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Chapter 21Hermione's heart was pounding in her chest as they approached a large red door; it looked as if it were covered in a velvety fabric. As she peered closer to the door, she noticed the initials D.M. printed in gold and slightly glowing in the fabric.
She felt the fear disappear as anger flowed through her veins. The only person who she could think of with those initials and who would have such a fancy door would be no other than Draco Malfoy.
Peter sniffed fearfully before knocking on the door twice.
"Come in." the voice said haughtily.
As Peter pushed open the door Hermione wondered how somebody could think so highly of them self and think that they're the salt on the earth or something along those lines.
Hermione had to contain her gasp as she surveyed the room. It was a total mess!
On the large canopy bed the sheets were rumpled, it looked as if Draco pulled out the sheets from under the bed just before she arrived, because his face was slightly red as if he had just been running all over the room making the room untidy. She had no doubt that was exactly what Draco just did, knowing him and his nature.
The floor was littered with so many gadgets and papers. As her eyes traveled to the bookshelf on the corner, she felt completely shocked! She had never seen so many books without proper covering, and almost more than half of the books had pages hanging out of them.
She heard Draco laugh. She turned her head to glare at him.
Draco stopped laughing immediately, he looked at Peter, "You can leave now, you're presence is no longer required in this room."
Hermione watched as Peter stuttered in his apologizes and quickly exited the room, closing the door softly behind him.
"What is all this about, Malfoy?" Hermione demanded putting her hands on her hips.
"You're in no position to demand anything, Granger. But, if you haven't guessed you'll be assigned to clean my room." His eyes danced malevolently.
"That's not what I'm talking about. What are the Deat-"
"Shut your mouth, Mudblood!" Draco exploded drawing his wand from his robes and pointing it at her.
Hermione bit her tongue to hold back the words that she wanted to say. She watched him cautiously as he began circling her.
"You're missing Weasley." Draco said frankly, his lips were curling into an unappealing smile.
She felt her heart stop for a second. How did he know? Hermione thought, she felt her pulse quicken, "I do not." She said trying to make her voice sound as bold as she could.
"I can see it in your eyes."
Draco took a few steps forward, until they were face-to-face.
Hermione looked up at him in distaste, she would not break his gaze, no matter what he said. She wanted Draco to believe her, so that no harm would be done to Ron. Her heart ached to be near him, but under these circumstances, she could not.
"I advise you to have fun with him while you can, because he won't be with us any longer." Draco said softly, he ran his fingers through her hair.
Hermione had to hold back from hitting him; she wanted to hurt him…to kill him, his Death Eater friends, and Voldemort.
As she continued looking into his eyes, she saw the hate mirrored there.
Suddenly, Draco took a few steps back and broke away from the gaze, "I'll leave you to your duties. Your boyfriend should be here soon, who knows, this might be the last time you see him alive." He chuckled.
When Draco reached the door, he opened it and then looked at Hermione, "Have fun." He said sneeringly before closing the door behind him.
Hermione felt the breath rushing out of her lungs; she didn't realize that she was holding her breath.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Ron stumbled into the room, "I don't know why these people have an obsession with pushing people, it's so irritating!" he exclaimed. He looked at Hermione with a concerned look, "You okay?"
Hermione turned her back to him as the tears flowed down her cheeks. If what Draco said was true, then she would miss Ron dearly.
"Hermione?" Ron approached her cautiously. He didn't know why she was acting so strange.
It had been about twenty minutes and Hermione barely said anything to him. They were busy picking up papers from the ground. He felt as if she were distancing herself from him for some strange reason.
Hermione looked up at him, "Yeah?" she asked clutching the papers in her hands.
"What's wrong?" He took the papers from her hands and let them drop to the floor, "Did Malfoy say something to you?"
A shocked expression crossed over her face, "No!" she said quickly. A bit too quickly…
Ron raised one of his eyebrows, "What did he say, Hermione?"
"Nothing, he was just being a stupid prat." She muttered looking at the ground.
"That's in his character, he can't help it." Ron joked. He felt his heart soar when he saw her smile, a bit. Still, he had this nagging feeling that she wasn't telling him the whole truth.
Hermione left the task of picking up the papers and crossed the room to the bookshelf. Ron followed behind her.
"Why are you following me?" Hermione asked, he could hear a bit of an irritation in her voice.
Ron looked at her, confused, "I just thought-"
"That doesn't suit you, so stop thinking." Hermione snapped, interrupting him.
He stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Now he was positive that something happened, but how was he supposed to find out?
Ron took a seat on the unmade bed, which was right across the bookshelf. He watched silently as Hermione pulled out different sized books from the shelf and started rearranging them by letter.
Only Hermione, he thought with a small smile.
Suddenly, he thought he felt something moving on the bed, he turned and looked down at the covers. He wasn't surprised to see a picture of a snake, he lifted the covers, and that's when he saw them.
His heart jumped in his throat. There on the sheets scuttling around were about three HUGE spiders! They were spitting at each other and making these funny noises.
One of the spiders made a big leap onto his shoulder and he almost got a heart attack, "H-H-Herm-ione!" he screamed. He jumped onto his feet.
Hermione turned and her eyes widened, "Ron, don't move…"
"That's a funny thing for you to say since you know I hate spiders and one just jumped on me and it must be laying eggs and what not…" Ron babbled, he felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Don't…move…" Hermione said slowly approaching Ron with an equally large textbook in her hand.
"I thought you were going to knock out the spider not me!"
Hermione lifted the book and swiftly hit the spider off Ron's shoulder. What she did next Ron didn't know because he ran on the other side of the room, his heart was beating wildly.
I hate spiders; I hate them…he kept repeating to himself. He could hear Hermione hitting the book numerous times on the floor and on the bed.
After what seemed like ages, Hermione returned to the bookshelf still holding the now bloody book, which she quickly placed in the bookshelf.
Once his shock melted away, he noticed that she remained distant to him, even though he was right there just a few steps away from her.