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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hermione inhaled deeply as she walked into the castle. It had been a long time since she felt at ease and she probably never would again. The war was devastating and, with the death of Ron, she felt completely empty. After Harry defeated Voldemort, the entire wizarding world became quiet and still, as if time had stopped. For Hermione, though, the world had stopped the minute that death-eater cast the killing curse at Ron.

Eventually, everything settled. All people found guilty of serving the Dark Lord were sent to Azkaban, most notably- Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, while all those who participated in the war went on to take their places in society. Harry wanted to seek work at the ministry and did so, at Hermione’s insistence.

“I’m worried about you,” he’d said “I can’t just leave.”

Hermione assured him that she would be fine. But, in reality, she couldn’t stand to see him. He reminded her far too much of Ron, and if she was being honest, she blamed him for his death. She knew that it wasn’t fair, but if Harry hadn’t been so reliant on their help destroying horcruxes, Ron wouldn’t have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. At any rate, she was glad that she would have some distance from Harry.

Hermione took note of all the wreckage as she continued her walk. She thought that perhaps if she returned to Hogwarts, the place she had grown to know as home, she would feel something again. As she entered the Great Hall, her breath caught in her throat. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised at seeing Draco Malfoy standing there talking to Professor McGonagall.

As far as she knew, the ministry decided, after extensive deliberation, that he should not be sent to Azkaban considering his parents’ influence on his actions. Rather than excuse him, though, they had decided that he should be responsible for making reparations to the castle to pay for his part in the war.

It seemed as though McGonagall and Malfoy were discussing his responsibilities. Malfoy must have realized Hermione had entered the hall, because he cast a sideways glance in her direction. It was just then that Hermione realized that she had been staring at the pair and glanced down at her feet. She tried to listen to what their discussion was about, but could only make out a word here and there. What she did hear, was that Malfoy was angry. A moment later, he swiftly turned and strode out of the hall, hitting her with his shoulder as he passed.

“Ah, Miss Granger,” said McGonagall, “I’m glad you’re here. How are you?”

“Fine Professor, I just don’t know how to feel”.

“Well…” McGonagall pondered “I believe that that is perfectly normal under the circumstances. I don’t mean to seem inconsiderate, but, since you are with us, I was wondering if you would be willing to help make reparations to the castle. As you can see, there is a great deal of damage…and, as you know, we plan to keep Hogwarts open. We feel that it is best to move forward. It is for this reason, that I will be taking on the role of Headmistress and a new professor will begin teaching the Transfigurations class--”

“What professor?” Hermione interrupted.

“His name is Amiris Leefick and he is quite talented. I believe that he will be a suitable professor.

“Oh”, muttered Hermione. “So”, McGonagall began, “are you willing to help with the castle?”

“Yes, of course…”

“Good. Now, another matter. I have decided that, under the circumstances, we should not pick a head boy and head girl as usual. Instead, you and Mr. Malfoy will be sharing that suite and taking on the duties that head boy and head girl are usually assigned. It would be best that two adults helped to get the school back on track and the current students just aren’t well enough equipped to do so”.

“But—” Hermione began to protest.

“Miss Granger, I encourage you to consider the generosity I have shown you by allowing you to stay at Hogwarts this year. While I will not force you to do any duties, I must urge you to think about how much assistance is needed”.

“Yes, of course, Headmistress. Please forgive me”.

“I do understand, Miss Granger. Returning from dark times is not an easy task”. Hermione gently nodded. “You know where to find your quarters. The password is –Pumpkin Juice— ”.

With that, Hermione began making her way to the living quarters that she would share with Malfoy. She began thinking about her duties that would begin immediately, and the ones that would begin when the students arrived tomorrow. Hermione didn’t mind the work. In fact, she appreciated it—it would perhaps distract her from the devastating images that played over and over in her head. What she did mind, was living with Malfoy. She dreaded entering the room with him there—fearing that he would be waiting to mock her and torture her in the way that he so often had in the past. But, when she finally entered the common room, he was nowhere to be found.

Hermione took in the room’s décor.

There was an intricate mesh of scarlet red, emerald green, and shining silver and gold draped elegantly over the walls and furniture. There were two doors located on either side of the room—one with an engraving of a mighty lion, and the other with an engraving of a large serpent.

That must be where Malfoy is Hermione thought.

Not wanting to have a run in with him, Hermione quickly made her way to her room. The room was cozy, but not lavish, with a large bathroom connect to the side opposite the common room. The bed was draped in the same rich scarlet red fabric as she had seen previously. She made her way to the bathroom and found that her bathtub was invitingly large. Hermione began running water into the tub until the bathroom became steamy before she plugged it and sluggishly began undressing. She let the tub finish filling, then lowered herself into the hot water and sunk in until her chin was submerged.

She felt exhausted.

It was nothing new for her, since she hadn’t been able to sleep well since the war ended. Images of death flashed through her mind every night, tormenting her. As she allowed her muscles to relax, she tried to conjure thoughts of work and duties that she could focus on.

I must make schedules for prefects…How am I going to keep order after all that has happened? Clashes between the Slytherins and other houses will be particularly troublesome…I must discuss with McGonagall what structures I’m tasked with repairing…Then I must study how to repair magical structures…That should be complicated enough to keep my attention for a while…

A small creaking sound broke Hermione’s chain of thoughts. I was just then that she realized she had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. Hermione retrieved her wand from her heap of clothes on the sink.

“Colloportus”, she whispered.

She quickly dried herself and then peaked out of the bathroom to make sure no one was there. Empty. Hermione made her way into the room and dressed in a clean cotton nightgown.

“Alohomora”, she whispered, and peaked out the door.

There, she saw Malfoy draped across the couch with a glass of fire whiskey. If he noticed her, he didn’t acknowledge her presence. She retreated back into her room, locking the door behind her once again and settled into bed.
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