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Lady of the Wood: Chapter 6

With the exception of Dobby, who brought her her meals, Hermione spent the majority of the weekend in bed with the drapes closed. Ginny came to inquire about her health for the boys around lunch time on Saturday, but when Hermione responded with a vicious declaration of it being 'that time of the month' the Weaslette didn't dare to approach her again. But there was one person she knew she couldn't get rid of so easily.

Malfoy.

He had been sending letter after letter trying to get an explanation about Friday night. Hermione wasn't sure what all he had saw, but the little jolt she had given him was more than enough to have him wanting to know more. His letters were very much like the previous one.

We need to talk.

Where are you?

You can't hide forever.

Short and to the point. Hermione didn't want to talk. She just wanted to sleep. Friday night's vision had given her plenty to think about and the power it took to refuse it entry had been more than her body could bare.

Unlike most Elves who spent the first century of their lives gaining control and stamina to wield their powers, Hermione had been hiding in the muggle and wizarding world since she was eleven. It's hard to practice being an elf when she wasn't allowed to be one. Sure she was the best in her year in the wizarding world, but compared to other elves her age, her stamina was that of a five year old, years behind where she should have been.

Needless to say, fighting a vision off when she didn't have enough magic to even glamour herself properly had her thoroughly exhausted. Hiding in her bed had been her only options. She couldn't even bring herself to find the energy to hide her ears. The hair she could have explained. A simple straightening charm, but pointed ears? Not bloody likely. In her opinion the vision hadn't been worth it.

At first as she rushed out of the library the images had been chaotic. Coming way too fast for her to make out much of anything. But while she blindly moved through the corridor, before ducking in an empty class room the images started to come together.

Quidditch tryouts.

All that fuss over bloody Quidditch tryouts. Who really cared that Ginny would make the team or that Cormac was going to beat Ron out as Keeper? Though, she really should do something about that or she would be hearing about it every game till graduation. It made her wonder about her ability to see the future.

Did her mother have this same issue? The Galadhrim were the only line of elves that had the ability to see beyond the end of their noses. There wasn't really anyone else she could ask. So Monday morning before any one in her dorm was up, Hermione snuck into the bathroom to take in the damage from the weekends lie in and gapped at what she saw.

Merlin she should sleep for two days more often.

She hadn't replaced the glamour yet and she had to say she couldn't have looked better. Her skin had returned to the normal translucent tone that was found in most Wood Elves faces and as she brushed a hand through her shinier than normal hair, she frowned. Maybe she should stop washing her hair so much.

"Hermione is that you in there?" Lavender's voice called out to her through the bathroom door.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Everyone was saying how it was unusual for you to be out of the library so long." Hermione groaned, she shouldn't have said anything. Once you got Lavender going she never stopped. "You know if you just had cramps you could have gone to Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she would have given you something."

"Really Lavender, I'm fine now." She looked in the mirror and in a spur of the moment used her rejuvenated magic to change her ears, but left everything else the same. With a satisfied smile at her rounded ears, she turned to the door.

"You know you really should get out more Hermione. You'll never get a boyfriend being cooped up in the library all the time. I know you want to be smart, but you can't just rely on your brains for everything. I mean look at me…" Hermione swung open the door startling Lavender in mid rant. Hermione smiled at the stunned expression on Lavender's face and pushed passed her into the bedroom.

Silence was all that could be heard throughout the dorm room as everyone stared at her. Hermione smirked as she got dressed, for once she enjoyed being center of attention. Clothes in place, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

The girls weren't the only ones that were surprised by her new look. As she walked into the Great Hall all eyes turned towards her. For Hermione there was only one pair of eyes that mattered and they were boring right into her.

As she sat down at the Gryffindor table it was like someone had pressed the play button on a T.V. remote, because everyone started talking again at once. The boys around her watched as she served herself up some bacon and eggs and as Hermione brought her fork to her mouth she paused to look at Gryffindors still staring.

"What?"

