Myths and dreams

By LaA

After washing off the dirt of the day, Hermione sat in the stunning lounge room of her shared mini apartment. She could not get over the glamour and beauty contained in this one room. The roaring fireplace kept the room at the perfect temperature, while the soft couch completed the relaxing atmosphere. There was a pleasant aroma of hot chocolate floating around the room lulling Hermione into a meditative state. She heard the bath being run in the background. The only problem with the place was she had to share it with the most obnoxious, egotistical boy ever to step foot on Hogwarts grounds. Ok maybe she was being unfair. There was one that could beat Draco in the snootiness department, Lucius Malfoy. She sighed and thought to her self ' Things could always get worse'.

The taps ceased running in the background. And she heard the releasing sigh of Draco. Hermione picked up her hot chocolate from the coffee table and sipped. The warm chocolates sliding down her throat to create a pool of warmth inside her stomach. She savored the moment, letting her eyes drift shut as she took in her surroundings, committing it to memory.

As she let her thoughts roam around her head lazily, a question arose from the depths. Who was Tintaglia? Why were the teachers so secretive about her? She was truly amazing and unlike anything Hermione had seen before. She resolved to search the library for anything on Tintaglia. For now though she must be content not knowing anything about this mysterious creature which guarded the entrance to her wonderful apartment. That she shared with Draco. Her happiness was marred by his presence. Though this depressing thought soon turned to curiosity about this irritating feature in her life. Who was Elspeth? What had made him collapse in the train? Did Malfoy have epilepsy? Hermione cracked a smile at that. Though then she reminded herself that it was a very serious condition. But she couldn't help it the fit of giggles arose and burst out eagerly.

" What are you laughing about mudblood?" A snarl crept from the doorway of Malfoys' room.

" None of your business Malfoy." She quipped.

" You know Granger, I'm getting really sick of your attitude."

" And I'm getting increasingly irritated with yours too Malfoy. Why don't you just retreat back to whatever dark abysses you came from?"

As quick a snake, Draco slithered his way over to Hermione to stand in front of her, his imposing figure towering over her. Hermione, for the second time that day felt like a cornered mouse with nowhere to run. She refused to let Draco see this though. She kept her chin up and reached around Draco to place her hot chocolate on the table. He watched her every move. His eyes followed her as she tried to relax back into the couch. Hermione moved slowly and fluidly, trying her best to seem composed and not at all threatened, but on the inside she was beating down the urge to jump over the back of the couch and run to her room.

" You might want to consider taking that back before I loose all patience with you Granger."

" You wouldn't dare touch me." She was sounding more confident than she felt.

" I wouldn't? "

His cold, hard eyes watched as a glimmer of fear overtook her eyes. Sensing her defeat was close he took a step closer and leaned close to her. " You know I could destroy you. Make you disappear. Damage you beyond repair. You fear me, I can see it in your eyes. So why do you persist in annoying me knowing that I can hurt you? Are you really that stupid?"

" I am not stupid." She said hating how weak her voice had become.

" Really? " he was taunting her, ripping her apart, imbedding fear deep within her. His eyes staring coldly into hers, draining all warmth from her body.

Hermione was beginning to doubt and carve under her fear when a thought jumped into her mind. She wasn't stupid and she wasn't going to fall for any of these empty threats. She was Hermione Granger Head Girl of Hogwarts, intelligent and brave. She had faced worse than this with Harry.

She rose slowly forcing Draco to step back away from her. Although she was shorter than him she held his eyes and stared back at him icily.

" Malfoy you can not hurt me and I refuse to listen to your egotistical, chauvinistic dribble any longer. I am intelligent and it scathes you to be beaten by, as you so call me, a 'mudblood' at almost everything you do. Build a bridge and get over it." With that she retrieved her hot chocolate and slowly walked to her room and shut the door. Draco glared at her door. So, the mudblood did have a spine. He turned on his heel and walked back to his room, hating her with every fiber in his body.

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