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Chapter 5: Silence Speaks More Than Words
Hermione hesitated as she approached her new portrait hole, she was praying that Pansy had gone and hopefully taken Draco with her. She couldn’t get that image of a door out of her mind, it was familiar, and pain came with the memory, physical sadness. She couldn’t understand it. She murmured the password and slowly entered the common room. The last thing she wanted was to walk in on Draco and Pansy cuddling on the sofa or something. Luckily they were no where to be seen so Hermione began to perfect her transfiguration essay. She was a little to into it and didn’t here the blond boy open his door and lean against the frame watching her. His grey eyes watched her work; she was so untroubled, so free. She couldn’t see what he could, she couldn’t know, he hoped she never would. He cleared his throat; he didn’t want to seem creepy. Hermione jumped and held her chest.
“Oh, it’s just you; you gave me a fright Draco.” She exclaimed still holding her chest. Draco just smiled and walked towards the portrait hole. Then he stopped.
“Aren’t you coming to dinner Hermione?” he asked, Hermione’s eyes widened, she was used to being addressed as ‘Granger’ by him. Hermione tried to reply but she was rather shocked and a bit lost for words. A slight smile crept up one side of Draco’s mouth; he turned and strolled out of the portrait hole. Hermione stared after him, where was his sarcasm, his smirk?
Her eerie scream still hung in the air; it had pierced it like a sharp knife. The screaming had finally stopped, it had ended. But had the pain? Or would it come back, would the scream return? It got worse every time, more painful, more…more horrific. Why had the screaming stopped? The boy ran he ran as first as his legs could carry him. Where was he going? Why had the screaming stopped, what had happened? Why was it silent? The silence told him nothing, yet it spoke more than words.
Draco’s eyes shot open, cold sweat clinging to his body. Breathing heavily he sat up, it had been a dream. He knew what it was about, he knew he could never forget, but he wished he could. Silence hung around him in his new room. Draco’s eyes were wide open, he couldn’t sleep now. He got up to go have a bath. As he drowned himself in the hot, foamy water blocking out his thoughts. Silence surrounded him, leaving only his thoughts to break the deafening silence. Draco re-surfaced wiping the soap from his eyes, but he kept them closed. He wasn’t ready to return to reality, not now. Eventually he heaved himself out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his middle. He opened the door to the bathroom and nearly walked into Hermione.
“Draco! You’re not normally up this early!” She then saw his simple towel around his middle and wet torso, blushing she continued “oh...I’m sorry.” Unembarrassed by this encounter, Draco brushed passed her and made his way to his room. Still crimson Hermione went into the bathroom. She had seen that door again, in a dream. It was all she could remember. It was very strange.
“Draco! Hello? Draco!” Waking from his stupor Draco looked up into the annoyed face of Pansy Parkinson. “You weren’t listening to me” she then stuck her bottom lip out in a very overdramatic way waiting for Draco’s apology. Draco did not normally pay much attention to Pansy’s stories but today he was particularly distant. Pansy felt she deserved more attention as Draco was no longer in the Slytherin common room. Draco forced a smile.
“Really sorry Pansy, I was thinking, please do continue, I’m all ears.” Draco said in a sickly sweet way. But it seemed to work on Pansy, who then smiled at him.
“You’re spending too much time with Granger, Draco…..” Pansy then continued her story leaving Draco’s mind to wonder freely. He kept thinking about earlier that morning, the dream. He could still hear the screams, and the silence. The dream was slowly fading from his memory like all the others he’d had, but he knew exactly what they were about, he knew. It was something that would haunt him forever. A cloudy sadness filled his heart, the sadness he knew to well, a sadness that never went away, it was always there; just it sometimes hid in the shadows. Draco dragged himself out of his thoughts and realized he had been staring at none other than his room mate. He suppressed a laugh when he saw he bewildered face staring back at him, Draco quickly looked away, he hadn’t meant to stare at her she had just come into his line of view. Draco shook his head slightly trying to get those thoughts out of his head. Abruptly he stood up and walked out of the hall feeling the burn of Pansy’s glare follow him out. But Draco did not feel Hermione’s deep brown eyes also follow him out of the great hall.
Hermione sat down next to Ron, who was stuffing his face with porridge. Ron merely nodded his head in greeting and Harry smiled. Hermione sighed inwardly; she never saw them any more. What with her work load and the new common room there was just no time. Hermione reached for a piece of toast and began to butter it just as Ginny sat down. Ginny smiled warmly at Hermione before proceeding to kiss her boyfriend lightly.
“Hermione, haven’t seen you in a while” Ginny said, “I assume you’ll be at the quidditch match on Saturday?” She enquired smiling; the Gryffindor quidditch team was stronger than ever this year. Harry was still their captain and with everyone’s new found energy since Voldemort was defeated they were playing better than ever.
“Of Course I am! I would never miss a quidditch match.” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “How’s the training going?” Hermione asked, aiming the question at Ron who was famous for his nerves. But Ron didn’t meet her eye. Instead Harry answered,
“Well, The teams doing great and we have a plan, but in training yesterday I thought ‘hey, what if we went that way and dropped’….”
“Harry I didn’t want all the details!” Hermione laughed at Harry’s crestfallen face “I have to go pick something up before class, see you in Transfiguration” and with that Hermione left the great hall.
“Ron?” Harry asked tentatively, “you can’t just not talk to Hermione.” Harry looked at Ginny for some support, Ginny grimaced but said nothing. Eventually Ron’s lips parted.
“It’s too late guys, I left it too long. I should have done something straight away but with Fred…” Ron trailed off and looked at his plate, Ginny also turned away, Harry was sure she was trying not to cry. Harry quickly changed the subject.
“It’s not too late; she’s not exactly dating anyone!”
“I know Harry I just need the right time to ask her, I was thinking if we win the game this Saturday maybe I’ll ask her to Hogsmeade with me. I just don’t know if she’ll say yes.” Ron muttered.
“Of course she’ll say yes you idiot! It’s you and Hermione you’ve been in love since that first train ride, so stop being an idiot and ask her or I will!” Ginny threatened and signaled to Harry for them to leave. Harry followed smiling; Ginny was so like Mrs. Weasley. They left the great hall hand in hand leaving Ron gawping after them.