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Shiver	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I arrive on time.
The classroom is empty, and it makes me feel a mixture of feelings. First I am at ease, because I do not need to think about the other Slytherins, and I don’t think about the ways in which they may have been possibly involved in the war of two years ago.
It would strike someone else as lonely, to be in an empty classroom but not me. I like it.
With a little smile on my face I take my books out in preparation for today’s lesson—Defense Against the Dark Arts.
I look around and wait.
And wait.
Several minutes pass, and I begin to worry.
Am I at the right place?
I was certain that he told me to meet him here. But time continues to pass, and I feel more concerned.
Should I get up and check? But what if he comes while I am gone? I don’t want to be judged as a poor student. My commitment to my work is something that has always been my one source of pride; it is one of the only things I am good at. Perhaps the only thing.
I look around. At least twenty minutes have passed.
Maybe something happened? Class was cancelled?
Just as I am about to stand Malfoy enters, carrying a book under his arm.
‘Apologies, Miss Granger. I was under the impression that we were meeting in another class room.’
I open my mouth to disagree, ‘But you said to come here, you said ‘same place’.’
He looks at me, turning his head to the side. He appears slightly baffled, ‘Did I? I thought I told you class would be in the dungeons, on account of it being more convenient…’
My eyes are wide and I immediately feel angry. That is not what he said. Just as I am about to argue with him, he holds his free hand up, ‘Apologies. I must have made a mistake. Tonight we will have class here, but in the future, classes will be held in the dungeon.’
My angry words die on my tongue, and I immediately feel paranoid, then guilty. I start to second guess myself. What if I had been wrong? What if I was wrong? What if two years away from studying has had a bigger impact on me then I think? It isn’t like riding a bike, after all. What if I really am helpless?
I become so worried that I am unable to focus on the lesson. I am supposed to be paying attention as Malfoy demonstrates how to deflect high-level spells, in this case by creating a kind of shield—a spell I already know.
He calls my name three times before I answer, ‘Yes?’
‘Miss Granger, I know you must find these demonstrations more of a review, but I need you to prove to me that you can perform this spell if we are to move on.’
I blush bright red. Malfoy is sitting on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his face unreadable. It’s funny, but because he is wearing glasses he somehow seems slightly more intelligent then before, and that unnerves me because I think about my short hair—I must look like a kid, and kid’s aren’t that smart.
I wave my wand, but I don’t perform the spell correctly. Instead I create a much larger shield—the kind one uses to shield a group of people instead of a single individual. It’s a big error, because the spell drains a lot of the caster’s energy.
‘One more time, please.’
I find his patience annoying, and because I am already embarrassed, I make another mistake.
I look at my shoes. I want the earth to eat me up, because this is so humiliating.
‘Miss Granger, in the future please pay attention to the lesson. I want what’s best for you.’
My face burns an even brighter shade of red, because he’s right—I did not pay attention at all.
I lower my head and stare at my shoes. I can hear him moving closer, and then I freeze, because he is standing behind me, very close, and he says softly close to my ear, ‘I know you can perform this spell Miss Granger. I’ve seen you do it before.’
As if slapped I run to the other side of the room, and stare at him with wide-eyes. Part of me is afraid, part of me is angry, but most of all I am just upset. The last time I performed this spell was in defense of a very dear friend of mine, who did not survive the battle.
Malfoy is holding his hands up as if he is trying to communicate that he is not a threat, ‘I did not mean to startle you. I thought I was offering encouragement.’
He is giving me an innocent smile that does not suit him at all. I don’t believe him at all. I hate him, because I think he is toying with me.
But then I am plagued with doubt as he gracefully returns to his position by the desk. Normally he would run with a comment like that until I am pushed over the edge. So I don’t get it.
It doesn’t make sense. Nothing does.
‘Miss Granger, I am going to end class here, but we will have to make up this lesson. Are you comfortable with Saturday or Sunday? I hate to occupy your free time, but the material must be covered, and you will have plenty of time to practice until then.’
Practice? Practice!? I know it already! I’m just…I’m just….
The insulting words I am prepared to hurl at him die on my tongue as he looks at me expectantly.
‘Saturday is fine,’ I mumble, going to collect my books.
As I walk by his arm lashes out and I freeze.
For a moment, neither one of us moves, and out of the corner of my eye I can see his face, head bowed slightly. He is not looking at me.
‘Miss Granger, regardless of what either of us has done or hasn’t done, I am here to provide guidance in order that you gain the status of graduate. Please keep that in mind when you are deciding whether or not to pay attention in class.’
He releases me, and I trip in my haste to gather my books and put as much distance between myself and him as humanly possible.
The sensation of his hand on my arm lingers for several moments after.
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