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Daydreams	By : BitterWind Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, settings, etc from those books or movies. I do this as a creative writing exercise and do not earn any money from writing this fictional story.

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Chapter Three: A Waste of Time Until It’s Not

Nothing.

He sat there. The garden cooled. The moon rose. The scent of dying roses drifted on the breeze. His ass froze on the stone seat.

And nothing.

She just kept slowly turning the pages for an hour.

His stomach started to protest. Maybe no one would speak to him, but damn if his body wasn’t telling him it was time to go and make good on the promise of another day alive. As he stood up, leaves crackling under his feet, Granger too looked up, saw him just a few feet away. She squeaked, dropped the book to the ground, grasping for her wand.

He just laughed and walked away.

So much for his father’s potion. For a very short time he had thought, this bottle was an opportunity. A door that might lead him to a new part of his life, a time when he could put the past behind him and maybe try out living in the present rather than in his hellish memories. He’d actually begun to hope, just for a few minutes there that his father had deliberately given this to his son, seeing his downward spiral and trying to help by throwing the novelty of this potion in his path.

He stuck the bottle absently into his trouser pocket, meaning to dispose of it later. His stomach growled and deep despair made him laugh again. He might decide to kill himself tomorrow, but for now, he needed some meat pies!

Smirking, he sat down at the table, filled his plate and began to eat loudly and with gusto, humming even as he did so, curiously incurious to see if his ill manners might provoke conversation. Nothing. Malfoy shrugged, waving his fork in between bites. This might be his last hurrah. Might as well make it something to be remembered! He felt tears actually begin to form behind his eyes but as a Malfoy, he was trained from a young age to swallow that pain just as he swallowed the whole potatoes before him.

Granger entered the hall, her book in a bag, her wand pocketed. Her hair stood out every which way of course. She surveyed the scene, finding Malfoy at the Slytherin table, a spectacle of his own choosing.

He looked up, meat pie in hand, gravy disgustingly dribbling down his fingers and saw her approach, her eyes sparking. She stopped in front of him and the room went dead quiet.

“Napkins are available to those in need.” she spoke haughtily, grabbing one off the table and flinging it in his lap. She stalked away, muttering, “Boys are all pigs.”

Malfoy took the napkin, slowly wiping his hands, his eyes burning holes in her back. He swallowed the heavy dough and pork with difficulty, unseeingly grabbing a glass of water to drink. His eyes narrowed. Everyone in the room seemed to take a collective breath and slowly resume their own meals. Granger sat at the Gryffindor table and was immediately the center of wild conversations, some students gesturing towards Malfoy as they spoke heatedly in her face.

She spoke to him. The only one. She spoke to him. She saw him. To her, he was no ghost.

Malfoy watched silently as a strange glow emanated behind Granger. . A picture unfolded before him, superimposed on top of Granger and her tablemates; This new picture was moving. She sat alone, curled in a small window seat, a table beside her with a mug of some mulled cider and a dish of bacon and buttered toast. Draco, sitting at his table, almost across the room, could actually smell the cinnamon and apples, almost taste the butter. It was a very strange sort of double vision. He could see both images, as she really sat: bombarded by those around her, trying to get in bites of greasy heavy pork pies. But he also saw her wish: sitting alone, eating toast, sipping her cider as she continued to read her sodding book.

He finished eating in silence. But this time, the silence bothered him not a whit. As he watched the wish slowly disappeared so that all he saw was what was really there. Later, in his own room, he undressed quickly, carefully placing his father’s bottle on his dresser, laying in his bed, looking out his own window. He thought of Granger and her wish for solitude. Suddenly his life seemed just a little bit more interesting. Well...maybe watching Granger continue to wish to read by herself was not what made life worth living, but at least it was something new, and who knew what other possibilities lay before him.

He looked steadily at the bottle. Then rolled over and went to sleep.
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