Chapter 6 : Chapter Six
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I carelessly ran back to the Slytherin common room. Half of me was furious, and the other half was unsurprised. Did I actually think that she was going to instantly fall for me? I was the one person she hated most! She didn\t say much, but her actions, well, most of them, explained what she felt.
But what about that second kiss? I thought. My mind kept coming back to that one detail that didnít fit in with all of the others. She didn't break the kiss like she did the first time. And then, she didn't run away immediately. Instead, she looked at me with terrified eyes, as though she were trying to tell me something without speaking. None of it made sense.
I strode over to my favorite chair and sat down with a frustrated sigh. Now what was I supposed to do? I sat and contemplated the dilemma I was in. I was up until 1:00 just thinking, coming to no conclusion of what needed to be done. I walked to my dormitory, and instantly fell asleep
I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly well rested. I had dreamt about Hermione, which wasn't surprising. I still felt furious about last nightís events. I knew I couldnít change the way she felt about me in one night. I knew it. But still, it was hard for me. I wanted everything to be over and done with. I wanted this plan to go quickly and smoothly. It would only happen faster if she would fall into my trap.
I washed and dressed slowly, and then wandered down the stone corridors to the Great Hall. Again, I wanted to be alone and secluded from the rest of the Slytherins, so I took my seat as far away from the rest of them as possible. I ate my porridge quickly, eager to get away from the loud chatter of the other students. While eating, I scanned the Gryffindor dining table, searching for Hermione. She wasnít there. Disappointed, I rose from the table and exited the Great Hall. As I was entering the doorway to the school dungeons, I caught a glimpse of Hermione walking down the marble steps with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. While Ron and Harry were engaged in a fierce argument about Quidditch standards, Hermione followed quietly with her eyes on the floor. She seemed much more confused and lonely than she usually did while she was with her friends. I couldnít help but wonder what she was thinking about.
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I didnít see Hermione much other over the following week. My time was filled with classes and homework, as well as Quidditch practice. When I did see her, it was during Potions class with Professor Snape, who watching our every move. I knew I had to talk to her again somehow, but it didnít seem possible.
It seemed as though my prayers were answered the next morning at breakfast. I sat across the table from Crabbe and Goyle, eating silently as they both were desperately trying to finish their Transfiguration essays for todays class. When the mail arrived, two owls dropped letters on my plate. I looked at the first one, and recognized my fatherís handwriting. I opened the letter slowly and read its short contents.
I hope everything is going as planned, for we need that information. The Dark Lord is growing restless with impatience. I hope that gives you reason enough to hasten with the plan.
I sighed. Only Father would write something like this. I crumpled the letter and put it in my robes pocket, paying no attention to it. I then turned my thoughts to the other letter I received.
I need to talk to you. Same time, same place. Tonight.
I smiled inside myself. This were definatly taking a turn for the better.
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