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'So I hid myself away in my bedroom or walked and walked and walked until I was truly as alone as I felt.'
I closed my eyes and forced myself to clear my mind. Feeling that familiar pull in my middle, I felt my body constrict and twist, a rushing sound filling my ears, as I left my family for possibly the final time.
'Ron and I are just friends, George.' ...Pehaps that's all we were ever meant to be.'
'I felt myself begin to drift off to sleep, thinking about how good it felt to be home.'
'Why do you keep looking over at Malfoy, Hermione? And why is he shooting daggers at you?'
'I wanted it to be free. I needed it to be free. I needed all of that rage to be gone and so I directed it at the person standing in front of me. At Malfoy.'
He looked down at me and then commented with a smile, ‘Hermione, girl you are wasted.’
I grinned up at him. ‘I know. Isn’t it great.’
'He’s gone. You can stop hiding now. Or do you intend to leave me to all the work alone?’
'He reached out his hand and put it to the back of my aching head and touched it very gently. I was completely frozen; I wasn’t even sure that I was breathing anymore. Malfoy had never touched me before.'
'Well I just wanted to say thank you, again, for what you did last night. I wanted to say thank you for helping me.'
'I was still having nightmares about the battle, only now they were interspersed with a new nightmare.'
'Because whenever I look at you, I see the same thing haunting you that's haunting me. And I can't help but think that out of everyone, you might understand.'
'I turned around to face him, knowing that it was finally time to take a chance.'
'Something had changed between us. It was small at first. So small that I didn't even notice it.'
'Friends,' I said, testing the word. It seemed altogether too intimate and somehow not intimate enough.'
'Fine, today, here and now,' I challenged. 'We'll see who makes the best potion.'
'I’d thought that spark that people apparently felt when they touched someone was a myth. Just some made up thing that authors would put into books to describe that moment where two characters connect, but it was there. I felt it.'
‘You know what that’s not even what matters, actions speak louder than words Malfoy,’ I said rather stubbornly not willing to back down. ‘And your actions said it all.’
'How could it be him? He didn’t even like me. And I certainly didn’t like him. How could he be the one to make me feel this way?
‘Stop pretending, Hermione.’ He stepped even closer to me, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his gaze as he towered over me. I wanted to step back, but my legs felt like lead, gluing me to the ground, freezing me in place. ‘Stop pretending that you can’t feel it. Feel this,’ he said, indicating between the two of us.'
‘Just meet me tonight,’ he asked, his voice low and insistent. ‘Please. We need to talk.’
'I could see from the line of his shoulders, from the tension within him that he was ready for a fight, perhaps even looking for one.'
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