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“Hermione? Hermione. Wake up! You know, I don’t have to do this. I could just walk away and leave you here, asleep and all alone. WAKE UP!” I was awake from the first time Lavender said my name, but I was too lazy to get up right way.
“You don’t have to bloody shout.” I mumbled as I propped myself up on my elbows.
“And what is so important that you have to wake me up so early to tell me?” She stared at me for a second, then burst into a fit of laughter.
“Early!? We’re…going…to…be…bloody…..LATE!” She managed to gasp between giggles. Late? I glanced at the clock that rested on the night stand by my bed. Merlin! Was that the time? Breakfast was already over, and classes were about to begin. Wait, Lavender came back to the common room after breakfast, taking the chance of being late, just to wake me up? Lavender and I didn’t hate each other, but we weren’t that friendly. Any chances of me being her friend vanished during fifth year, when she was one of the people who thought Harry was lying about Voldemort coming back.
I felt a wave of appreciation for her.
“Well, umm…thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. But my thanks was enough for Lavender. She smiled at me, then told me to “get a move on”. I dressed quickly, then rushed out of the common room to my first class of the day, Transfiguration.
By the time I barged into the classroom, I was five minutes late. My gaze automatically sought out Harry and Ron, who were sharing another one of those Is the world going to end? looks. I guess it was kind of weird. Me, Hermione Granger, the oh-so-smart one, becoming Hermione Granger, the oh-so- “what’s going on?” one. It was strange.
“Miss Granger, please take a seat, and try to be more timely from now on.” Professor McGonagall said, attempting to look stern, but failing. Her face was a mask of concern. Great, the last thing I need right now is to have the teachers worrying as well. I was lost in my thoughts once again as I took my usual seat next to the boys.
My thoughts circled around one particular individual. Malfoy. Again, how can I not wonder?
“Harry.” I whispered. But of course, the one time he had to be paying attention to the teacher, had to be the one time I needed him. I stomped on his foot. THAT got his attention.
“Hermione! What was that for?” He whispered back. I got straight to the point.
“Have you noticed anything strange about Malfoy lately?” I twirled a lock of my brown hair between my fingers as I waited for his answer. His face twisted in shock and confusion.
` “Well, besides what I told you on the Hogwarts Express….no. Why? Has he been bothering you?” I wanted to say yes, but that would have made him even more confused. I took a second and recollected the train ride to Hogwarts, earlier that year.
The three of us sat in the tiny compartment, uncomfortable with the suddenly strained atmosphere. Ron had finally brought up the topic we were all trying desperately to avoid.
“So. What do you reckon Malfoy was doing in Borgin and Burkes?” Harry and I both tensed. I knew where this was going to go.
“I’ve got a few ideas.” Harry said stiffly. I sighed. Harry’s been going off about this ever since we left Knockturn Alley.
“Harry, no. Use your common sense!” I tried to scold him, but he would have none of it. He laughed sarcastically.
“I am! Just think about it Hermione! It all makes sense!” Ron was now looking back and forth between us. He obviously had no idea what we were talking about.
“Am I missing something?” Ah, leave it up to Ron. I sighed again.
“Harry is under the impression that Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.” I explained. “He may not be the best person in the world, but he’s not evil! He is not his father, Harry.” I knew Malfoy was a nasty person, but he was just a bully! Someone who insulted you, and did nothing more than hex you. But to infer that he would follow in his father’s footsteps, worshiping the most evil man alive? That was mad!
Ron’s eyes widened. “Blimey, really?” He turned to Harry questioningly.
“Everything points to that! All those people, it had to be something important. At Borgin and Burkes, no less!” Harry was determined to convince us. Well, me anyways. The evidence was pointing towards that, but I just couldn’t believe it.
“Well, lots of people shop at Borgin and Burkes! You can’t just assume that just because they’re there, Malfoy must be a Death Eater.” I attempted to make sense of it all. But I failed. Even Ron saw through my feeble excuse.
“Sure.” He drawled sarcastically. “I don’t think anyone has shopped there in at least fifty years.” I glared at him.
“And his father was a Death Eater. Don’t you think it would be sensible to have Malfoy join Voldemort, what with his dad being in Azkaban.” Harry once again tried to convince me. I sighed.
“Harry. Malfoy is a bully. He’s outright terrible. No one likes him and he buys his way into everything. He’s insufferable. But he’s not evil. No.”
