Chapter 3
…Well despised by everyone who I had been close to. It wasn't as if I had wanted to go behind their backs, but I was in love…
It was hard, not only because there was a war going on, but because everyone she was fighting with would despise Draco. She had to find a way to help him, and get the order all their information at the same time.
Hermione lay awake, trying to figure out just that…how? She couldn't sleep, although that wasn't a change she wasn't able to sleep at all these days. What had Draco been looking for the night she had seen him? He had looked scared shitless!
Deciding she couldn't wait until morning, she slipped out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans and a jacket, and made her way to the Room of Requirements.
He looks so peaceful…Hermione thought as she entered the room. She watched him sleep for a few minutes before coughing on purpose to wake him up.
He jolted up, wand at the ready. She just raised her eyebrows as he realized who it was.
"What the hell are you doing here Granger?" He said croakily.
"I came to find out something." She said simply as he tried to cover his bare chest with a blanket. She blushed slightly but went on.
"What were you looking for in the library that night?"
"I…what?"
"What were you looking for? You looked so frantic and, I need to know what you were looking for." She glanced around the lightly lit room, as he comprehended his answer.
"I was looking for a charm, any charm that would hide me from…him." He said the last part coldly, as she shivered. It was rather cold. Seeing her shiver he grabbed a blanket and walked over to put over the two of them.
"I didn't care if it was a charm to fake your own death or make you invisible forever. I had to get away." She nodded in understanding, then had and idea.
"What if you changed your name?"
"He'd still know it was me."
"Changed your look?"
"He'd still know it was me – "
Then at the same time the two looked at each other and said,
"Personality!" He had to change his aura, his persona, himself.
"But, old habits die hard…" He mumbled more to himself than her. Ignoring this Hermione said,
"You have to turn over."
"What?"
"You have to become a Gryffindore. Part of the -" She stopped herself before she revealed the order. All of a sudden he shook his head frantically.
"No, no-way! They would know it was me like that!" He snapped his fingers to demonstrate.
"Do you want my help or not?" She snapped at him. He flinched and she remembered how touchy he was at the moment.
"Sorry. Well, when do we start?" He asked perking up.
"Tomorrow. After dinner we'll –"
"I'm not supposed to be here you know. How am I supposed to eat." Sighing Hermione called out "Dobby!" And in a click, an odd looking house-elf burst in front of them.
"You called mistress?"
"Yes, Could you please bring Mr. Malfoy here his meals? He isn't feeling very well at this moment."
"Yes miss."
"Oh and Dobby?"
"Yes miss?"
"Please don't tell anyone he is here."
"Yes miss." And with a nod of his head he was gone. Hermione turned to Draco triumphantly.
"After dinner tomorrow night." Standing up she made for the door.
"Granger." Draco drawled. Turning she saw his prize smirk appear on his face.
"This doesn't mean were friends you know." Narrowing her eyes she said,
"Why of course, I wouldn't think of anything less." He looked taken aback but she just shrugged and stormed from the room.
After that, he couldn't help feel a pang of guilt.