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The Ghost of You. by HannahLizzieeex
Chapter 9 : The Turquoise Cloth
 
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A/N - So, this story is coming to a close! This chapter is short, but I needed something to fill in the space between retrieving the cloak and going to the manor, and here it is! :D



 

 





Hermione waited anxiously in the clement crimson common room for Draco’s return. He had only been in the boy’s dormitory for a few minutes but to Hermione, it felt like hours. The muted room was disturbed only by Hermione’s thumping heart, what was taking him so long? She thought to herself. After confronting Harry with a fake accusation of concern regarding Cormac and overheard whispers relating to the invisibility cloak, Hermione had obtained the new location of the cloak and had passed on the information to Draco who was now retrieving the cloak with as little hassle as possible to preclude any arousing suspicions from Harry.

At long lost Draco’s silhouette emerged from the shadows grasping onto an opaque turquoise cloth, his forehead wrinkled and his eyes full of doubt.

“Are you sure this is it?” He asked holding out the cloak to Hermione. She took it from his outstretched arm and inspected it.
“Positive.” She smiled.
“But I can see it?”
“If no one could see it, no one would know of its existence.” Hermione stated, unfolding the cloak. Draco observed her for a moment, considering what she had just said. It made sense, but Hermione always made sense, however he still didn’t quite understand. As his thoughts deepened, he began pacing around the burgundy room.

 

“That makes sense, but I still don’t understand,” he confessed, “How does something visible turn you invisible?”
“Draco, an invisibility cloak is a magical garment which renders whatever it covers unseeable. They’re made from hair of Demiguise, a magical creature that possesses the power to become invisible. This property is used to make the wearer of the cloak invisible. That is the most logical explanation I can offer to you.” As her rant came to a close, she looked up from the cloak to Draco, who had stopped pacing and instead stood gawping at her.
“How is it you know everything?” He asked in disbelief.
“That was just general knowledge, Draco.” She laughed, “What did you think it was made of?”
“I don’t know, just an ordinary cloak enchanted with an exceptionally strong disillusionment charm or a bedazzling hex?”
“Well yes, that could work too… then again, some wizards don’t even require a cloak to turn themselves invisible, those who acquire great power are able to perform the disillusionment charm on themselves.”
“Why didn’t you just do that? You’re clever and talented enough.” Hermione laughed once more. She was flattered that Draco believed she was gifted enough to perform that level of magic, and one day she hoped that she would be able to, but it would be pointless even attempting such a charm, even if her level of skill was above average.


 

“Actually I’m just highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.”
“Come again?” Draco said, his eyebrow raised. Hermione rolled her eyes however simplified her response all the same, “I’m logical, not talented.”
“I’d say you’re both.”
“Draco Malfoy, you charmer.”
“Well, I do try.” He winked, lifting his arm to caress her cheek. Instead of replying verbally, Hermione leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his perfect lips.
"I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.” She whispered,  unable to fight back the tears that had formed in her glands, spilling over the edge of her lids. Draco remained silent as he pulled her in for a tight embrace, stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her.
 

He had tried not to think of leaving Hermione. Over the past few days he had noticed things about her that he never had before. If only he had noticed these things when he was still alive, things would have been different. Things would have been better. He was happier when he was with Hermione, which meant he was happier when he was dead.
 

 

“I’ll never be gone Hermione, not really.” He whispered, pulling her closer. Holding her in his arms was his personal heaven. Until now, he hadn’t given much thought as to where he would go, or if heaven and hell even existed. If the Devil existed, Draco was sure that he’d already met him in person and that he was the reason he was dead. Ignoring all the evil his family had committed, and his dark connections, Draco hopelessly wished that heaven was where he was heading. The reason he was in this very situation was because he had betrayed evil, surely that would have proven himself good, and not evil?


 

“Draco?” He heard Hermione whisper.
“Yes?”
“I’m so scared,” She sobbed into his toned chest.
“I know, Hermione. So am I.” He admitted, rocking her gently. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and inhaled his vanilla scent, welcoming a fresh flood of tears. Slowly, he broke off the embrace and guided her to the sofa. Hermione let him and watched him crouch down before her.


 

“I know this is going to be hard for you Hermione, even more so considering your physical state compared to mine. This is considerably more dangerous for you than for me, and I cannot tell you how much fear is bottled up inside of me, not for me, but for you. But I have to let you know that if I didn’t think you could do this I would never have asked you to. Over the past few days, you’ve given me strength and hope, Hermione. If it wasn’t for you, I would be clueless as to how I would be moving on. And I’d never be educated in the art of invisibility cloaks!” Hermione chuckled as she wiped away the recently escaped tear, “What I’m trying to say is, thank you for everything Hermione, I really can’t tell you enough how much I appreciate this.”


 

“It’s now or never, isn’t it?” She sniffed, locking her eyes with his. He looked deep into her eyes for a moment before bowing his head.
“Yes."
“Are you ready?”
“No, are you?”
“No."
“Let’s go.”
“Okay.”


 

Draco reached out for Hermione’s hand; she complied, allowing their fingers to entwine. Kissing her forehead gently, he shot one last reassuring look at her before the two of them apparated out of the common room to their awaiting destiny.


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