'Will You Help Me Find Myself'
Chapter Three: Its All In The Eyes.Hermione rolled over under the soft velvet coverlet on her bed. She had attempted to fall into a restful sleep for nearly three hours, but it had avoided her. Slipping away at the last minute leaving her staring at the ceiling. Everytime her eyes closed so saw them. Looking directly at her. Peering through her very soul and into her heart. It was weird for a girl who believed in logic and circumstance that one should find ones self reliving a brief moment that may not have even been real. For all she knew Lucius could have been staring at Draco, who like all the others students had know nothing of his fathers position. Many of the students, especially those in Gryffindor believed that not only was Lucius a follower of Voldemort but also a death eater. One of the higher level death eaters to be exact.. Hermione couldn't believe that the Ministry would send a possible threat to wizarding kid into Hogwarts. They knew that this was where Harry Potter was. They had gone to great lengths to get him here. But the thought still played in her head. The feeling that something was wrong, the appearance of Lucius, and that look. There was something coming.
After only two hours sleep Hermione rose from her bed and headed for her bathroom. A quick shower and into her uniform before breakfast. The usual boring routine. Over the holidays Hermione had spent many hours searching for a hair spell that would transform her unruly locks into something tame and modest. She had been rewarded a week before returning with a spell that would do just that. A straightening spell that ensured that her hair would stay frizz free for a full 24 hours. Casting the spell Hermione checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving the room.
When entering the Great Hall Hermione noticed that the three seats at the end of the table where empty. Her normal seat, the seat of Draco and the place that which was usually reserved for Hagrid currently sat empty. Hagrid was now placed in the old spot of Professor Starlight. That would mean. Ow my god I will be sat next to him. I will have him there. His body next to mine. I will............... Her train of thought was broken when a hand was placed on her back. A voice sounded right next to her ear.
'It looks like I will have the pleasure of sitting next to you Miss. Granger. I would normally protest to being in anyway shape or form associated to a mudblood, but I think in you case I can make an exception. Shall we sit?'
Hermione needed that hand on her back otherwise she would have simply fallen to the floor in a heap. That voice was just like her dream. It was husky and sensual. Even with the use of the M word. He still made her shiver. Had he felt her reaction to his touch? Now seated next to this man Hermione was in a practical panic. Her blood was pumping in her ears, feeling slightly faint Hermione hardly noticed when the younger Malfoy sat on her other side. All the students were now entering the Great Hall. Hermione looked squarely at the plate in front of her. She couldn't meet the eyes of her fellow school mates. Neither did she want to run the risk of looking at Lucius The feeling he stirred inside her were not something that she wished to become public knowledge. She didn't even want to know herself. But those eyes. The grey almost steel look in them had set a fire in her stomach and no matter what she did to try and replace it, it still burned.
'By my records it appears that I have you in my class this morning Miss. Granger won't that be fun. You and me working closely together. I believe that as Head Girl you are always available to assist teachers in need and as im new I may rely on you to help me with a few areas that im not familiar with. Should we say tonight in my classroom you come and help me with a few important aspects.'
Hermione continued to stare at her plate. She simply nodded her head. What important aspects could they have to talk about. If he needed information he simply had to ask Draco. He was his son after all.