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Hermione's pov! Draco's pov
--"Whoa! This house is G-rated you guys!"--I pushed myself off of D and looked towards the sound of Jake's voice. "Stop laughing and help us up!" I huffed.
Well, as you could guess, Jake kept laughing and . . . helped us up. Why me? I settled back onto the bed and picked the Braille book I had set aside back up. I felt a weight settle down beside me and assumed it was D. There was more silence. Jake broke it by saying, "Well, I guess I'll talk to you guys later." I then heard footsteps growing fainter and fainter. . . until they were gone.
Sighing, I began to run my fingers across the little bumps of the book, trying desperately to find a pattern. I can't last two weeks without reading. I just can't.
I started in surprise when I felt the weight on the bed shift and heard D say to me, "Here, let me help you." He took hold of my hand and ran my index finger over one little bump. "That's an A." He moved to a different combination of mounds and said, "And there's a B . . . " and continued until we got through the alphabet. We went through it a few times until I finally had the hang of it. Eventually, I was reading simple words. Slowly, mind you. For some reason, I was having some trouble concentrating. All I knew is that I was embarrassed that I was learning to read Braille from this stranger who had probably never taught a class in his life. I was pulled away from my thoughts by D asking, "Okay, now what's this word?"
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" Okay, now what's this word?" I grabbed Hermione's hand and lowered it onto a system of dots that she was somehow supposed to interpret to get 'flown'. It was amazing to see. With her left hand, she had her hand on the page that held the alphabet, and frequently ran her fingers over it to make sure she was figuring the correct letter. With her right, she slowly ran her fingers over the bumps, and under her voice, she whispered the letters she was pulling from the book.
"D – L – O – W – N . . . That can't be right. She ran her left hand over the alphabet and smiled. She muttered, "That's no D, it's an F." She rose her voice a bit and asked, "Is it flown?"
I grinned and said, "Yup. You're starting to get used to this."
"Yeah. ." She replied, "but it's going to be a while until I'm fluently reading. . . I've never gone a day without reading in my life." Hermione sighed and closed the book. "It doesn't help that I used to play violin." She added. "I have calluses from it, and that's making it hard to sense the dots sometimes."
"You used to play violin?"
"Yeah. . . I don't even remember why I stopped. I guess I just lost interest."
"Oh."
" Yeah."
A comfortable silence followed. I had this strange feeling that now would not be a good time to crack a joke, but I also felt that the mood should be lightened somehow.
I finally decided on lightening the mood. "So, is it just me or does Jake always seem to walk in at the wrong time?"
Hermione laughed. "I don't think it's just you. He seems to know where it would cause the most trouble for him to be."
" Haha, yeah. Well, I guess I should go. . Later."
" Alright. Bye D."
With that, I left the room. Maybe I wouldn't try to get revenge after all. . .