When The Sun Rises
Chapter 4-
Unsure
They stood up, Hermione once again put on the invisibility cloak. Before they reached the attic
stairs, Hermione felt a need to talk again, "Where are we going?" She asked from under the cloak.
Draco himself, was not sure of the answer, so he made a quick decision. He sighed and said,
"I am going to buy a few things around the alley, and you will stay here. Until I figure out what
to do with you, I suppose this can be your room, as long as you are quiet." Draco said.
"Fine, but I need water and bread to survive, I'll just pretend I'm in jail." Hermione said
sarcastically, removing the cloak. "Fine." Draco said and left quickly. Hermione sighed.
Maybe it was a dream! Hermione pinched her arm, but instead of waking up, she had a painful
little red bump. She was still wearing the dress, she thought she probably looked quite
ridiculous being that she was sitting in a fancy dress, in a small, dusty attic. What a picture.
She began to feel lonely, and a bit frightened. She looked out the small, dusty attic window.
Knockturn alley was dark and cold. She had heard Harry speak of it, for he had ended
up there accidently. Hermione had never seen it, and know she knew why it wasn't a good
tourist attraction. She lay back on an old pillow for an hour, she couldn't fall asleep. She
shot up when she heard the attic door open. She was releived to see Draco, with a plate of bread
in one hand, and a cup of water in the other. She didn't know weather to smile or scowl. Hermione
decided to do neither. She took the 'meal' and set it down. "Uh, Thanks." She said stiffly.
"Your welcome." Draco said uncertainly and headed towards the door, then turned back.
"Hermione?" He said, going back up the stairs. "Yes?" She said, putting down the water she was
drinking. Draco hesitated. "Nevermind." He said and went briskly down the steps and out
of the attic. "Strange." Hermione thought to herself. She finished the rather pitiful meal and
lay down again. She wondered what her parents were thinking, her friends, Pertwia. Pertwia!
Hermione couldn't believe she just thought of this. She had a special whistle that Pertwia
always recognized. She opened her window and did the secret whistle. No one below her window
seemed to hear. In an instant, Pertwia flew into the attic and perched on Hermione's shoulder.
Once Pertwia flew in, Hermione didn't know why she needed her. She wasn't sure if she wanted
to send a letter saying, 'Help' to her parents, and get them more worried then they were.
Pertwia could stay with her for a while, she thought, to keep her company. Draco walked up
the attic stairs again and stood in front of Hermione, a determined look on his face.
"Yes?" Hermione said, surprisingly giving a weak smile. "I thought you might, um, want human
company." Draco said, glancing at Pertwia. Hermione smiled. "Sure." Hermione said. He sat down
across from Hermione. "This is Pertwia, my lovely owl." Hermione said, petting Pertwia's
smooth coat. Draco pet Pertwia also, then the petite owl flew into a box to 'play'.
"She's silly." Hermione said. Draco didn't know what to say, strangely, he had no words
that he could make into a sentence. Hermione looked at him with a mischevous smile.
"Your a fool." She said matter of factly, her eyes dancing with inquizition. Draco was
confused. "What?" He asked, puzzled. "Your a fool, Draco. You follow me, capture me, then
you let me live here, and your being so- well, unusual. Your being very kind." Hermione said,
staring at him as if he was a science experiment, which if it escaped, would blow up.
"Then I'm a fool." Draco said. He didn't even know what had come over him recently. It was
as if he didn't care to follow his father's evil orders. Especially this one. He was trying
to casually dismiss it. "How do you dismiss this? You can't keep me here forever, with no one
finding out." Hermione said. "H-how did you k-know what I was thinking?" Draco asked, amazed.
"Your face, your expression. I have been practicing reading and interpreting expressions.
I guess it worked on you." Hermione said, smiling. Draco couldn't stand being so quiet anymore.
He just said what he was thinking at that very moment, "Your right, Her-." Draco stopped.
"You can say my first name, I've said yours, Draco." Hermione said gently. "Hermione."
Draco said. He liked it. 'Hermione' he thought to himself, better then Granger. Hermione seemed
different, he had never really said anything other then insults to her, now he was actually
talking to her. "Can I ask you a question?" Draco asked uncertainly. "Sure." Hermione replied.
"Are you ever unsure of anything?" He asked. "All the time." Hermione replied.
"But you always seem so confident." Draco said. Hermione sighed. "What else am I supposed
to do? Quit?" Hermione asked. "You know what I'm unsure about right now?" She continued.
"What?" Draco asked. "Everything." She said, as Pertwia landed on her shoulder.
