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Brunette's Fever
May 27, 1990
The next day, Hermione woke up with a very, very painful headache. She groaned as she sat up. Her head felt like hundreds of stones were filled inside it. Her head felt heavy. With another groan, Hermione stood up slowly towards the bathroom as she hope to take a very, very hot bath. Her whole body shivered, puzzling Hermione since the sun was up without any rain or cold wind.
Once she was done taking a bath, Hermione chose to wear her favorite blue t-shirt underneath a beige sweater. She also wore jeans with sneakers. As for her hair, Hermione chose to just leave it as it was. She was still tired to fix her hair.
Hermione then trudged down the stairs with heavy feet. Going to the kitchen seemed like going to moon. The brunette groaned again as she clutched her heavy head, feeling slightly dizzy.
When she arrived at the kitchen door, she heard some clunking noises. Now, Hermione knew it was only Merlin making her breakfast. Hermione bit her bottom lip. Breakfast seemed very unappealing to her right now. She slowly opened the kitchen door and was greeted by a beaming Merlin.
"Good morning, Miss Granger!" he exclaimed, just filling a glass with pumpkin juice. Merlin frowned at the sight of the brunette. "You don't look good."
"I don't feel well," Hermione admitted as she sat down on one of the chairs. She pressed her right palm against her sweaty forehead, trying to get rid of the pain. She groaned again, alarming Merlin. Hermione then felt a hand gently pressing itself against her forehead followed by tutting noises.
"Miss Granger, you have a fever," Merlin stated, frowning. "You really should have called for my help yesterday."
Hermione just groaned for her answer. "Do you have any Pepper-Up Potion?" she asked. "I can't meet Draco like this. I know he'll get worried."
Merlin shook his head. "I don't have any Pepper-Up Potion, Miss Granger," he answered, "and I think it would be best if you don't go to your meeting today. Mister Malfoy would understand."
Hermione shook her head. "No, I promised to see him," she answered, sighing as she drank pumpkin juice. "If you don't have Pepper-Up Potion, do you know any healing spell?"
"No, I apologize, Miss Granger," Merlin answered, shaking his head.
The brunette looked at him curiously. "You don't know any spell?" she asked, a bit surprised.
"Miss Granger, I might be the best wizard in the history of the Wizarding World but I'm not that perfect," Merlin explained. "I don't know any healing spells."
Hermione still looked at him skeptically but dropped it. "Then, Muggle painkillers. Do you have any?" she asked. "My headache's killing me."
"That I can easily do," Merlin said as he conjured a painkiller out of thin air. He handed it to Hermione who thanked Merlin and took it. Minutes later, her headache was decreasing but she was still not feeling well. "Thanks Merlin, it helped," she said as Merlin nodded.
"Miss Granger, I really think you should just rest," the worried old wizard told her.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I promised Draco to meet him right now," she said and looked at her watch. It was already quarter to 8. "I better get going," she said as she stood up, finishing her pumpkin juice.
"Remember, if you need help - ."
" – I'll call for you," Hermione finished, making Merlin smile. With a goodbye wave, Hermione walked out of her temporary home.
Merlin stared at the closed door and shook his head. She was really determined to live again. With a sigh, he fixed the leftover breakfast.
Hermione felt like a sick, slow turtle. She really hated it whenever she was sick. It made her vulnerable… weak. And Hermione didn't like that feeling. It was very… un-Gryffindor-like. The brunette sighed as the headache throbbed painfully on her head again. She knew painkillers wouldn't help her at all. She really needed some Pepper-Up Potion or any healing spells.
It still made her curious as to why Merlin didn't know any healing spell. Hermione had read somewhere that healing fevers without the usage of potions was very complicated. The brunette also read somewhere that Merlin was one of the wizards who invented a lot of healing spells.
