Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
Hermione watched Draco from afar that first week, if he noticed her he didn’t let on, he kept to himself, always walking with his head down, she watched as some idiot 5th year challenged him to duels and as hordes of giggling girls followed him around. He looked absolutely miserable. Good, that’s what Hermione thought as he sulked around. She heard his class was rather becoming a quick favorite, with enrollment spiking when his official placement was made common knowledge. Hermione did stop to wonder why he even bothered and what kind of man he turned out to be, to come back here and teach DADA when he’s made a mockery of the whole thing before. But she was quickly lost to any sympathy when one day as she headed to the quite serene hour lunch in the room of requirement and found Draco stood there in the middle of the hall. He had an unreadable expression on his face and before long he was off walking again. She waited until he was nowhere in sight or sound before she went inside and took of her shoes to relax for that perfect hour. The look on Draco’s face didn’t make sense to her but she was halfway through her apple when she realized when would have been the last time Draco would have been here, watching Goyle…oh god. She felt bad now. It’s strange how the same place can hold such different meanings to different people. None of them left the war unscarred, but some wounds can’t be healed with time, some nightmares don’t lose their vivacity with the passage of events or time, some nightmares live forever.
Hermoine finished her lunch reluctantly overcoming that overwhelming sense of nausea that filled her.
The rest of the day was a blur.