Harry closed his mouth with a snap and turned back to his food. Ron on the other hand wasn't so smooth. He didn't even bother to swallow the food in his open mouth.

"What happened to you?"

"Ron!" Harry glared at him.

The red head shrugged, "What? It's not like you weren't thinking the same thing."

Hermione placed her fork down and turned to the students who had stopped eating to listen in on her answer. Her eyes fixed on the grey eyes one table away from her. He quirked a brow at her clearly waiting for her answer.

"It's just a charm Ronald. Lots of girls use hair charms." She flipped her straightened hair over her shoulder and started to eat her breakfast.

"I think you look really good, Hermione."

"Thanks, Neville." She smiled at the shy boy and her eyes flicked over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was gone.

"Granger."

Her fork clattered on the plate at the sound of Malfoy's voice. The chatter around her lowered to hushed whispers. Merlin she hoped he wasn't going to make a scene.

She turned in her seat, her brown eyes meeting stormy grey. He was angry. How she knew that already was beyond her, but it didn't keep her from visibly flinching at his gaze.

"Malfoy?"

"We need to talk." Hermione grimaced when the girls around her giggled and some even ooh'd at Malfoy's words. Seemed like they thought she was either going to get cursed or a shagging of a lifetime. Either way it definitely looked like there was something going on between them and she knew by the look on Harry and Ron's face that it wouldn't be so easy to brush this one off.

"Fine." Eyes on him, she followed Malfoy out of the Great Hall and into an empty class room.

Before he could do it himself, Hermione shut the door and locked it with a flick of her hand, gaining her a look from Malfoy. She ignored his unspoken question and sat down at one of the desk, one leg crossed over the other. She wasn't going to offer up any information he didn't explicitly ask for.

Malfoy leaned against the desk across from her and Hermione almost smiled. He was trying so hard to understand her and whatever he was thinking couldn't be further from the truth. It seemed that his anger had diffused a bit since they had gotten to the classroom.

"How did you do it?"

Eyes locked on his, Hermione smiled innocently, "Do what?"

Malfoy's eyes hardened at her answer, "Don't fucking play with me Granger. What was that Friday night? How did you shove me away without a word? Was it wandless magic? And why haven't you responded to any of my notes? What's with the new look?"

A part of Hermione that was worried about what he had seen that night completely relaxed at his last question. Her glamour hadn't dropped then. Good.

"Like I told Ron, Malfoy. It's a hair charm, plenty of girls in our year use them." Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest, the movement pulled the material of his shirt tight against it. Hermione was proud to say she had control enough of her hormones not to drool.

"Fine. A hair charm. That doesn't answer my other questions."

Hermione jerked her eyes from his distracting chest up to his eyes. "I'm not sure I have to answer that. As far as I'm concerned you can bugger off." Before she couldn't finish her sentence Malfoy had crossed the room and placed his arms on either side of her, effectively blocking her in.

"You aren't leaving this class room until you tell me what the fuck is going on!"

The breath in her throat caught as his face became inches away from hers. If he hadn't been threatening her she would have thought he was going to kiss her. The disappointment she felt when he didn't surprised even her.

"I didn't feel like it. Had a headache. Wandless magic. Happy?" She pushed her face close to his, the movement caused him to retreat some unless he planned on kissing her. The sat there eyes focused on the other, neither one willing to look away first. Then the bell signaling breakfast was over tolled and they both looked away from the other towards the sound.

"Not remotely, but since you refuse to cooperate we will reconvene this little chat to a later time." Malfoy stepped away from her and she did a little happy dance in her mind that he had backed away first.

A sigh of relief escaped her as Malfoy made his way to the door. Not wanting another argument she unlocked it just as his hand touched the knob, her eyes focused on the floor. When he didn't turn the knob and leave right away her eyes snapped up to his.

"And for what it's worth, I'm going to miss your bushy hair." Hermione started to smile then Malfoy opened his mouth again. "Did a good job hiding your pointed ears don't you think?" Then he was out the door, this time he was the one leaving her speechless.

Shit.