'He's lying to me,' Hermione thought bitterly as she neared their meeting place. She stopped a bit as her surroundings started to spin. She bent down and placed both her hands on her knees, an action that helped calm her dizziness, and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and straightened up again. What she did a while ago helped her, but not a lot. She was still slightly feeling dizzy.
Wanting to arrive at their meeting place, Hermione started to walk. Every step, she became dizzier and dizzier, making her groan in frustration.
Finally, she spotted the bench with Draco clutching Mr. Beady seated on it. The only problem was, Hermione was seeing double. She didn't know if the real Draco was in the right or in the left. She placed one shaky and clammy hand on her sweating forehead and closed her eyes, a soft groan escaping from her lips.
Draco's ears perked up at the soft sound he had heard. He was gifted with sharp hearing, you know. Draco looked up and saw Hermione. He smiled but then it slowly turned into a frown when he saw the look of Hermione. "Hey, are you all right?" he asked, standing up as Hermione started to wobble a little. Draco could see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Hermione…" he whispered. Suddenly, Hermione collapsed on the ground. Draco's eyes widened as he approached the unconscious brunette. "Hermione," he said, shaking her. The brunette was shivering uncontrollably as more sweat formed on her forehead. She was gasping for air. Frightened and worried, the blond touched her forehead with his right hand but immediately withdrew it. She was burning hot.
Frantically, Draco looked around, wanting to find if someone could help them. The blond groaned when he didn't see someone… anyone. "Hermione… please be all right," he said to her, eyes wide because of fear.
And then, his mind started working. Eyes trained on the unconscious teenager, he whispered, "Dobby, I summon you."
It was barely a minute when Draco heard the familiar dull pop made by his personal house-elf, Dobby. Draco looked at him and never felt so happy to see his face before. Unable to control himself, the blond hugged his startled house-elf.
"Young Master Draco summoned Dobby," he said, pulling effortlessly away from Draco's bear hug. "What does Young Master Draco want from Dobby?"
Draco pointed one, pale finger at the unconscious brunette. "She's sick, Dobby. I need your help to bring her to the Malfoy Manor," he said with obvious worry. It was really lucky his parents were not home.
Dobby eyed Hermione with a slight frown. "Does Young Master Draco know the Miss?"
The blond nodded vigorously. "She's my friend, Dobby," he said. "Now please, help me bring her to one of the guest rooms."
His personal house-elf nodded his head. He could already hear the worry and fright in his young master's voice. He latched his right arm with Draco's left and held Hermione's arm with his left. With a snap, they disappeared.
Draco looked at the grandfather clock for the umpteenth time and then looked at the sleeping young woman on the bed. It had been an hour since Hermione fainted and now she was sleeping in one of the guest rooms in the Malfoy Manor.
With the help of Dobby's magic (house-elves have magic), they both managed to make the unconscious Hermione drink a Pepper-Up Potion. So now, the brunette's fever went down, though, she was still quite warm.
Draco had stayed by her side ever since their arrival in the Malfoy Manor. Dobby had offered to look for Hermione while Draco took a rest but surprisingly, the blond refused to leave her side. The house-elf then busied himself by making some lunch for his Young Master and his friend.
The blond then stared at Mr. Beady seated on his lap. "Hermione's not yet awake, Mr. Beady," he said, stroking the top of his teddy bear. "But she's all right now. Her fever went down. There's no need to be worried anymore."
And then suddenly, Hermione released a soft groan. Draco looked at her eagerly, wanting to see if she was awake already. But unfortunately, she just rolled over so her face was now facing Draco. The blond sighed and then heard Hermione's groan again.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"Mom… Dad…" she mumbled followed by a soft sob.
"Hermione? Are you awake?" Draco asked, looking at her with wide, surprised eyes. Hermione didn't answer him so Draco presumed that she was just talking in her sleep. The blond slightly smiled at his new discover. Hermione talked in her sleep.
"Home…" she mumbled as she rolled over again, now her back facing Draco. "I want to go home." Another soft sob escaped from her mouth.
