Silver Eyes (Dramione)

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

Hermione was immediately impressed with the elaborate layout before her. On the left side of what she assumed was the living room, red Gryffindor banners hung gracefully from the ceiling. The carpet beneath her feet was a shocking silver and the ceiling was doused in gold. She was less impressed with the green Slytherin banners that adorned the right side. Her new housemate and Hogwarts Head Boy was a Slytherin. She shrugged, and assumed it was Blaise Zabini, who was the only Slytherin that ever bothered answering questions posed in the classes they had together. He wasn't so bad, he would just ignore her.
Hermione pushed this thought to the back of her head and began admiring the small eating table with two chairs on either side. There was a long comfy couch that spread out in the middle in front of a huge fire place, where a fire was already going strong. There were a few books on the shelves next to it that she couldn't wait ot get her hands on. Hermione instinctively took a left towards the red side of the room and walked up a very small set of stairs to a large double doorway. She made up a quick password for her room door as the Head Girl instructions said to do, then grasped the gold handle and stepped inside to what would be her new room for the rest of the year.
There was a huge luxurious canopy bed with gold satin sheets and a crimson comforter. A magnificent desk was in the corner of the room along with dresser drawers and a wardrobe. The doors to the wardrobe were full length mirrors in which Hermione caught her own thrilled expression. She turned to the right to find another door which incidentally led to a shared bathroom with the Head Boy. A large tub, two sinks, and a shower included.
Hermione peaked her head back out and moved towards the huge two door window which led out onto a balcony that overlooked the lake. She reached the edge of the tall balcony and took in the view along with the cold night air. In the distance she could hear the feast continuing full force. Laughter echoed in the darkness. Hermione looked up to the sky; she saw the constellations, and the shooting stars. Suddenly, she was plunged into memories of the summer.
"They're gone Granger." The voice belonged to a boy. It sounded familiar but in an offset tone, as if it was trying to disguise itself from her.
"I'm so sorry." The familiar voice spoke again. This was enough to wake Hermione's brain from her trance. Enough to open her eyes, and see two magnificently silver eyes disapparate in the dark.
"Not tonight," Hermione firmly told herself, wiping an escaped tear from her face. She slammed the windowed doors shut, pulling the white silk curtains back to block out the night sky.
Hermione began to undress from her school uniform, and she slipped on a simple white tank top and red sleep shorts. She was headed for the bed when she heard the portrait open and close.
"That must be the Head Boy." Hermione murmured to herself, moving off the bed and tip toeing to the door.
She silently pulled the door back to reveal a crack large enough to use one eye to spy through.
Short, shaggy blonde hair caught her eye first, and Hermione felt her stomach drop. Standing in front of the fire, gazing into its flame, stood six foot tall Draco Malfoy.
'There's no way McGonagall would appoint this job to him, of all people!' Hermione thought, examining the boy more. 'She must want me to keep an eye on him.'
He had discarded his school robe on the couch and stood in his grey, well fit pants. The sleeves of his white undershirt were rolled up to his elbows. Malfoy's arms were crossed and he still hadn't moved his gaze from the dancing fire.
If he hadn't had the characteristic shock of blonde hair, Hermione never would have been able to tell it was the same Draco Malfoy. He had grown up, and although physically this suited him well, she could sense a strange emotion surrounding him that she had never been able to sense before just by staring at him. Harry had told her of him being present when Dumbledore was killed. How he had lowered his wand at the last moment. He had looked terrible at the end of last year. A bit gaunt, tired, run down. Apparently it only took three months to bounce back from that. He had muscles she had never seen before, and he had given up the gel in his hair and let it hang loosely around his face now.
He sighed, and Hermione jumped back to life shutting the door loud enough to not go unnoticed.
"Great, as if I'm not a big enough mudblood freak to him, now he probably thinks I have social anxiety and intrusion of privacy issues." Hermione muttered to herself once more, extinguishing the lights in her room and fell into bed, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