He snorted, but knowing I didn’t want to continue the conversation, mumbled a whatever and looked out the window.
“Hermione.” Harry muttered under his breath as he nudged my elbow.
“Huh?” I hadn’t realized I zoned out. Looking up, I saw Professor McGonagall with a worried expression. Oh. She had been talking to me. Oops.
“Miss Granger? I believe you need to visit the Hospital Wing.” I started to protest, but she ushered me out, much to the class’s amusement. I sighed once again. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I’m not really sick, I just had a lot on my mind. But then again, I always have a lot on my mind. Maybe I was sick. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to just visit, to have a little check-up. Wouldn’t hurt.
Okay, you got me. I was genuinely worried about myself. I have never zoned out before this year, and now I zone out almost every second of everyday. Maybe I was fine. Maybe not.
And that’s how I found myself wandering towards the Hospital Wing. Actually, I was taking a detour, just in case anyone saw me. I don’t know why I was so paranoid. I just was.
And of course, with me being so weird and crazy, I noticed things no one else would bother looking twice at. I noticed a person who was trying not to be seen. Sneaking around. And also, that person (of course) just had to be Malfoy. Classically it had to be Malfoy. And obviously me being me just had to follow him. Of course.
Malfoy had not yet seen me, so I quickly cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself. After about ten seconds of following him, he stopped walking and turned around. He had a dark expression on his face as he looked around. I hid in the shadows so that I could be sure he didn’t see me. He was apparently satisfied after glancing around the hall.
Five minutes later, I found myself on the seventh floor. Wait….was he? My question was soon answered as Malfoy stood in front of the Room of Requirement. It’s not like it was a secret, but still, not a lot of people knew about it, much less where it was. I was still standing there, shocked, when he walked through the door that had suddenly appeared. I quickly followed suit, before the door could close on me.
I had to stifle a gasp as I entered the room. It was the room of hidden things. Harry had been here tons of times, but what would Malfoy want to hide? My intuition told me that I was very close to discovering what was wrong with him. He either had something to hide, or had found something someone else had hidden.
His usual look that said I’msomuchbetterthanyou, had changed into one of dread and….horror. He was scared. Draco Malfoy was scared. Of what I had no idea. Hopefully I’m about to find out.
He walked over to a darker part of the room, where a cabinet stood. It looked familiar. Very familiar. He was in the process of opening the doors when I realized where I had seen it. I sighed in relief. It was the Vanishing Cabinet from Borgin and Burkes. This was proof that he was NOT a Death Eater. When we had been spying on him, he had been interested in the cabinet. But, how had he gotten it into Hogwarts? It didn’t make sense.
Unfortunately he heard me sigh, and whipped around. His eyes found mine. Uh oh. I looked down and saw my body clearly. The Disillusionment Charm had worn off. He looked startled, to say the least. I knew he didn’t expect anyone to be down here, and I also knew that he wasn’t a Death Eater, but I was still getting the heck out of there. So I ran. I ran as hard as I could, all the way out of the Room of Requirement, and down to the Gryffindor common room.
I fell onto the couch closest to the fire, gasping for breath. I know that I may be overreacting a bit, but even if Malfoy meant no harm, I doubt he would just smile and thank me for spying on him. Ginny, Ron, and Harry were sitting on the couch across from me when I came in, and were now staring at me like I was an alien.
“Where’s the fire?” Ron joked. I could see that he was already letting it go, but Harry and Ginny weren‘t. Harry sighed.
“Hermione, we have to talk.” Oh no. I put on a fake smile. “That’s kind of hard for me right now.” He knew I was avoiding the subject.
“I’m serious. Ever since the beginning of the year, you’ve been spacing out on us, which is completely mad, and now you’re running into the room as if Voldemort himself was chasing you!” Ginny nodded. Ron shrugged. Was he trying to defend me?
“Well, maybe she’s just had a lot on her mind.”
“She always has a lot on her mind.” They argued, repeating what I had thought earlier on. I sighed (for the one hundredth time this year) and stood.
“Well, I’m off to bed.” Before they could protest, I swept out of the room and up the stairs leading to the dormitories. As I plopped down onto my bed, I thought about what happened in the Room of Requirement. I was going to tell them about it today, but Harry had sidetracked me. I guess I’ll just tell them tomorrow. I was almost positive that whatever Malfoy was doing, had to do with him acting weird. How, I don’t know. But I do know one thing. I am definitely not looking forward to detention tomorrow.
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