Draco watched her quietly with interest when she stirred again.
"Harry… Ron…" she muttered. "I want to go back." Draco frowned when a lone tear escaped from her right eye. He wiped it away with his finger, feeling the wetness of her tear.
He then looked at her again, her face now relaxed. 'So, she misses home,' he mused, unconsciously wiping his slightly wet finger with his shirt. Hermione wanted to go home, that was what he presumed. Draco frowned again. If Hermione went home, there would be a possibility they wouldn't see each other again. He sighed. Maybe he could ask if they could still see each other once Hermione's Head Girl task ends.
"Young Master Draco?" Dobby's soft voice said, breaking the silence. Draco slowly looked at him with a questioning look on his face.
"What is it, Dobby?" he asked.
"A letter arrived for Young Master Draco. The letter is in the kitchen, Young Master Draco," Dobby said. His eyes then shifted on the sleeping brunette. "How is Miss Hermione?"
"She's fine now, Dobby," he said. "Could you just give me the letter?" He didn't want to leave Hermione's side.
Dobby shook his head. "The owl doesn't want Dobby to get the letter. Young Master Draco should be the one to get the letter. The owl is waiting for Young Master Draco's reply," he reasoned.
"The letter is from?" Draco asked.
"From Master Lucius, Young Master Draco," his personal house-elf said.
Draco sighed. He knew what the letter would be about.
"Does Young Master Draco want to let Dobby look for Miss Hermione?" Dobby inquired, his eyes trained on their sleeping guest.
The blond sighed. "It's all right, Dobby. You can continue whatever you are doing."
Dobby nodded. With a snap of his fingers, he was gone.
Draco shot one last look on Hermione. He placed Mr. Beady beside her. "Look after her, Mr. Beady. I'll go back immediately," he said and with that, he went out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, Hermione rolled over again. "Draco Malfoy," she mumbled followed by a sigh, hugging the teddy bear unconsciously. "I love you."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself staring face to face with Mr. Beady. She blinked several times and rolled over so that she was now facing the ceiling. 'Where am I?' she asked herself, quickly discovering the obvious difference of this room from her temporary bedroom. She looked at the windows and saw green curtains. She was lying on a four poster bed, she observed, with silver bed hangings and green blanket. The bed felt oddly so comfortable, in Hermione's opinion.
The brunette's face slightly contorted in curiosity. 'Everything's green and silver. Very Slytherin-like,' she mused, looking at a wardrobe painted in silver. She looked back at the ceiling and immediately recognized the crest – the Malfoy crest. She usually saw it in the Heads' Dormitory.
Hermione's eyes widened in realization. She was in the Malfoy Manor. She sat up quite abruptly, making her slightly dizzy. She blinked several times until the dizzy sensation disappeared. 'Why am I in the Malfoy Manor?' she thought, looking around again. Everything was pretty expensive. Hermione frowned. She remembered having a fever when she woke up this morning. She drank a painkiller since Merlin didn't have any Pepper-Up Potion and he didn't know any healing spells. She remembered walking towards their meeting place while being so dizzy. The last thing she remembered was seeing Draco before she fainted.
Hermione groaned. She fainted because of her fever. Panic slightly attacked her. 'What if Lucius Malfoy is here?' she asked herself. She sighed. She hated 'what if' questions.
CRASH!
Hermione's eyes immediately landed on the door. She heard a crashing noise followed by muffled voices. Curious, she quietly and slowly stood up. She opened the door slightly and peeked outside. There was Dobby who was kneeling on the floor while picking broken pieces of glass with Draco who was constantly apologizing.
"I'm sorry, Dobby," he said for the umpteenth time. "I'm sorry. You should have just given me the tray."
Dobby sighed. "Dobby told Young Master Draco the tray is heavy."
Draco pouted. "But I wanted to give the tray of food to Hermione myself," he grumbled inaudibly. He bent down and helped Dobby in picking the pieces of the broken glass.
