Chapter-8: Judgement
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A few days flew by. Draco was getting rather bored with his work whereas Hermione was too happy for liking. Well her friends used to make her that happy. But this time, surprisingly, Malfoy was the cause for her happiness. Yeah Draco Malfoy. Her most worst enemy after Voldemort since day one. This surely a fascinating story behind it.
*Begin of flashback
Hermione made their eating materials by transfiguring peebles, leaves etc. to plates, bowls, pots etc. She also made the small house she promised Draco make for him. It was small wooden , hut like with only room and two windows on either side. She made two mattresses and blankets transfiguring piles of leaves and big rocks to pillows. She also enchanted the ceiling like the Hogwarts ceiling.
When Draco entered the house, he looked around in wonders. His jaw dropped on floor seeing the ceiling. "My my, Granger. I didn't know you got the talent to build a house with just your wand and woods. I'm impressed." Hermione squealed happily and jumped up and down. Draco laughed at her childishness. "I like what you did with the ceiling." "Thanks. I liked the Hogwarts ceiling in the first yeah and looked it up." She loved it when someone complimented her work. It made her feel like she was worthy.
*End of flashback
Draco too bored and angry and Hermione's annoyed him. "Do you know how to get out of here, Granger?" "Honestly, I don't know." "Do you know anything to be exact " Draco growled. "Well I was one who told you where we are and what the hell is happening around us." Hermione snapped angrily. She hated it when Draco snapped at her because he was too bored to do anything creative and put a good use to his time. "Your bloody informations can't get us out of here. So, basically you're useless." "Shut up, git. If you have any better idea then go on. GET OUT OF HERE." ANger and hate were practically radiating from them as they shouted and glared at each other.
Suddenly, Hermione's vision blurred and blackened. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the cruel memory about to witness.
When they returned, none of them talked to each other or even bother to eat dinner and went to bed. none of them were feeling sleepy but just pretended to let the other think that the other had fallen asleep. Hermione lay sidewise so her back was to Draco who was too pretending to sleep on the other side of the room beside the other window. She lay awake looking out to the night sky and thinking hard.
Hermione witnessed another horrible memory of Draco. Draco was probably eleven-twelve then from the looks of it. She was in the Malfoy backyard as she surmised from her surroundings. It was a night like this. There was a gathering of some Death eaters along with Draco and Lucius Malfoy. They all surrounded a woman who was one or two years older than Draco. Hermione stood beside Draco. The Death Eaters tortured the girl continuously one by one. She could feel as well as see how disgusted Draco felt but no one saw anything. Finally Lucius killed the girl. The girl had black hair and black iris that was shining in the moonlight. As soon as the curse hit her, she fell on the ground and the shine in her eyes faded. She felt Draco's pain, hurt and a little sympathy and guilty for the girl.
She now didn't know what to think of him anymore. Outside he was a rich spoiled arrogant heartless git but on the inside he was a complete opposite different person. He has no one to share his feelings. Maybe she can be that person. Or at least give it a try.
Draco was also not able to sleep. He thought over the memory he just saw. It wasn't only a single memory but rather a series of pieces of some memories. It showed the scenes when he called Hermione 'Mudblood'. Her hurt and pain she felt at his words were excruciation. He didn't know he hurt her so bad just by his words unknowingly. He felt guilty creep up through him. He never felt so guilty in his whole life. He looked at her back maybe sleeping on the other of the room. The moonlight falling on her from the window beside her bed. His heart felt heavy.
Both of them felt guilty for judging one another so wrong. Dumbledore's words pondered in their head from Hermione's memory they both now shared. Don't judge a book by its cover. As those words echoed in their head, they slowly drifted off to sleep.
Somethings gonna start right after this. It will be slow. So wait and watch and enjoy and review :)
