Look Into My Eyes, And Tell Me You Love Me : Confused
'What are you so upset about 'Mione? It's not like you're my mum or something!'
'I-I'm hardly upset Ronald. It's just that, that,'
'That what Hermione? I reckon you're just jealous of me.'
'Jealous?'
'Yeah. I bet you're just jealous that Lavender is absolutely in love with me.'
'In love with you? It's more like a terrible obsession!'
'Well that's what happens when you're so in love, you get obsessed. How about you 'Mione? McLaggen not good enough for you? In your opinion no one's good enough for you, so don't go raining on other people's parade when you destroy your own!'
'I just thought that you wouldn't be so shallow in choosing girls like, her.'
'Bloody hell Hermione! Let me break this down to you. Stay. Out. Of. My. Personal. Life.'
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To: The lovely Hermione Granger.
Get well soon. Although you look beautiful even though you're ill it pains me to see you in a weak state.
Ps: You look gorgeous when you're well.
Love, Your Secret Admirer.
Hermione opened her eyes to a brown fluffy teddy bear sitting on the table next to her. It was clasping a fluffy red heart between its hands. On the heart it wrote the message in golden thread, and then thread undid itself and turned into another message.
Property of Hermione Granger, followed by a heart.
Hermione smiled, realising that her head is rested on a pillow again, then turned to look at the cot next to her. Draco wasn't there anymore. He left. There was something about the absence of Draco which created a hole in her heart. Just yesterday she felt complete again, somehow. She was beginning to doubt the sincerity of Draco's actions, but somehow the more she doubted him, the more it all started to make sense.
If Dumbledore instructed McGonagall to spike his drink with Amortentia, Draco would fall madly in love with Hermione and send her gifts. All she would have to do was to ask him anything about Ron and he would answer. After all, Dumbledore did tell her to 'keep her ears open and her speech keen on extracting information from Mr. Malfoy'.
Finally, everything started to fall into place, but when she figured it out, she felt devastated. She really did want to get Ron back, Ron was her best friend after all. Besides the fact that the night before he was taken she had gotten into a fight with him. She sighed. Now that she was mentally sure of the current situation, she was emotionally shaken. Deep inside her heart she wanted Malfoy to be her friend, for real, and not because of some love potion. She never laughed as loud as she did with Draco the previous night, and had never met anyone who was just as charming as he was. She assumed that Dumbledore wanted her to simply just to use this emotional advantage to take what she needed from him. It was pretty good idea since it was just Malfoy, and she figured that she could just use him and then leave without another word. But somewhere deep inside Hermione her conscience triggered, telling her that it was absolutely inhumane to just use Malfoy like that, even if he were just a bloody ferret that meant nothing to her. But did Draco really mean nothing to her? What is this newfound feeling she had fabricated towards the pureblood?
Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Draco. Draco. Damn.
'You're not trying wandless magic right after you recover now aren't you, Granger?' Hermione looked up. Blaise was standing in front of her with a bouquet of flowers.
Hermione blushed a little. 'No I was just thinking,'
'I hope that's not how you think all the time, because you look as if your head is going to blow.' Blaise chuckled.
'Why thank you Zabini. The first thing I get to hear after I my recent recovery was to be informed that my head was going to explode,' Hermione said jokingly, letting out a little laugh.
'Ha-ha. How about I rephrase my sentence. You look like you made a full recovery, Miss Granger,'
'Thank you Healer Zabini. I feel much better, too!' Hermione replied mockingly. She had always been the wittiest girl in school, but few seemed to realise that.
Blaise pretended to look hurt, but continued anyway, 'Well, these are actually for you.' Zabini held the flowers out to her, which she accepted graciously.
'Did you send them? Or are you helping someone else?' she looked up at Blaise.
'I'm not allowed to tell you who, but I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you.'
'Try me.' She replied quickly, challenging Blaise.
'I rather not. Good day, Granger.' And Blaise left without another word.
Beautiful flowers for the beautiful lady. The note said.
Hermione got herself out of the cot, taking along her new gifts with her, cleaned up and went to the Great Hall. Ginny wasn't there, which was pretty odd because Ginny would always be there waiting for her. Then again, she was usually the one passing the gifts from the Secret Admirer to her. Instead, Blaise delivered the gift. A part of Hermione was even more convinced that the Secret Admirer was Malfoy, whether she liked it or not.
'Harry, have you seen Ginny?' Hermione asked, sitting down opposite Harry who was eating his food rather quickly.
'Hello Hermione. Ginny, well Ginny was called home a few days ago, actually, when you were still unconscious.' He replied, after swallowing his food.
'Called home? Why? Students are rarely allowed to return home during the school term.' Hermione's voice sounded anxious. A million things could be possible, all of which including Ron.
'It's a just the beginning of the school term after all, and she got called home because George is seriously injured.' Harry stopped eating, sadness starting to form in his voice.
'Merlin, Harry what happened to him?' Hermione sat upright, hands on the table, leaning into Harry.
'He went down to Knockturn Alley and started trying to blast some Death Eaters, intended to take one of them as hostage to trade 'em for Ron.' Hermione let out a soft cry, George's reckless plans rarely worked, especially when he was alone.
'So what happened? He's alive right? Oh my goodness Harry please tell me he's okay!' Hermione's eyes started to water, she loved the entire Weasley family, and could not imagine how their family could cope with another loss.
'Yes, he's alive, but his condition is critical. He stunned a few of the Death Eaters but was hit by multiple curses at once by Yaxley, who luckily didn't have the time to finish him off. Lupin and Tonks were around the area when they heard the commotion, and recognized his voice. They immediately went to aid George, but Yaxley Disapparated before they could get to him. On the other hand, they now have two Death Eaters under the custody of the Order. Ginny's been asked to go back to see George. The healers say that he's pretty weak, but if he has the strength to pull through, he will.' Harry looked at his watch and stood up.
'I'll tell you more later, Hermione. I'm so close to mastering Occlumency, all I have to do is practice after this. Do me a favour 'Mione?'
'Sure.'
'Don't worry too much. I'll meet you in the Room of Requirement. Find Neville and the others, we have to reform Dumbledore's Army, we have to get something done.' And Harry left.
Hermione sat in silence as she gulped down her food. She was devastated from hearing about George. He risked his life to try to get Ron back. Harry's practicing day and night to master Occlumency to fight the Dark Lord, and what was she doing? Crying her eyes out and being weak. No, she told herself. Not anymore. She was going to build back Dumbledore's Army to be able to defend themselves from the Death Eaters. Next, Ron. She thought about it for a period of time. She couldn't just go around blasting Death Eaters, she was not as strong as the others physically, but she had an edge. She was very intelligent. If Dumbledore created this plan, then it's sure to work; all I have to do is make it happen, then I can get Ron back. She looked over to a pale skinned boy with platinum blonde hair at the Slytherin table.
And you're going to help me do so.
Sorry, this chapter is a bit short, but hope whoever who's reading this enjoys this chapter (:
Loves x