"Young Master Draco might be wounded," Dobby gently scolded, watching as Draco picked the broken pieces of glass. Hermione watched in interest, not yet wanting to disturb the master and servant.
"No, I won't," the blond stubbornly said. He continued to pick broken pieces of glass. "Ouch!" he exclaimed as blood oozed out of the young blond's index finger. Dobby sighed.
"Dobby warned Young Master Draco," the house-elf said.
"Are you all right, Draco?" Hermione suddenly asked as she knelt down beside the blond.
Draco looked at her in surprise. "It hurts a little," he said, frowning at his wound.
"Dobby will mend the wound," the house-elf said.
"No, it's all right, Dobby," Hermione said. "It's just a little wound. Don't waste your magic with it."
Draco then was startled when Hermione suddenly held his hand gently. With her free hand, she rummaged inside her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Draco watched in silence as she wiped the blood with the usage of her handkerchief. Once the bleeding stopped, she smiled at the blond.
"There," she said. "Does it still hurt?"
"A bit," Draco admitted. He hated having wounds. They really hurt. His eyes widened when Hermione lightly kissed his wounded finger.
"Does it still hurt?" Hermione asked.
Draco didn't answer but continued to stare at the brunette as if she grew a second head.
Hermione chuckled at the surprised look on Draco's face. "My mother used to do that when I was a kid," the brunette said. "If I have a small wound, which hurts, she would kiss it and then the pain would go away," she explained. "Now, does it still hurt?"
The blond mutely shook his head, making the brunette smile.
"Is Miss Hermione all right now?" Dobby inquired. The small mess was clean now. The tray with Hermione's supposed lunch was now seen beside the house-elf.
"Oh, I'm fine now," Hermione said. "You gave me some Pepper-Up Potion, right?"
Dobby nodded. "Yes, Miss Hermione."
Hermione grinned. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Granger," the house-elf said. "It's a pleasure for Dobby to help Young Master Draco's friends."
The brunette's grin widened. She then looked at the tray beside Dobby. "That's my lunch?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco answered, now composing himself back. "Lunch in bed."
Hermione chuckled. "Have you eaten, Draco?"
Draco shook his head.
"Let's eat together then," Hermione said as she stood up. She helped Draco up, too.
"Bring her lunch in the dining room, Dobby," Draco ordered. "Make sure my lunch is ready, too."
Dobby nodded and held the tray. With a snap, he disappeared. Draco looked at Hermione.
"Come on, I'll show you the dining room," he said. Hermione nodded and followed the blond.
While they were walking, Hermione observed the whole Malfoy Manor. Everything made her interested because everything was priceless. Hermione felt like she was looking inside a castle's house. There were very expensive antiques that came from different parts of the world. Hermione practically gasped when she saw a small replica of The Statue of Liberty.
"That was a gift from a rich acquaintance of Father," Draco said, following Hermione's gaze. He'd been watching her from the corner of his eyes and was quite amused with her awe.
"It… it looks exactly like The Statue of Liberty!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Err… yeah," Draco said, still amused.
They were silent for their whole trip towards the dining room. Hermione was busy observing the whole Manor while Draco looked at her from the corner of his eyes.
"Are your parents here?" she asked, breaking the silence. She looked at Draco with slight panic.
Draco shook his head. "They won't go home. They're busy preparing for my Mother's birthday ball."
"Oh," Hermione said. "When's your Mother's birthday."
"30th of May," the blond answered.
"Oh, I see why they're busy," Hermione said. "It's three days from now."
The blond just nodded.
They continued to walk in silence until Draco broke it.
"We're here," he said while they were standing in front a huge oak-wooden door with a length that reached from the ceiling to the floor. Hermione eagerly watched as he opened the door.
Once it was open, her mouth instantly dropped.
