The Seven Day Theory

By Sila-chan

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CHAPTER 1: Malfoy Monday

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Hermione gazed at the coffin being lowered into the ground, emotionless. She smiled bitterly as she noticed the coffin itself, the finest money could buy. Sleek, polished blackwood with elegant silver handles and white leather upholstery inside. How she hated him. She took a last glance at the beautiful boy lying inside, pale in death. His tousled white-blonde hair made him look even more ghostlike, although a slight blush on his high cheekbones gave him colour. She looked at his lips, the sweet lips that she would never taste again. The poisonous lips that had called her a Mudblood one too many times. They were pale, nude, he looked so vulnerable. And the long brown lashes that lightly brushed his skin, the pale, almost transparent eyelids covering his beautiful ice grey eyes that she would never see again.

She looked up, on the opposite side of the coffin was Pansy, bawling her eyes out. But in a model-like way...her eyes weren't red and puffy, it was crying like people cried on the movies. Unreal. Fake. Pansy all the way through. She smirked, Draco and herself had had some good times discussing Pansy. Her eyes flickered to the sky, hoping to see a sign...and her eyes widened as a bright star sat directly above them. Not the brightest star, of course, but a noticable one nonetheless. Their star, that they had spent so many nights under. Did Draco know? Her glance returned to him.
"Starlight, starbright...first star I see tonight..." She whispered the words to herself as the priest finished his speech. Hermione glanced over towards Narcissa, Draco's mother. Who, surprisingly looked directly at her and smiled. Hermione almost dropped the Invisibility Cloak there and then. Could she see her? Tentatively, she gave a small wave, which Narcissa returned with a slight nod. She then returned to listening to the priest, indicating that Hermione should do the same.
She wondered how Narcissa recognised her. The one time she had been to Malfoy Manor, on a spying mission from Dumbledor, she was with Harry and both under a heavy transformation spell. It disguised their outer appearance, took care of their voices and behaviour. She remembered that weekend all too well...the night she had slept with Draco Malfoy.

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Harry looked impatiently at the portrait hole. Where was she? She had said that she just wanted a quick glimpse, to quickly make sure that he was really gone. She acted as if she hated him, in a way Harry supposed it was true...but she loved him as well. He had charisma, even Harry had to fight against being drawn to him. Finally, the door opened, and nothing came in. There was the sound of silence hitting the floor, and suddenly Hermione was standing there, eyes calm and collected. Like a mirror surface of water.
"So it's true?" She nodded. Harry motioned for her to come to him, and suddenly she was embracing him tightly, as if he were her last lifeline. They sat down together, and Harry just let her cry until she could cry no more. That was how Dean walked in, Harry and Hermione asleep on the couch. Padding over quietly, he pulled a warm tartan blanket over the two, and tiptoed up to bed.