Chapter 9 : The Turquoise Cloth
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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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“Are you ready?”
“No, are you?”
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