"Good God," she said, almost breathless. "This is very gorgeous." The dining room was very big in size. A long table was seen at the middle of the room. Hermione presumed that it was almost as long as the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. A huge chandelier was hanging above the ceiling which was painted with angels and clouds. Huge windows with green curtains were seen at the left side of the dining room while at the right side were more antiques and expensive things. "Filthy rich," Hermione mumbled. "And I'm dirty poor." She sighed and shook his head. The Malfoy family would always be ostentatious.
"Come on, Hermione, lunch is ready," Draco said, tugging her right hand. Hermione followed and sat down at the very end of the table. The blond sat down at the opposite end of the table. Hermione frowned at their seating arrangement. She stood up and walked towards the chair beside where Draco was seated.
"What are you doing here?" the blond asked.
"How can I talk to you if I'm seating at the very end of the table?" Hermione just simply asked. "I don't want to shout while eating, you know."
Draco looked at her curiously but just shrugged.
Food appeared and that was when Hermione felt she was really, really famished. She just ate as much as she could, grabbing the opportunity of eating delicious foods mostly eaten by rich people only.
The blond watched her in amusement and curiosity. "Slow down, Hermione. The food won't go anywhere," Draco said.
Hermione smiled at him after swallowing a piece of the scrumptious steak. "Sorry, Draco, I can't help it. I've never eaten expensive food before."
Draco just nodded and continued eating.
After they finished eating their lunch, the brunette sighed in contentment.
"Thanks for the delicious food," she said, making Draco smile. "Anyway, I feel better now. I think I'll just go home."
Draco frowned. "Can't you just stay longer?" he asked, feeling hopeful.
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, Draco. What will I do here anyway?"
"I can show you our library," he suggested. He watched as Hermione's eyes lit up in excitement.
"All right, I can stay a little longer," Hermione said as she stood up. Draco stood up, too. "Is your library huge?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know…" he said. "But Father said it's twice as big as the Hogwarts library." With his answer, Hermione couldn't help but squeal softly.
"I miss the Hogwarts library," she told Draco. "I miss the feeling of being in a library."
"Well, what do you feel when you are in a library?" the blond asked.
"Ease… relaxation," Hermione simply said. "No matter how stressful the day was, if I go to the Hogwarts library, my stress immediately disappears."
"Oh," he simply said.
They continued to walk until they arrived at another huge oak-wooden door. Draco opened the door while Hermione watched in excitement.
Once the door was open, Hermione couldn't help but gasp. "Wow," she said as she looked at Draco. "Your father's right, Draco. It's twice as big as the Hogwarts library."
Draco just beamed and walked inside, Hermione trailing behind him. The brunette felt like she was in heaven with hundreds of thousands of books organized in big, wooden shelves. She almost collapsed in joy. Almost only.
Like in Hogwarts, the books were classified according to their genre. Bewitched wooden signs were seen hovering above some shelves. Hermione immediately approached the shelves with a sign 'Fiction' and started to browse from book to book.
"Do you want me to go, Hermione?" Draco asked, watching Hermione.
"No, stay here," the brunette said, chuckling to herself. "I might get lost. Just… just read a book."
Draco sighed and followed Hermione's advice. He went towards the 'Sports' section and got a book about Quidditch. When he was about to sit down on one table, Hermione came half-walking, half-running towards him. She was smiling and her cheeks were slightly red.
"You have the whole Twilight series?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the chair across Draco.
The blond nodded.
"Oh thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "I haven't read New Moon and Eclipse yet. I just finished Twilight this summer and I'm dying to read the sequels!"
Draco stared at her, mouth slightly ajar. Hermione noticed it and looked at him questioningly.
"What?"
The blond chuckled and shook his head. "Unbelievable," he said. "Why do girls practically fall in love with that book?"
"Because Stephenie Meyer did a good job in writing these books!" Hermione simply reasoned. "And…Edward Cullen is… well… as what Bella Swan described him… inhumanly beautiful."
Draco shook his head again. "You're sounding like my mother," the blond said.
