The Hogsmeade trip came faster than they expected. And as each day passed the students of Hogwarts seemed to get more anxious to go. Hermione seemed to be the most excited to go. She didn’t really understand why she was, but she knew she was. She didn’t know if it was because she was happy to be in a normal relation ship or if it was more because this was a chance to get back at Draco for what he said.
She didn’t really understand why she was so upset by what he said, but she knew she was. She knew that what he said in some way hurt her, she couldn’t explain it, and she knew that he was right. She started hating herself over it, she had never been wrong before, but she was then.
The day of the trip finally came and she was the first one down to breakfast that day. She sat at the Gryffindor table waiting for Ron, Harry and Ginny to come down. She heard footsteps approaching the empty hall, she turned to see who it was and as soon as she saw that certain blonde boy walk through the door she wanted nothing else than to disappear back into her room.
She expected him to walk up to her, but she was hoping he wouldn’t but before she realized it he was standing in front of her, looking down at her as she sat. She looked blankly up at him.
“Hermione,” he said calmly and sweetly, “I’m sorry about what I said in class a while ago, but you have no idea what I’m going through. You are all I think about. Not a day goes by that I’m not beating myself up over what I said. I don’t know how I can make this better, but I know that I want to fix this. I didn’t do anything terribly bad, but I want to make it up to you. I want to show you how sorry I am. Please.”
He handed her a folded piece of parchment. Without waiting for her response he walked away. At this point many students were now entering the hall, taking their seats and digging in to the food that was now set on the tables. She sat there staring at where he stood before walking off. Not believing what he said. He apologized for something that was her fault, not his. Ron had now sat down and began eating.
“Hey Hermione,” he said through a mouthful of sausage, “are you ok?”
“Yeah, what?” she said not realizing what he said, “what did you say?”
“Are you ok?” he repeated.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said turning around to face the table.
“You should eat something,” Ginny said, “you look terrible.”
Hermione didn’t respond, she just looked at the folded piece of parchment in her hand, what could Draco possibly write down in that piece of parchment that would show her how sorry he was. She never could fully understand what went on in his head, she didn’t want to understand, because if she tried to she would start caring for him, and falling for him again. She couldn’t do that, she was happy now, she had a caring boyfriend and two friends who would do anything to make her happy. She didn’t need someone tearing all that away from her. But then the memories of her and Draco came flooding back in to her mind. Almost as if it was real and happening again, she could see, hear, smell, and feel it all again. As if she went back and was reliving it.
She walked into the room that would be her new home for the next year of school. Her trunk was sitting at the end of her bed, anxious to be unpacked. She couldn’t believe that she was head girl. She had wanted it for so long, and now that she was head girl, she walked out into the joint head’s common room. She sat down on the couch in front of the magnificent fireplace and waited for the head boy to walk into the room. She heard a door open down the hall to her left, and the sound of slow footsteps walking down the hall filled the air. She stood up and didn’t know why she did but she walked over to the boy standing in the archway.
He stood about a head taller than her, he looked down at her with cold uninviting eyes that seemed to pull her into him. He leaned down putting his lips close to her ear.
“Granger,” he said coldly and softly, “why are you always so predictable?”
He pulled back watching the effect of his words. Seeing the pain in her eyes and being satisfied with his work. He walked past her and left the room. She stood for a moment before looking over her shoulder as he walked out of the room.
“God I hate when he does that!” she told herself, “Why do I let him do that to me. We haven’t seen each other in 2 months and that is how he greets me. I can’t believe him!”
She looked down at the floor waiting a few minutes contemplating whether or not to do what she was thinking. After a few more minutes she pulled a small hourglass out from the front of her robes. She turned it once and watched the world go in reverse around her. She sat on the couch and waited for herself to walk into the room.
As if on cue, she saw herself walk into the room. Her past self jumped as she saw herself on the couch.
“What the hell!” her past self yelled.
“Just go back to our room and save your self the pain,” she watched as her past self did as she was told and she followed herself into her room.
After an hour her past self faded and she walked into the common room. She was relieved when she saw that is was empty. She went down to dinner and took a seat at the Gryffindor table.
“Hermione are you ready to go?” Ron asked, “we are leaving for Hogsmeade.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
They walked out of the castle and onto the grounds where the carriages were waiting for the students. The four Gryffindors found an empty carriage in the back of the line and were soon on their way to Hogsmeade. Hermione leaned against the side wall of the carriage and unfolded the piece of parchment and reading what was inside.
Meet me at The Whimsical at 1 o’clock.
Hermione folded the parchment and stuffed it quickly into her pocket. What was Draco playing at? They couldn’t meet in public. Even if it was at a place that no one went to. It was absurd. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Plus how would she be able to get away from her curious friends long enough to go meet with him.
“Hey, I was just thinking that I wanted to get you something,” she said as she turned toward Ron, “I want it to be a surprise, so I will go get it around 1.”
“Can I come? It sounds like a really cute idea.” Ginny said sounding quite interested.
“Well, I kinda want it to be a surprise for everyone,” Hermione said quickly, “I’m sorry Ginny.”
“Oh, ok,” Ginny said slowly.
“Next time Ginny, I promise.”
“Ok,” Ginny said sounding a lot happier.
“If you want to,” Ron said.
They believed it? She thought to herself. She couldn’t believe it.
They unloaded the carriages and the time passed quicker than everyone expected. Before they realized it, it was already 12:30. Hermione quickly said goodbye and left. She walked into the small restaurant and saw Draco sitting at a table in the back. There was only one other table occupied in the whole restaurant. Hermione stopped at the table but didn’t sit down.
“What do you want Draco?”
“I wanted you to show how sorry I am,” he said standing up.
“I figured that by the speech at breakfast,” she said, “what are you really up to?”
He held his hand out and looked at her longingly.
“What are you playing at?”
“You said it yourself, dancing is how you express yourself, well now is your chance to express yourself, no one is here to watch you, so you don’t have to hide anything.” He said this calmly yet demanding, “Just dance like you mean it, no one is here to judge you.”
She took his hand and let him lead her to the center of the restaurant. He took out his want and moved the tables out of the way. Music started to fill the room, he placed his hand on her waist as they have done so many times before and they began to dance. They turned this way and that. He spun her and pulled her closer to him. They danced as they have never danced before, and as if they would never dance again. They danced with so much energy and passion. She let herself go, and nothing mattered but them dancing, right then and there. Hermione never wanted that moment to end; she wanted to feel like this forever.
“Draco, I’m sorry I got mad at you earlier,” she told him, “I love you. The last few days have been the worst days of my life. I never want to be without you, but you know that if I can’t be myself everything I dance, I can’t deal with myself or with us, cause it feels like a lie, even though I know it isn’t.”
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