Hermione tossed her head, her hair spilling over the pillow. Her hands tore at the blanket, bunching it in her grip before releasing it to fight off unseen horrors. Inaudible words passed over her lips.
"Insufferable girl."Hermione tilted her head a little to look around the room. Draco sat on the arm of her chair, speaking to Harry across the coffee table. Ginny strolled in with a platter of food, James and little Lily following behind. Albus seemed preoccupied with listening to his father and Draco quip back and forth."Muggleborn filth."Hermione looked around again. No one else seemed to hear the whispers or, if they did, they ignored it.Hermione stood, wanting to get to the bottom of things.Draco gave her a curious look."Are you okay?""Stupid mudblood!"Hermione did not respond. Her eyes widened as the room around her changed. Her friends and husband began to fade as the fingers of shadows overtook them.She reached for her wand, finding it was gone too.Pale white hands came out of the darkness, threatening to swallow her. She tried to run. The voice, unrecognizable in its hideous whispers, came at her from all directions."Confringo!"A spot to her right exploded as the curse missed her."Expluso!"A bright blue light caught her left side, knocking her off her feet."Obliviate!"
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Hermione drug her way into the kitchen, intent on grabbing a mug of tea and possibly a muffin, if they still had any.
She stopped short at the sight of Draco hovering over the stove. He glanced over his shoulder when she entered.
"Hey- oh. Rough night?"
Hermione scowled. She thought she had washed up enough for him not to notice. Apparently not.
"I'm fine. Just did not sleep well, is all," she replied briskly, taking a seat on a barstool.
She looked up in surprise as he set a fresh cup of tea in front of her. The tantalizing scent of earl grey and hazelnut filled the air. She took a sip and sighed. It was perfect; Just what she needed after a night of tossing and turning. She perked an eyebrow up at him.
"I heard you brushing your teeth." He shrugged. "Usually that's the first thing you reach for."
She nodded, accepting the fact that he knew her so well.
He turned back to the stovetop.
"What are you making?" The smells had her mouth about watering.
"Eggs, tomatoes, toast, bacon. And a bit of nutella pudding."
Her brows came together. "How do you know about nutella?"
He threw a look over his shoulder. "You've taught me alot about the muggle world."
She pondered on this as she sipped her tea.
Filthy girl.
Hermione's head jerked up, her curls bouncing.
"What?"
Draco moved the food to two separate plates.
"What?" He asked, placing a plate in front of her.
Hermione pursed her lips. "Nothing. I just thought I heard something."
Grey eyes cut across to her.
"Are you okay?"
She shrugged. "As okay as I'm going to be, I guess."
They ate in relative silence, each troubled by their own thoughts.
When they finished, Draco raised his wand and the dishes floated to the sink, where a scrubby began to wash.
He turned to her.
"I've been thinking about what you said..."
She looked up expectantly.
"I think -and it's going to pain me to say this- But I believe you are right."
"About?"
"About needing more interaction outside of this house. Obviously the 'familiarity treatment' isn't working."
Hermione arched an eyebrow. She had already told him that.
"And what do you have in mind to fix that?"
He leaned back and crossed his arms.
"Let's take a trip."
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Author's Note:Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter series. Those rights belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing her beautiful creations.