Her Spot
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Hermione had had enough. If she stayed in the common room any longer, she surely would go mad. The first sight that had greeted her as she entered the room was of Ron indulging in his new favourite hobby, trying to figure out if Lavender had had her tonsils taken out, with his tongue. Not a very pleasant sight. And then Harry had ambushed her moments later, with his theories on Malfoy and what he was up to. They were growing more and more outlandish each time. Hermione was certain he would soon try and convince her that he was creating a space ship in the Room of Requirement, and was going off into space.
That's right Harry. Malfoys' lifelong ambition is to become an Astronaut.
So escaping outside seemed like the best option, she adored Harry, and at the moment she tolerated Ron, but sometimes they were too much stress for her frazzled nerves. It was a chilly afternoon, but it wasn't snowing at the moment, which was a definite plus. She walked along the path that wound around the lake, heading to a quiet spot she had discovered in her fourth year that she frequented when she needed space.
It took her a good ten minutes to find the spot. It was a little clearing, past the Quidditch field, that was nearly surrounded by trees. It had a couple of larger rocks sitting around the edges. They were just a perfect size for Hermione to sit on. If someone wasn't already sitting on one of them.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
Malfoy sat upright, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
"This is my spot," they both said at the same time.
"No its mine," they said simultaneously again.
"I've been coming here for ages," Hermione said, "So I think you should leave."
"I was here first, and I've been coming here for the last couple of years," Draco retorted, "I think you should leave."
"I'm staying," Hermione said, moving over to the other rock, which was only a foot away from him.
"Fine," Draco said, "Me too."
After a few minutes of silence, Hermione needed to talk, "Why are you here? I thought Slytherin worshipped the ground you walked on, why do you need a private spot?"
"Ask Pothead, being worshipped isn't all it's cracked up to be," Draco answered, "Why do you come?"
"Being best friends with Harry and Ron isn't all it's cracked up to be," Hermione said quietly, "Sometimes I need some me time."
"Me too," Draco answered. Hermione looked over at him, and noticed he was watching her, "If you don't speak, I imagine we'll able to sit here in peace."
"Fine," Hermione answered, and she looked away. And together they sat in their own spot, till the snow became too much, and they had to make it back to the castle.
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Hermione didn't believe it intentional, but after that day every time she went to her spot, he was always there, and they wouldn't talk, just sit in silence, thinking to themselves about whatever was troubling them.
The day of the funeral Hermione went and sat on the rock he always sat on. Wondering if each time he sat there, he was picturing the moment he would have to kill Dumbledore. Asking herself why he would, knowing what his family was, she knew he didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. But he only had to say no, he could have come to Dumbledore, he could have told her. On one of those many times they sat in silence, told her what he had to do, and they could have stopped it from happening. Why didn't he?
Hermione run her fingers over the rock she was sitting on, feeling something different under her fingers. She shifted lightly to see what it was, seeing something carved into the stone.
I don't know why…Prompt: Snow