Chapter 4-
Unsure
They stood up, Hermione once again put on the invisibility cloak. Before they reached the attic
stairs, Hermione felt a need to talk again, "Where are we going?" She asked from under the cloak.
Draco himself, was not sure of the answer, so he made a quick decision. He sighed and said,
"I am going to buy a few things around the alley, and you will stay here. Until I figure out what
to do with you, I suppose this can be your room, as long as you are quiet." Draco said.
"Fine, but I need water and bread to survive, I'll just pretend I'm in jail." Hermione said
sarcastically, removing the cloak. "Fine." Draco said and left quickly. Hermione sighed.
Maybe it was a dream! Hermione pinched her arm, but instead of waking up, she had a painful
little red bump. She was still wearing the dress, she thought she probably looked quite
ridiculous being that she was sitting in a fancy dress, in a small, dusty attic. What a picture.
She began to feel lonely, and a bit frightened. She looked out the small, dusty attic window.
Knockturn alley was dark and cold. She had heard Harry speak of it, for he had ended
up there accidently. Hermione had never seen it, and know she knew why it wasn't a good
tourist attraction. She lay back on an old pillow for an hour, she couldn't fall asleep. She
shot up when she heard the attic door open. She was releived to see Draco, with a plate of bread
in one hand, and a cup of water in the other. She didn't know weather to smile or scowl. Hermione
decided to do neither. She took the 'meal' and set it down. "Uh, Thanks." She said stiffly.
"Your welcome." Draco said uncertainly and headed towards the door, then turned back.
"Hermione?" He said, going back up the stairs. "Yes?" She said, putting down the water she was
drinking. Draco hesitated. "Nevermind." He said and went briskly down the steps and out
of the attic. "Strange." Hermione thought to herself. She finished the rather pitiful meal and
lay down again. She wondered what her parents were thinking, her friends, Pertwia. Pertwia!
Hermione couldn't believe she just thought of this. She had a special whistle that Pertwia
always recognized. She opened her window and did the secret whistle. No one below her window
seemed to hear. In an instant, Pertwia flew into the attic and perched on Hermione's shoulder.
Once Pertwia flew in, Hermione didn't know why she needed her. She wasn't sure if she wanted
to send a letter saying, 'Help' to her parents, and get them more worried then they were.
Pertwia could stay with her for a while, she thought, to keep her company. Draco walked up
the attic stairs again and stood in front of Hermione, a determined look on his face.
"Yes?" Hermione said, surprisingly giving a weak smile. "I thought you might, um, want human
company." Draco said, glancing at Pertwia. Hermione smiled. "Sure." Hermione said. He sat down
across from Hermione. "This is Pertwia, my lovely owl." Hermione said, petting Pertwia's
smooth coat. Draco pet Pertwia also, then the petite owl flew into a box to 'play'.
"She's silly." Hermione said. Draco didn't know what to say, strangely, he had no words
that he could make into a sentence. Hermione looked at him with a mischevous smile.
"Your a fool." She said matter of factly, her eyes dancing with inquizition. Draco was
confused. "What?" He asked, puzzled. "Your a fool, Draco. You follow me, capture me, then
you let me live here, and your being so- well, unusual. Your being very kind." Hermione said,
staring at him as if he was a science experiment, which if it escaped, would blow up.
"Then I'm a fool." Draco said. He didn't even know what had come over him recently. It was
as if he didn't care to follow his father's evil orders. Especially this one. He was trying
to casually dismiss it. "How do you dismiss this? You can't keep me here forever, with no one
finding out." Hermione said. "H-how did you k-know what I was thinking?" Draco asked, amazed.
"Your face, your expression. I have been practicing reading and interpreting expressions.
I guess it worked on you." Hermione said, smiling. Draco couldn't stand being so quiet anymore.
He just said what he was thinking at that very moment, "Your right, Her-." Draco stopped.
"You can say my first name, I've said yours, Draco." Hermione said gently. "Hermione."
Draco said. He liked it. 'Hermione' he thought to himself, better then Granger. Hermione seemed
different, he had never really said anything other then insults to her, now he was actually
talking to her. "Can I ask you a question?" Draco asked uncertainly. "Sure." Hermione replied.
"Are you ever unsure of anything?" He asked. "All the time." Hermione replied.
"But you always seem so confident." Draco said. Hermione sighed. "What else am I supposed
to do? Quit?" Hermione asked. "You know what I'm unsure about right now?" She continued.
"What?" Draco asked. "Everything." She said, as Pertwia landed on her shoulder.
