Shiver | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Feelings of nostalgia overwhelm me.
I am nineteen, here to earn credit for the year I spent searching for a way to defeat Voldemort. Seventeen seems like a lifetime ago. I know I’ve changed a lot.
Not just mentally but physically. My hair is short, only down to my chin and even on all sides. I thought it seemed adult looking but my mother saw it and immediately cooed ‘Don’t you look whimsical. Like a little fairy.’
I regret the change now. I did it on a whim, before coming here, and now I am certain I look like a kid playing grown-up. And before I even know it, I can feel a cloud of negativity surrounding me.
Who am I kidding?
No, Hermione, stop that, no negative self-talk. Positive. You can do it.
I hug my books closer to my breasts. This is exhausting, and already I can feel my desire to be here fading.
With each step my feet feel heavier and heavier. But I don't turn back. I am not going to run away anymore.
Even if I don't like my classmates, a possibility that seems more fact than anything else.
All of them are Slytherins, after all. It seems that I was not the only one who fled school. The thought of working with former enemies makes me nervous, and not in a good way. I only wish that the two other ravenclaws approached for this 'trial' did not back out. Or rather, maybe I am wishing I followed their lead because right now this seems like an awful idea.
But I remind myself that working with Slytherin’s is good. ‘it is it’s own kind of medicine,’ Ginny sagely said, once we learned the set up. ‘This is a new era, and we need to go into it with our best foot forward.’
Easier said then done.
Was I always so skeptical?
Positive thoughts. You can do it Granger.
I make my way towards my first class. For the purposes of time, the curriculum is consolidated, and it seems that we will have only two professors.
A dozen eyes turn to greet me and I smile uncomfortably before making a bee line for the only available seat. It is in the front row, directly in front of the professor’s desk.
I don’t recognize my classmates, except for one of the Carrow sisters. It is the first time I don’t see them together, which is kind of strange.
No one says a word, and I feel as if everyone is looking at me. I tell myself this is not true, I am only paranoid.
The feelings intensify as the seconds pass and I feel like I will be ill.
Screw this, sorry everyone.
But just as I am about to leave, the door opens, and enters Professor—no Headmaster—McGonagall with someone I don’t recognize.
At first I am shocked. It’s Lucius Malfoy. No one else has silvery hair like that, at that long length. It’s secured back loosely, but the face is young. And surprisingly androgynous. Wearing rimless glasses. I don't know anyone who wears glasses, other than Harry.
Kind of on the lean side…lanky….very tall….
Who is that…
And then my jaw drops. There is no way misfortune could follow me so closely.
‘I would like to thank you all for agreeing to this. As you all know I am not a true believer that the experiences of an entire school year can be taught during a single summer. However, this idea was not my own. Due to scheduling, you will be taught by Draco Malfoy who is an accomplished wizard and whose experiences, we believe, will make it easier for many of you to commit to this program.’ She looks directly at Hermione, 'I am happy to see you all again.'
I don't hear anything the Headmistress says. My vision has narrowed, and there is a roaring in my ears. I feel like laughing. Or crying. Or both.
I can't understand the logic of this decision anymore than I can stop myself from placing my head in my hands. I focus on breathing. Breathing is good. It's helped me out many times before.
The Headmistress is still talking, and I am happy that my panic is ebbing away.
Deep breaths. In. Out. Breathe.
Slowly I look up. I know I must look like a mess but I don't care.
I am just happy that I didn't lose it in front everyone. Draco Malfoy crosses his arms, his face devoid of any emotion. I don't think he's looked my way once but he has to know I am in the class.
I swollow bile.
The Headmistress turns and leaves.
And I am left alone, in a room of former death eaters. Maybe one or two never were but does that even matter?
My courage is gone, and I would give chase but my legs are like jelly, drained of energy. So I sit there, misery etched all over my face, and prepare for my first lesson.
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