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Chapter Fourteen- You've Got Mail

"Don't," Hermione said instantly, staring at her mirror. Malfoy shut his opened mouth, and opened it again.

"Granger—"

"Don't," Hermione snapped again, a little harsher. She pulled out the clip in her hair, and took her hairbrush to brush her curls. They puffed up, slightly bushier, and Hermione ran her fingers through the brown curls, twisting them. "Don't talk about it."

It was effective for five seconds. Then, Malfoy shifted from the bed, took his casual clothes Hermione's mum had put out for them, and strode towards the door.

Yes, leave. Hermione prayed. Leave so I can be left alone.

Malfoy yanked open the door, his clothes hanging off his arm. He paused. "I don't know why you didn't just refuse and yell at him," he added in quickly.

"I said don't, Malfoy!" Hermione slammed her hairbrush down, and with a splintering CRACK! the door Malfoy held, and the mirror Hermione stood in front of cracked downwards in a jagged line. Glass fell to the ground.

Malfoy jerked his hand away, as if he'd been stung. He stared up at Hermione, shocked.

"What happened?" Mrs. Granger called, her footsteps loud. Hermione scrabbled for the hairbrush and began to brush. Quickly, Mrs. Granger's head popped in. Malfoy stood at the doorway with her, watching.

Hermione swallowed. "I—I don't know, the—it just—I got mad and—"

For Mrs. Granger, she'd always known her children had never been normal. Once, when Hermione was two, she'd thrown a tantrum about a book she wanted, and set the arm of the couch on fire. Draco'd been so scared he started crying, and all the faucets in the house turned on at the same time and began spraying salty water. And now, even when Draco and Hermione still got riled up sometimes, these oddities still happened. In a strange way, Mrs. Granger understood.

"We can just get a new mirror, honey," Mrs. Granger said gently. She pulled Hermione back. "Both of you, to the living room. I don't want you stepping on glass."

Nodding slightly, Hermione let the bushy wave of brown hair block her face as she walked past Draco.

Draco turned his head slightly, to watch Hermione slip by. He stared after her for a moment, before following quietly.

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Malfoy sat next to her, unusually quiet. Occasionally he snuck a glance at Hermione, then looked away frantically, like he didn't want Hermione to notice.

Hermione drew up her knees and stared out the window, bunching up her eyebrows.

"What are you thinking about, Granger?" Malfoy ventured tentatively, as if he realized Hermione would snap if he pressed harder.

Shrugging. Hermione flopped back onto the couch. "Trying to remember when I got my Hogwarts letter."

"Which was when?"

"Well," Hermione looked upwards, determined not to feel ashamed. "In real life, Sheila had a big after party at the ice rink, and invited everyone except for me. I decided that I would go, even if I hadn't been invited."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "Hermione Granger, rebellious? What in Merlin has the world come to?"

"Do you want to hear the story or not, Malfoy?" Hermione asked tiredly.

To her surprise, Malfoy hesitated, and nodded. He propped up his chin with his palm, elegant as ever, and tipped his chin up. "Go ahead."

"I got there, at the rink. And Sheila and Drake thought it would be funny to push me, considering I couldn't skate very well. I fell hard, and got off the ice. They followed me, and locked me into the closet." Hermione turned her head to look at Draco. "I stayed in there for hours, and I was terrified. A rat slipped over my feet, and I think it pushed me over the edge. When I opened my eyes, I was in the living room, and in the mail was my letter."

Malfoy's eyes were uncomfortably intense, and Hermione had to look away from the gray pupils swirling with such unreadable emotions. He snapped up suddenly. "It happened today?"

"Well, yes, why—"Hermione froze. Today. The Hogwarts letter, it—"Oh, Merlin." She leaped to her feet, Malfoy at her heels, and checked the mail. Flipping through the flurry of ads, Hermione pushed her thumb across a real-estate ad and revealed two identical manila letters.

Hermione handed one to Malfoy, and flipped hers over, comparing it to Malfoy's. They both said "The Bedroom to the Right".

"And it's only the first day, too," Hermione said. She looked up. "I should get—MUM! WE NEED YOU!"

Malfoy winced. "Can't you call her down civilly?"

Ignoring Malfoy, Hermione peeled off the red seal. "Well, we're going to Hogwarts again as siblings this time, Malfoy."

"This is going to be a long week, isn't it?" Malfoy sighed, leaning against the wall. "And stuck with you, too."

Hermione couldn't help but agree with Malfoy, and leaned against the wall next to him, looking over at the boy who, out of all people, had gotten into this situation with her.

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