Hey guys, sorry for the huge delay between the last chapter and this one. I've been procrastinating with everything lately. But here it is. I'm working on the next chapter now aswell. Review if you like it :)
That night I didn't see Malfoy in our room. His bed lay at the other end of the room. We were each given a separate bathroom and a joint living room. If Malfoy had come in I hadn't heard him, and he must have left long before I woke up. I didn't give it much thought though. I ignored him just like he ignored me. I tolerated him in class and shook off his glances in the library. Things were back to normal.
"I heard there is going to be a thunderstorm today. No Quiddich training Ron," Harry said sitting down opposite Ron and I. Thunder and Lightning didn't particularly bother me…during the day time. But as a child it used to keep me awake for hours.
"What are you doing for the day Hermione?" Ron asked. It was Sunday. I had a Potion exam tomorrow that I knew I needed to revise for.
"We have a potions exam tomorrow Ron, Harry. Have you even opened the book yet?" I asked.
"There is plenty of time Hermione," Ron argued.
"While you two are having fun failing I'll be in the library for the day," I laughed making my way up from the table and towards the library.
The day passed quickly but I didn't get much work done due to the storm. It screamed and banged outside the library window all day, and when it got dark the storm got even more enraged.
The lights started to turn off in sequence in the library and I knew it was time to leave. The thought of trying to sleep through the storm worried me so instead of going back to my dormitory I went to find Harry and Ron. They sat in a circle with Ginny in the common room, eating different flavoured trick sweets they had purchased from Fred and George.
"Hey Hermione, get much study done?" Ron joked.
"More then you anyways," I boasted, sitting down next to Ginny. I sat for most of the night, laughing and joking until I couldn't put it off anymore. Harry and Ginny had left for bed when Ron started to doze off on the couch.
"Ron come on, wake up it's time to go to bed!" I said, picking him up from the couch and half carrying him to his bed. Harry, Dean and Seamus were snoring asleep when I went in. Ron plonked down on the bed and within seconds he was snoring. I pulled off his shoes and shoved him under the covers.
Walking back to the Senior Prefect Dormitory the storm didn't settle at all. I said the password and entered the dorm, stripping off quickly and jumping in to bed. I didn't even bother to check if Malfoy was there because I knew he wasn't. To my surprise I feel asleep quickly but was woken up an hour later by the sound of lightening hitting a tree outside. The noise increased as the rain belted against the window. I moaned in fright and covered my face with the pillow.
"Granger please I'm trying to sleep here. It would be a lot easier if you weren't crying like a baby over there about some little rain outside!" Malfoy hissed from the other side of the room.
"Malfoy?" I asked, sniffing deeply, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"You always were afraid of thunder and lighting," he recalled. I stopped, amazed. It was the first time since we were 11 that Malfoy had even acknowledged that we had been friends once. I turned over in the bed and stared over at him. The lightening flashed and for a split second I could make out his silhouette staring back over at me. I wiped my eyes again and buried my face into the pillow. It was the first time I had ever seen Malfoy in the Prefects Dormitory all year.
The thunder banged again and I let out a small cry.
"Oh God Granger please shut up I have Quidditch in the morning!" He complained. The wind whistled and there was a loud crash outside. I screamed in terror and hid, expecting the worse.
"Granger either shut up or come over here!" he said. I slid up from under the covers in confusion. Lighting stuck again and in the glow of the light I saw Malfoy holding up his covers for me. I was frozen in shock. Could he have remembered that time when we were 6? He must have. To my disbelief my legs carried me out of the bed and over to his. I slid in to the warmth of his bed and pulled the covers up over me. Malfoy moved to the other edge of the bed and sighed deeply.
"Can you do something to tame that hair of yours?" Malfoy asked taking my hair and pushing it over my shoulder.
"Sorry," I mutter, a little uncomfortable. The thunder rolls again but I feel much more safe than I did. I can smell him. He smells of earth. He smells just like he did years ago. A smell I thought I had forgotten.
"I can't believe you're still afraid of thunderstorms," He mocked, turning over. I listen as Malfoy begins to breathe deeply into the pillow. I wonder should I say anything. He's mentioned the past twice already. Is he trying to give me a sign that he's okay to talk about it. I chance it.
"I can't believe you remember," I whispered timidly. Malfoy seems to shift again, uncomfortably. I mentally slap myself for even mentioning it.
"Just because I haven't mentioned it in 6 years, doesn't mean I forgot," Malfoy retorts. His tone seems final and I don't want to push him. He doesn't move again but the gap between us seems smaller than ever.
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