Reading Between the Lines by LadyTartan
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She had thought that in returning, she could pick up where she left off...
The days slipped into weeks...
Common sense of the morning...
Hermione found her Defense against the Dark Arts class to be particularly boring...
Hermione looked around the room, which was arranged like an old fashioned study...
Hermione didn't know how to react...
So explain to me how you ended up being carried around the castle...
The days slipped by slowly to Hermione, from that point on...
A large white box was dropped on the table by a pair of owls who had been struggling to carry it.
It was later on boxing day, and the girls were both in Ginny’s room experimenting with hairstyles for the upcoming celebration.
You’re not getting another dress for the ball tomorrow Hermione?
It’s, gone? That knife is really gone?
I still can't believe that you know how to dance properly.
Hermione hurried through the halls, and found that most of the students were still making their way up from the ball.
The next morning, Hermione was happily eating her breakfast, and reading a defense book.
Hermione was very caught up the next few days preparing for the impending attack.
“Draco!” Hermione gasped.
Hermione awoke with a splitting headache.
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.
"She's still not awake?" Ginny asked Harry, as she slipped into Hermione's hospital room.
"Now what?" Draco said, he hadn't thought this through at all.
"Well, what's wrong with me?"
Hermione gasped, when she woke up.
"How'd you managed to talk them into moving you?" Harry asked.
She read for what felt like ages.
“So, you’re telling me that Potter wasn’t faking it.” Draco asked, stunned. “He was actually dead?”
So Potter is having me followed. Draco chuckled to himself as he climbed back up to Hermione’s third floor bedroom. I pity the poor bloke who has to do the following; he’s probably right bored.
Hermione sat on a large wingback chair in the drawing room. She knew that Harry and Draco were just trying to keep her safe, but she hated being treated like an invalid.
Draco was feeling more than a little anxious being away from Hermione, particularly because he was still staying in Harry's house.
Hermione was possibly the only one who noticed the constant presence of an Auror on the premises. Her name was Emily Sherman, and she was a third year trainee. Due to the shortage in the department, she had been deemed competent to protect Hogwarts, something she took extremely seriously. She had introduced herself to Hermione, but from then on had remained distant and alert.
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, the prospect of an Order meeting, followed by an afternoon in Hogsmede was a great start to the weekend.
"You don't need to do this." Draco said for the fifth time since they had left the castle.
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