Chapter 9 : Chapter IX: A Lead on the Bomber
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Hermione woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed. She got out of bed and put on her robe. She walked into the kitchen, made herself a cup of tea, and sat at the table. Within minutes, a black owl swooped in with the Daily Prophet. Hermione placed a Knut in the pouch around the owl's neck and it dropped the newspaper. It paused to take a drink from Stormflier's water bowl, then flew off. She sat at the table and finished her tea as she read the Prophet. There was nothing very interesting anymore since the excitement from the war was over.
Hermione put the paper away then went to get ready for the day. She took a long shower, enjoying the water pressure and heat massaging her back. She got out and magically dried off, leaving her hair slightly damp. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to the closet to find something to wear. For a while after Ron's funeral, all she would wear were his shirts. She finally kicked the habit before returning to work.
She decided on a comfortable brown tank top with her favorite blue jumper and a pair of jeans. She slipped on some blue flats and went to the bathroom to do her hair. She straightened it, which really just made it fall in soft waves instead of actually straightening it, and pulled the top half up with a clip. She added the silver necklace she had worn the night before grabbing her bag and, throwing son Floo powder in the fireplace, left for Ginny and Harry's.
Hermione stepped into her best friend's sitting room and called for her best friend.
"Ginny! If you want any details about last night, you better get down here right now!" she yelled up the stairs. She knew not to go upstairs on a weekend when the kids were at school. She'd made that mistake before. Ginny came running down the stairs fixing her blouse and hair on the way, followed by an annoyed looking Harry, who was pulling a T-shirt on.
"Couldn't have waited one more hour?" he asked, but the girls ignored him.
"Spill," Ginny said, pulling Hermione to the sofa. "Who was it? Was he cute? Are you going out again?" Ginny bombarded her friend with questions at an alarming speed.
"Merlin! Let the woman speak Gin!" Harry said. Hermione took a deep breath before speaking.
"The date was with Draco Malfoy. He was very polite the entire night. And no, we are not going to go out again, though we did agree to be friends. He ordered for me since I can't speak French to save my life. We went for a walk, then went to my flat for some drinks. We agreed to be friends because I'm not ready to move on yet, and he left," she said very quickly. Ginny and Harry's jaws dropped and they were stunned to silence. Slowly, they processed the information and Harry spoke.
"Your date was with DRACO MALFOY?" He exclaimed. "Padma sent you on a DATE with DRACO BLOODY MALFOY?" Harry looked like he was about to punch something.
"He's really not as bad as he use to be, Harry," Hermione said, trying to get him to calm down. "He was very polite the entire night. We agreed to be friends and help each other deal with our grief and nothing more." Harry relaxed slightly, but still seemed very upset.
"Well," Ginny said slowly, "whatever you want, Hermione, we support you." She turned to her husband. "Don't we Harry." It wasn't a question. Harry nodded.
"Any news on the bomber, Harry?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
"Actually, yes. One of the Muggles outside reported seeing a man walk away from the building just before the bomb went off. He gave us a pretty good description too. Seamus and Dean are looking for him now." Harry sat in the recliner across form the girls. "I don't think it was the actual bomber though. The first bomb was fairly small. Nobody was killed. I think it was put there to attract the Aurors, because the second bomb didn't go off for another hour. I don't think the bombs were meant to hurt muggles or the people in the bar. It was meant for us."
"Do you have any idea who would want to hurt Aurors?" Ginny asked. Clearly upset that they were talking about the bomb was killed her brother.
"The only people I can think of are family of the Death Eaters in Azkaban," Harry replied. "Dean and Seamus are in charge of the case. I told them I would help if they needed me to, but I couldn't investigate. Ron and I were best mates. I can't be objective with this case, but they're keeping me informed."
Hermione nodded. She wanted to be alone for a while, so she said good bye to Harry and Ginny, then Flooed home.
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