Chapter 49
Chapter 49:
3 month later
Hermione lay awake in bed putting off getting ready. She was so thankful it was spring break and she didn’t have to go teach this morning. So she simply stayed in her bed reflecting on a the past few months.
She was no closer to uncovering the origin of her gifts which had propelled her work into an unprecedented level of success, but she was resting a little easier knowing that Malfoy’s contacts didn’t report back anything of concern. She had written to Harry after all and disclosed the information because she decided that fighting bad wizards wasn’t of interest anymore, as soon as her intensity had some as soon it was gone. She’d come to realize that falling back into who she was during the war was a sure way to self-destruct again.
She looked at her bedside table and saw the flying goggles Matthew had gifted her a few weeks before she broke it off with him for good, she really should have returned it, but meant seeing him again. She covered her face and hid under the cover recalling the more than awkward conversation where she sat down to break up with him and he had sat down wanting to make things more official. It was one of the more mortifying moments of her life. Soon after she learned that he’d take a job in Ireland and left the entire village. She’d hoped it wasn’t because of her, but she couldn’t know for sure.
The one good thing had been that since that explosive day in the Room of Requirement and that business about the Fairy Water was settled, for now at least, she and Malfoy have had no quarrels, simply because they hadn’t crossed paths.
she’d heard whispers around about how ruthless Mafloy had become in his classroom and he continued to coach that Quidditch team, but it wasn’t any of her concern. However, when she noticed he was spending a lot of time with a certain newly hired Miss Erikson she found herself uniquely peeved. Rumors were they dated but Hermione never believed, though she had to admit she looked Malfoy’s type, gorgeous, rumored to be descended from a king or another, pure blood.
Hermione caught herself, she’d noticed lately her thoughts always kept making their way to the topic of Malfoy, for someone she didn’t care about, she sure thought about him a lot. Mostly how his hair looked so nice in the morning how his robes were never a single thread out of order, or that maybe it was the way he carried himself walking down the halls whenever she caught him. Or maybe it was because she kept catching him looking at her too. Stolen glances, but they never escaped her notice. The looks were always quick and filled with something close to anger, but not anger. He hadn’t looked at her in any other way since that fated night in the Room of Requirement where he all but barraged in and said those nasty things to her. She wondered what it could be as she forced herself out of bed and into the shower, getting ready for the free day ahead.