Malfoy stuck his teeth, holding back slight anger at Granger. She should not have mentioned such a sensitive question. Draco saw his father 's fortune, which became even darker and more silent than before. I saw a mother pushing out a fake smile seeing her son. Now Narcissa wrote to him less often. In every word, the young man felt the wild longing of his mother. He wanted to help so much. Just what? Draco himself had no positive attitude. He saw his entire future exclusively in grey tones. To be more precise, he didn 't see his future at all.
Hermione became a little hurt by such words. She just asked, tried to help, just listen, after all. Sometimes a man is enough to just be listened to. You don 't have to give some advice or anything.
But it is worth noting, to sit like this, feeling the warmth of someone else, even though the hated body liked griffindorke. To her surprise, touching Malfoy didn 't turn out to be as vile a thing as she used to think. His skin seemed to her to be cold and slick, just like that of a reptile. But in fact, she was the same as everyone. Only softer and warmer.
She didn 't expect such sincerity from the guy. Of course, they didn 't share their problems. The causes of their disorders remained secret to each other. But both of them were doing what they needed right now. They remained silent and shared their warmth. It 's funny how a simple hug can change everything. Even sworn enemies who have hated each other all their lives sit and do not hurry to leave the rooms. Such a long-awaited calm.
"Granger?"
"Yes?"
- Thank you, - Hermione smiled, barely visibly rubbed with a cheek on Draco 's shoulder. But he noticed this little gesture of mutual gratitude.
"Tomorrow, everything will be back in place," the slimerite continued. "You 're a griffindorca, I 'm a slimerine. We 're still enemies.
"Yes," Hermione whispered quietly.
"You 're a fool, Granger.
"A jerk.
"I hate you.
"And I am you.
They were both smiling. Sat in a small improvised cocoon of warmth and comfort, afraid to move once more. Anger, sadness, loss. All these feelings left young, inexperienced hearts, leaving in their place a sense of light satisfaction. They need it now. Just need to.
***
The following days took place for Hermione very gloomy. In Griffindor 's living room, she didn 't show up anymore, going very first for lunch to eat faster and have time to get away from there. Harry and Jeannie were well aware of what was going on with her. Ron 's behavior surprised everyone, too. He rarely appeared on people after he arrived. Harry only decided to talk to him a few days later. The boys sat in their room and were already preparing for bed.
"Are you okay, buddy?" Harry looked at Ron.
"Yes, what?"
"I just wanted to know what was going on with Hermiona.
"Nothing happens. Ron answered as quickly as possible, trying not to meet the other eyes. He pretended to put his pieces in his bag with great diligence.
- That is the case, you from the very arrival didn t speak even a word. And as well... Hermione said... What you didn 't write to her in the summer, Harry had difficulty talking about topics like this. Still, guys don 't discuss heart cases that often.
"I," Ron finally broke away from the conspiracy and turned to a friend. "I just didn 't want to hurt her.
"I 'm afraid you chose the wrong tactics. It is just your cold attitude that offends her - Harry looked at a friend with misunderstanding, raising one eyebrow. Last year he clearly saw a spark between these two and genuinely didn 't understand where it went now.
"It 's not that simple, Harry. You won 't understand.
"So explain. Maybe you like someone else?
"That 's not the point. Simply … That year we got very close to Hermiona. I liked her. She 's cool, smart, beautiful. And when we were looking for these baptisms, fighting against the whole world... I thought she was the one, you know?
And I thought so. You didn 't move away from each other.
"But when it was over, I knew what I thought. I love Hermione. But only as a sister. I mean, I feel good talking to her, spending time together, but not like a girl...