"Why?"
"My mother's addicted to the Twilight series, too, you know," Draco said. "Every time I'm not doing anything and she's not doing anything, she begs me to listen about how she loves Twilight. She tells me how she wishes all the vampires in the Wizarding World are like the Cullens. Those were the worst days of my life."
Hermione chuckled. "Have you read it, then?"
The blond frowned. "No and never. I think it's too sissy for me," he answered.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued to read the book. Their peaceful reading broke when Dobby came wobbling inside.
"Dobby apologizes for the interruption but the teas and biscuits are ready, Young Master Draco," the house-elf said.
Draco nodded his head and then looked at Hermione. "Do you want to drink tea and eat biscuits?"
"That's fine with me," Hermione said, nodding.
"All right, tea time is always in the garden," he said as he stood up. Hermione stood up too and returned the book on the right shelf.
The two then walked towards the garden in a peaceful silence. When they arrived there, Hermione couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Their garden was very beautiful, too. There were many different kinds of plants, magical and non-magical. Some bushes were in different forms and shapes. Hermione stared in awe at one bush shaped like the Malfoy crest.
"My mother's the one who maintains the garden's beauty," Draco said, feeling slightly proud. "All the guests that visit our Manor are always in awe whenever we bring them to our garden."
"Oh," the brunette simply said. Draco led her towards a gazebo at the middle of the garden with a small table with their teas and some biscuits. Hermione smiled. It had been a long time ever since she had drunk tea.
She sat at the opposite of Draco and slowly sipped her tea. "It's delicious," she commented.
Draco smiled. "Dobby makes the best tea in the whole world," he said.
The brunette just smiled again. She munched some biscuits before Draco broke the silence.
"You know, you are very interesting when you sleep," he said. Hermione froze. Slowly, she looked at Draco with an impish smile on his face. "I discovered something about you, you know. You talk in your sleep."
Hermione scowled. "Yes, I do know I talk in my sleep. Thank you for pointing it out," she said sarcastically, making Draco chuckle. His smile then disappeared when he slightly frowned.
"You said you miss your mom and dad," he softly said.
The brunette made a small smile. "Indeed I do. I miss my home."
"And you mumbled names… I think they're Harry and Ron," he said, eyebrows knitting together. "Who are they?"
"They're my best friends," Hermione simply said.
"Boys?"
Hermione nodded, chuckling softly. "Yeah, they're both boys and I'm the only girl," she said. "People say I act like their mother, you know. They always do annoying things leading them to detention. They're troublemakers. But even if they're like that, they're still very important to my life."
"You said you want to go back," Draco whispered. His tone made Hermione look at him curiously. "A tear slipped down your face."
The brunette bit her bottom lip and stared at her tea. "It's a bit hard to adjust, Draco," she said. "I'm used in waking up early in the morning and going to the Great Hall with Harry and Ron. I'm used in scolding them when they don't do their homework. I'm used in being called as the 'know-it-all, bossy Mud… err… Mug… err… Pureblood'." Hermione slightly blushed when Draco looked at her strangely because of her stutters but dropped it.
"You're bossy?"
Hermione grinned and shrugged. "What do you think?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, I think you are bossy," he admitted.
The brunette chuckled. "Everyone thinks I'm very, very bossy," she said, sighing. "I can't help it. It just bothers me when people don't do the right thing. So, when I tell them to right their mistakes, they call me a bossy girl."
"Aren't you bothered?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm not. I told you I'm used to it," she said with a thoughtful look on her face. "Though, it had hurt me one time when I was in first year. I cried in the girls' bathroom, almost crushed by a troll."
Draco's eyes widened. "Wow, how did you survived?"
"My best friends saved me," Hermione said. "If they didn't come, I think I'll be six feet below the ground already."
The blond flinched with her words. "How does it feel to have best friends?" he asked innocently.
