I'm back, thanks to a reminder to update! I had a while so I wrote this short chapter as a filler for the next adventure. It's written in both Draco and Hermione's perspective, but the other chapters will continue as before. I truly love my reviewers! From good luck reviews to messages of admiration for my writing, you're all so patient and kind! Enjoy. I'll update again within a week with a biiiiig chapter! xxx
Chapter 14: An Awkward Silence
Hermione:
I hate chopping wood. Ohhh, I've always been awful at any activities that required physically DOING something, but this was something completely different. After we confronted McGonagall with the true nature of Vanev, we were instructed to "blend in" as much as possible. Thus, I've been here since 6 A.M. this morning. It's two hours later, and I've made very little progress. I assumed I would be excused considering I'm a girl, but it seems as if Vanev really has his knife in for muggleborns – I've been called a mudblood the whole of yesterday's dinner, and my arm is aching. I try not to let it show, but I don't think I like these people. Every student has a quota of chopped wood to reach before they can continue with their daily classes. And I am nowhere near mine. Draco offered his help, but things are so awkward, I decided to decline. I am not sure where we stand now... He wanted to kiss me, right? Otherwise, why would he do it? We're past the point of mockery and attempting to hurt each other. Would I have let him kiss me? Would I have kissed him back? Would I have liked kissing him? Do I like him?
Finally, after hours of internal struggle and external labour, I am done and off to my first class. We had potions at Hogwarts, but Alchemy is a whole other story. Unfortunately, it's Draco's second class. I choose a seat at the back.
Draco:
Alchemy. I love it. I don't like Durmstrang. In fact, I thankful my father deviated from the idea in my 6th year. He insisted that I send my children here. I will not. I pity my father, for he seems to consider only boys children. It's a good thing I'm not a girl, or he would've probably put me up for adoption. I wish one day to have a girl. In fact, I wish to have everything my father denied me. Freedom included. I never wanted the life I was forced to lead, and thus, I'll start over when I find the right woman. Whoever she'll be, she'll deserve the best version of myself I can give her. And that is how I came to think of Hermione. The silence between us is unbearable. I wished to help her today, I greatly did. She did not however, accept my offer, and thus we resorted again, to silence. I've heard some of the boys here leer and jeer at her, but I set them straight soon after, and she has been left in peace since then. For now, at least. I hope she doesn't like it here either. Then we can complain together, at the very least. She is not the complain-type, though. In fact, she's kind and patient, gentle and sweet... Everything I don't think I am, and yet everything I want, and wish to be and have. After all I am, I do not deserve a person like 'Mione in my life, and I only hope it's not as temporary as it feels. Does this mean she's my friend? I wouldn't dare ask her to be more than that after what I've put her through all these years.