Week 3 – Contact
Week 3, Day 1, Hermiones POV
Hermione was stirred awake by a profound drawn out growl, which was coming from her large part kneazle ginger cat, Crookshanks. Opening her eyes briefly she saw Crookshanks perched at the window, she moaned out loud as she started to rub the sleepy from her eyes, her annoyance with the early wake-up call was apparent on her face. Like light spilling from a flashlight into darkness you could see the light coming into the room threw the opening in the dark blue curtains. She could see small little bits of fur rustled into the air, and she made a mental note to brush him later since the summer heat was making him shed.
Crookshanks had pushed the bedroom curtain aside, and both of his paws were pressed against the window pane for support, as he stood on thick back legs, supported by unusually large paws. His tail was waving back in fourth, the movements sharp and predatorily. This was not unusual behavior for Crookshanks; she often caught him staring out the window during the day, watching the birds fly to and from the ground. However, it was not common for him to be so wild about it like he was right now.
After the night Hermione had she got out of the bed slowly, her movements forced and not natural. She spent most of the night out with her best friends Harry and Ginny hitting the night life, and the after effects of such a night was really taking a toll on her body. She had no idea why she even bothered to go out, especially with the muggle news warning that people should avoid going out unless it was necessary. However the wizarding world seemed to not take the muggle advices seriously, and even though there were some hints in the Daily Prophet about being careful, there was nothing new. Most figured that whatever had happened was contained, or it was another pandemic scare like so many before.
Trying her best to avoid what light was in the bedroom already she walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and just stared into the darkness for a moment. She was starting to remember her night out now; she could remember the feel of a cold glass drink in her hands, the condensation running down her palms and eventually off her arm. She also started to remember many more of those drinks throughout the night because she just sat there waiting, for someone, anyone, to ask her to dance. Her best friends did try their best to keep her spirits up, and she did have a great time atleast until she ran into him, quite literally too.
"I am going to get another one of… these!" Hermione yelled loudly so that Ginny and Harry could hear. She held up the empty glass, umbrella turned over in the bottom, and not a drop left to be seen. Ginny looked at the empty glass and fell into a fit of child-like giggles; they had both been drinking quite a bit. Harry just looked uncomfortable, it was not like he was their keeper or anything, he just was quieter when he was drinking.
Stumbling through the crowd she finally got to the bar, and instead of asking for another drink, like you would at a muggle bar, she merely showed the bartender her cup, he casted some quick spells, and behind him you could already see another one of the fruity drink being prepared. She grinned, still amazed at the limitations magic pushed. You could see dozens of drinks being made, each then floating to the wizard or witch that ordered it, and when they touched the glass, a green glow emitted to let that person know that drink had been added to their tab for the night. This was such a good system because it made it impossible for a person to walk out on their tab without the workers to knowing, as well as everyone else in the club.
The drink was finally complete and it floated over right into her open hand. She closed her eyes, turning away from the bar, and took a quick sip. She savored the taste of strawberries and some liquor; she moaned a little, not a sexy moan but one of just pure pleasure of having more. When she opened her eyes she was staring right into the eyes of no other, Draco Malfoy. He looked as shocked as she did. Stumped for a second, and briefly coming to her senses she started to brush past him just when he started to say "Grang…" she sighed loudly, looked at him with disgust and said "I'm drunk, I'm having fun with friends…" emphasis on friends, and as she walked passed him she added "Leave me alone, not worth the time."
A cold hand grabbed her arm roughly but she pulled from his touch…..
Hermione was shocked from reliving that memory when she heard a loud gunshot. It was so loud it had to have come from one of the located apartments nearby. Rushing out of the bathroom, she ran to the nightstand and grabbed her wand. She held it tight as she nearly shoved Crooshanks off his perch, and looked out the window. What she was seeing outside was something she knew she could never forget.