Hermione stared at him with a frown. "It's… a nice feeling," she said. "I can't explain it."
"I wish I can feel it sometime," he said, grabbing a biscuit on the plate.
Pity bubbled inside Hermione's body. 'Poor boy,' she said, shaking her head.
"Since when did you know you talk in your sleep?" Draco asked, changing the topic.
"Oh," Hermione said. "Well, when I was ten years old like you. My mother told me I talk in my sleep."
Draco just nodded his head. He traced the rim of the cup of his tea with his pinky. "Hermione, once your Head Girl task is done, you'll go back, right?"
"Right," Hermione said, beaming. She couldn't wait to finish her task… not as Head Girl, though. Her smile turned into a frown at the look Draco was giving her.
"Will I see you again?" he whispered, his eyes trained on his tea.
"Maybe… maybe not."
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. He was now looking at the brunette.
"I don't know if we'll meet again, Draco," the brunette admitted, shoulders slightly slouching.
"Oh," was what the blond answered. But the brunette couldn't help but hear the bitter tone in his voice. And then, Hermione frowned as she was trying to remember something. She then froze and her eyes widened. She remembered one time when Merlin told her she mumbled that she loved Draco Malfoy.
"Hermione?" the blond asked, worried as Hermione was paling.
"Did I say something else?" the brunette asked.
Draco looked at her curiously but shook his head. "No, I went out of your room immediately. Is there something wrong?" he asked, feeling slightly worried.
Hermione released an obvious sigh of relief. Glad he didn't hear anything else that could shock him. "No, there's nothing wrong, Draco. Everything is perfectly fine."
The blond nodded and smiled.
The brunette smiled back and looked at her watch. It was already six in the evening. "Oh my, I stayed here for a very long time?" she asked, quickly finishing her tea.
"Err… yeah," Draco said.
Hermione stood up. "I have to go home," she said.
"Already?" he asked. His disappointment was obvious in the tone of his voice.
"Sorry," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I promise I will come to our meeting place tomorrow."
Draco seemed satisfied with her answer. "All right, 8:00 a.m. then?"
Hermione nodded.
"Good," he said. "Just make sure you won't faint or something." He was smirking when he said the last sentence. The brunette smiled.
"Of course," the brunette said. "Well, then, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Hermione," Draco said, standing up, too. He led Hermione towards the front door of their Manor. Before Hermione could go, the blond stopped her. "Oh, and Hermione? Make sure to bring an umbrella whenever the weather might not be good. I can't believe you have a very low immune system."
Hermione smiled again. "I won't forget that, Father, thanks," the brunette mocked. Honestly, the ten-year-old blond did sound like her fifty-something-year-old father.
Draco just rolled his eyes.
The brunette waved goodbye for the last time and went back to her temporary home.
When Hermione arrived at her temporary house, Merlin was nowhere to be seen. Not knowing what to do right now, the brunette chose to cook her own dinner. It surprised her that there were some supplies in the kitchen cabinets (Hermione didn't know if Merlin got them inside the cabinets or somewhere else).
Hermione decided to cook pasta. Once she was done cooking it, the brunette ate it, still without any Merlin in sight. The brunette presumed that the old wizard was busy doing some things above.
She then cleaned the dishes and went to bed early.
Another disclaimer: The Twilight series are not mine. I am not Stephenie Meyer and (sigh) Edward Cullen is unfortunately not mine also.
A/N: End of chapter! Now, it's time for your reviews! I have bad news, though. I won't be home starting tomorrow until June 2. That's bad, I know! (Waaah!) So that means I can't update. I'm really sorry. I don't know if there would be internet in the place where I will go (btw, I'll go to Palawan tomorrow! Hurrah!) (For those who doesn't know where it is, it's in the Philippines). I can't promise to update within those days but I'll try my best. I'll bring a pen and paper so that once I come back, I'll just type and voila! I can update then. I'm really, really sorry. I'll update PiD! too.
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