The floor under my feet squeaked as I quickly turned around to go back to my room.
Hermione turned around, and I saw batter on her nose too. “Good, you’re up. I’m just making chocolate chip pancakes. They used to be my favorite when I was a child. My nanny would make them just for me,” she reminisced, stirring the batter idly.I just nod, not really sure what to say.
“Can I help?” I finally offer after a very uncomfortable silence.
“Yes, in fact, you can. Please set the table. There’s some silverware is in the first drawer to the right, the plates are in the cabinet on the other side of the room, and the napkins are already on the table,” Hermione directed, flipping the first pancake onto a plate.
By the time I had set the table and poured orange juice in the glasses, breakfast was ready. I slathered on an amazing amount of syrup and took my first huge bite. It was the weirdest thing, but while I was chewing my little piece of heaven slowly, I compared these pancakes to the ones in my dream.
That’s normal, right?
Fortunately, I was interrupted by the door opening with a bang. A tall, red-haired man walked in, smiling at Hermione, but his expression changed dramatically to one of confusion when he saw me sitting at the table. Hermione froze, fork halfway to her mouth. She rushed over to the door and dragged the man outside, shutting the door. What was she saying? I admit, I was curious, so I stuffed a few more bites into my mouth, then raced to the door, pressing my ear against it.
I couldn’t hear much through the door in the first place, but Hermione was whispering to the mystery man, which made it a lot harder. I did manage to catch a couple of words, though, like ‘Kendra’, ‘tell’, ‘memory’, ‘Ronald’, and ‘recover’.
I pressed my ear even harder against the door, but it’s no use. Hermione is just too quiet for her own good . . . Besides, I could hear Hermione walking back to the door.
Oh, crap! I can’t let her see me!
Making as little noise as possible, I race back to the table and resume eating like I haven’t eaten in twenty-one years. Irony sucks.
It was just in time, too, because as soon as I take another bite of pancakes, Hermione opens the door, smiling at me. I was surprised that she couldn’t hear my heart, which was beating so hard it almost hurt. At least I knew I’m not much of an athlete!
The man gave a little cough and nods towards me. Hermione blushed, and said, “How stupid of me! I forgot to introduce you to each other! Kendra, this is my boyfriend Ronald-”
“But I prefer Ron.”
“ - and Ron, this is Kendra, who will be staying with me for a little while.” It was funny, but even though Hermione had introduced Ron as her boyfriend, I wasn’t convinced.
Sure, Ron looked at her adoringly, as if she was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but Hermione looked as if Ron was more of a friend, or even an acquaintance, than a lover. Besides, I could see no love in her eyes, only pain.
Ronald gave another little cough, and I realized I’m staring. Now I was the one blushing.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, and shake his hand.
“Would you like to stay for pancakes, Ron?” Hermione said once the awkward introductions are done, starting to take another plate out of the cupboard.
Ron looked at my plate, seeming very tempted, but shakes his head a little before saying, “I can’t. Remember the new Quidditch diet? I can’t eat any unhealthy foods until the Quidditch season is over.”
Hermione returns the plate, and walks Ron to the door. Ron says a soft goodbye, and then leans in for a kiss. I can see Hermione hesitate for a moment before relaxing and returning the kiss. He breaks away and leaves, with one last look in my direction. Or the pancakes’ direction, I should say.
Hermione gives a deep sigh and returns to the table, but does not resume eating. Instead she looks at me and says, “What do you want to do today? I was thinking we could go shopping for clothes for you-” at this I look down and realize I am still wearing the hospital loaned clothes- “or get a bite to eat, and then catch a movie?” I nod, only half-listening. I’m still thinking of her conversation with Ron. Maybe by hanging out with each other, she’ll trust me more, and tell me about what is going on with her and Ron. Or I might very well die of curiosity.