tried to open my mouth but my lips were stubbornly glued together. The Mediwitch's eyelid twitched angrily.
"You want to go to Diagon Ally, right?"
Thanks for reminding me again.
Leaky Cauldron, I wanted to shout it, but all that escaped my lips was a muffled whimper, as if my words had passed through thick layers of cloth.
The mediwitch shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her arms.
I tried to shout again, I wanted to scream and leave the hospital as soon as I could. But the thought of me sitting alone in my livingroom had clutched my throat and wouldn't let me say anything.
The mediwitch rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to say something...
"I want to see Malfoy."
This time, my voice was as clear as ever.
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My pale hands slowly knocked on his door, I could feel my knees trembling. I closed my eyes and wished he wouldn't hear me knock.
Just didn't want to be alone with him ever again...
"Come in." His reluctant drawl from beyond the door showed me that he wasn't looking forward for anyone's presence... and it just made everything worse. I took in a deep breath and turned the doorknob and stepped in...
The empty bed was neatly made and sunlight had made it's white sheets glow. I stared at it for some seconds, mesmerized by it's simple beauty. But a scornful sound from Malfoy's throat reminded me that I was right in front of him.
I could see his creepy shadow from the fringe of my eye, coloring the dirty white floor a vague gray. He was rocking his right foot.
He made another incoherent sound, as if trying to chuckle or laugh.
I sighed tiredly.
"You're not the only one who has forgotten how to laugh, Malfoy." I spat the words and turned my head and the confused look on his face met my eyes. He stopped rocking his foot immediately and frowned.
He was... messy, messy and dirty, and pale, like a ferret...
"What..." He croaked, then cleared his throat.
"What are you doing here?" This time his drawl was clear and strong.
I sighed again. "Nothing..." I shrugged, not having anything else other than the truth to tell him.
He looked confused once again. "Then what are you doing here?"
He was taken aback by his own smart question and looked confused even more. He really was... a baffled ferret... so lost and so funny.
We were silent for some seconds, maybe the humor was too high for us to grasp it.
And then it happened, I couldn't help it. It was weird, and fun and pleasant, laughing loudly from deep inside your heart. One of those laughes that leaves you shedding tears of mirth and feeling light like a feather swaying in wind.
And God, I really needed something like a good laugh, at least it would encourage me enough to go back to my dreadful house.
I clutched my stomach and inhaled in a short wheeze as my lungs struggled to find oxygen. Laughing at Malfoy when he looked confused and upset wasn't a very clever idea. So I looked up at him, expecting to see him sneering or smirking, I even thought I would get a nasty comeback or something. That was why his pale smile made me yelp in surprise.
A/N: Wow, I've been away for soooooo looooong, I know... I know, but it's school and we had a lot of homework to do and it's my last year and... so on...
Sorry! That's all I have to say. Hope this short chapter was apology enough! I'll update sooner, I promise.
And don't forget to review, thank you.
