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Hermione POV
"I just realized something..." Draco said.
I froze, what did he realize? Did he see something? Does he know who I am? I started to freak, but forced myself to speak calmly.
"What did you realize?" My question hung in the air like a curse.
"Well I actually realized a bunch of things. For one, I don't have any clothes to wear. Two, I don't know your last name and three... Three, I just realized who you remind me of." He said and I sighed a bit, though the last part had me a bit worried.
"For your clothes you can just put on your boxers," he raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. "My last name is Meyer." I said seeing an empty package of bologna in her garbage. "Who do I remind you of?"
"Well Maya Meyer, you remind of this girl at my school."
"Hmm. Does this girl have a name?" I asked him pretending to be calm.
"Yes, her name is Hermione Granger, but you look nothing like her. Nor do you act like her most of the time, there is just something about you that makes me think of her." I smiled at him and flipped my hair.
"Is she pretty?" He laughed and I stopped myself. Was I just flirting with Draco Malfoy? No, it couldn't be.
"Not as pretty as you." I smiled again, though I tried to stop myself.
"Thank you. Now you will be sleeping on the floor." I would have made him sleep outside, or at least in the kitchen, but I had to remember that I was Maya, not Hermione.
He just raised his eyes to me again and lay out on the floor. I threw a pillow at him along with a blanket then got into bed. With my back turned to him I stared at the wall. My new situation wasn't a good one. In the morning I would find out where his cabin was, take him there then keep as much distance between me and him as possible. He had actually guessed who I was; well he didn't know that of course, but still. It was not good, not good at all. Then I would get my instructions from Dumbledore. I heard the soft patter of rain outside. The wind and rain blew threw the open window and played down my back. I shivered slightly remembering that this was a war against You-Know-Who and I just so happened to be sharing a room with none other then Draco Malfoy. We all know that Malfoys are big supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
I decided that I wasn't going to get any sleep, so I might as well get up and go outside. Rain always seemed to calm me down; there was something magical about it. I had always thought so even when I found out that magic was real. It was more of an ancient magic, not just the abra-kadabra, say the magic words and a feather floats. I read about it in a book, at the moment I couldn't remember the name. The book told about the four basic magic of old: earth, water, fire and air. Also how each person had their own basic power of old. I had tried to figure mine out, but for some reason it didn't work.
I left without saying a word to the sleeping Malfoy and opened the cottage door. A fresh breeze blew across my face waking me up. I breathed in the scent of rain and sighed. This was perfect, just the relaxing rain splashing against my face and the soothing air blowing back my hair. If only I could just escape my life and stay here forever, but every moment ends and mine did when Malfoy opened the door.
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