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Hermione dressed the next morning in a timely manner, grabbed her bag of books, and walked out of her room, noticing the Head Boy's door was still shut and silent. Hermione shrugged, and exited the Head room, walking down a corridor and another floor to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Branding Banshee." She said clearly, and the Fat Lady moved aside for her to enter. Hermione took in the quiet cozy Gryffindor common room and felt a sense of regret at being made Head Girl. The common room was always like her second home, and now it felt like it was her first home since the events of that summer. She was sad she wouldn't spend much time in it this year. A few first years lingered together in a corner unsure of what to do.
"You'll want to go down to breakfast," She smiled over at them. "Professor McGonagall will give you your schedules. Hurry now."
They took off quickly, and Hermione thought that her, Ron, and Harry were never that young. Or were they? Time had spend up so quickly, she was sad this was her last year and she wouldn't be spending it sleeping in this tower. Hermione shook her head back to reality. She was not going to think about sad things today. Today was all about the first day of classes, good grades, being a perfect Head Girl, and reclaiming her friendships. She was headed up to repeat her annual tradition of waking the boys up on the first day of school. They were always late.
She marched up the boy's staircase and into the seventh year boy's room, preparing herself to jump on Harry and Ron's beds. But everyone was gone. Hedwig was the only living creature in the room. She felt a sense of disappointment, realizing they didn't expect her to come. Hermione walked over to Hedwig and began stroking her soft white feathers. Hedwig cocked her head from side to side and Hermione grinned at the owl fondly.
"At least you're still here." She cooed to her. "God when did it all get so complicated?" She sighed and sat down on Harry's bed. The covers made an odd crinkled noise and Hermione realized something was stuffed and hidden under the comforter. She knew it was wrong, but no one was around. She kneeled on the floor and lifted up the covers to retrieve a small stack of letters. Most were old and unimportant, but one still had fresh ink on it.
"What are these?" She wondered out loud and Hedwig made a few noises. She looked up at the owl. "You wouldn't tell would you? If I just peaked?"
Hedwig turned the other way and Hermione took that as confirmation enough. She opened the first letter:
Lupin,
We found more evidence. We think Voldemort is hiding something of importance just on the outskirts of London, but more likely Hogwarts itself. Ron and I have been discussing strategy. We're thinking of exiting the school at night to take on more of these leads. McGonagall would be furious of course, but it's a risk we have to take.
Dumbledore left me with some theories on what these important things might be, and I wish I could confide in you but he made it very clear that I was to be the one to do this. Ron and Hermione know of course, but with Hermione's current emotional state we think it's best to keep her out of it for now.
Speaking of Hermione, have you received any updates on who her 'silver eyed savior' (as the prophet is calling him) might be? Ron's becoming obnoxiously jealous of whoever it was, as it seems Hermione has become obsessed with his identity, and you know how he feels about her. Hermione just hasn't been the same ever since, not that anyone would be. I wish she'd talk to me of all people, I mean I know what it's like to lose parents but she doesn't seem to want to relate to anyone lately. Anyway, until she becomes more stable it's best to leave her out of me and Ron's plans. Hope everything is well with The Order, let me know if you find out anything. Things have been busy since we've got here, but I will send this right after classes today.
Fondly,
Harry
Hermione folded up the letter and placed it in the pile, and threw them all back into their original position, tossing the comforter over them.
She couldn't believe they were planning this Horcrux mission without her. She had always been involved in the plans. No wonder they were so being so distant. She knew she had been preoccupied, but her parents had died right in front of her. Better understanding on their parts would be appreciated. Someone to talk to about it would be even better, but she felt that lately they expressed no interest.
At least Harry was trying to relate, and of course he could. She should have figured he would be there to talk. Hermione needed to talk to him. And Ron too, she supposed. She wished he'd give up his crush on her. She loved him like a brother and had once felt romantic feelings for him, but this entire event had changed her as a person. She couldn't handle Ron romantically, or anyone romantically for that matter, but particularly her immature friend. She loved them both as friends of course, and she needed to do some damage control.
Hermione stood up and wiped her tear stained face, making the trek down to the Great Hall for Breakfast.

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