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Cold Shoulder
Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
Visited Upon the Son
© SparkyCSI
18. Cold Shoulder
When Hermione awoke the morning after her talk with Neville, she had a little more hope in
her heart. Her logical side was telling her that she had just shocked Draco, but her heart
remembered the look of disgust in his eyes after she had finished her story. Sighing as she
got out of bed, she refused to let her hope over take her completely.
She got up and dressed before making her way to the Great Hall to have breakfast with the
professors that were present. She looked at the table, only a few people were there, and
her heart sank as she realized that Draco was not present. Plastering a smile on her face,
she quickly sat down next to Neville and began to put food on her plate.
“How are you feeling?” Neville asked, softly enough that she was the only one that heard
him.
“I’m fine,” she responded, false cheer lacing her voice.
Neville shot her a look, clearly not believing her, but as she avoided his gaze he let the
subject drop. “So are you ready to start preparing the students for their O.W.L.S and
N.E.W.T.S.?
Hermione tried not to let her gratitude show with the change of topic. “I am. I’ve been
trying to prepare them all year for how hard the course work gets, but you know that half of
them are barely passing as it is.”
Neville nodded his agreement. “I know, but I have high hopes for this year’s lot,” he
responded, intent on steering the conversation to topics that would take her mind off of
Draco.
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Draco looked out of the window, watching the waves lapping at the white sand. Sadly, he
gazed at the water rushing in and then ebbing back into the abyss, mirroring his feelings.
The books that he had read from Blaise’s library had sobered him immensely. One of the
books had been written from the perspective of the rape victim. He could honestly say that
he hated some people of his gender.
Draco sighed and finally moved away from the window. Logically, he knew that he needed to
go back to Hogwarts and talk to Hermione, but he was terrified of her reaction. I
wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again, he thought. It was in this
contemplative mood that Blaise found him.
“Drake? Why are you moping around like a Hufflepuff?” he asked from the doorway.
Draco bristled at the implication in Blaise’s voice. “I am not moping,” he returned with
indignation.
Blaise smirked, knowing exactly what buttons to push. “Yes, you are! The Draco that I grew
up with would never wallow in self pity. Here you are, sitting in my house when you should
be at Hogwarts! I thought you were in love with her,” he sneered.
Draco stood up, anger tinting his cheeks pink. “I do love her! I just don’t know how to
approach her. This is not something that I have experience in Blaise,” he returned
hotly.
“So? That’s never stopped you before.”
Draco growled in his frustration. “Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted,” he said as he
magicked his clothes into his bag and shrank it within seconds. In a huff, Draco stalked
out of the seaside house and quickly Apparated back to Hogwarts.
Blaise stared at the empty room, chuckling to himself. “Good luck, Drake.”
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It wasn’t until Draco was in his room that he realized how well Blaise had played him. He
shook his head with a smile and dropped his luggage off in his room. He strode quickly
through the hallways until he was standing in front of her door. He raised his hand to
knock on the door, but at the last second faltered. Slowly, he lowered his hand back down
and his shoulders slumped.
Finally, he came to a decision and walked quickly away from the door. He found himself in
front of the gargoyle guarding Professor McGonagall’s office. The gargoyle watched him
pacing back and forth with a gleam in its eye. Finally, he muttered the password and the
gargoyle jumped to the side so he could ascend the staircase.
“Professor Malfoy?” McGonagall greeted him. “How may I help you?”
Draco stood before her, feeling like he was eleven again. Finally, he responded, “Um…
Headmistress. Do you know what happened to Hermione during the war?”
Minerva stared at him, her gaze penetrating. “More than you do, most likely,” she responded
vaguely.
“She told me about being captured,” Draco responded softly.
Minerva nodded, sensing his confusion. “That was a horrible time for her. Did she tell you
what she almost did?”
Draco looked at her in confusion. “What?”
Minerva sighed. “The following year, after the War was over, she tried to take her own
life,” she revealed reluctantly. She knew that Draco needed to here what she was telling
him, but it didn’t make the telling any easier.
Draco’s head shot up in surprise. “What?! Why?” he queried, and then cringed at the glare
that he received from the older woman.
“She was depressed and thought it was the only way to end her pain. Had it not been for
those close to her, she would have succeeded. We kept a close eye on her after that, but I
fear she’s never dealt with her feelings.”
Draco nodded, some of what he’d read coming back to him. “I don’t know how to treat her,”
he admitted grudgingly.
“Treat her as you have been,” McGonagall advised. “This doesn’t change her from the person
that you’ve come to know these last few months. It just reveals part of her that you hadn’t
seen. It will explain some things about her behaviour.” She paused before adding to her
advice, “The hat put you two together for a reason, believe in that.”
Draco nodded. “Thank you, Headmistress. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he got up to
leave.
“Draco?” she responded as he got to the door. “Seek out her friends. They can help you if
she refuses to let you in.”
Draco nodded and slowly walked down the stairs and headed for his quarters.
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Hermione greeted the first day of the new term with a zeal, eager to push all thoughts of
her personal life to the dark corner of her mind where they had hidden for the previous five
years. She got up, resolutely ignoring her feelings. She hadn’t even responded to Ginny’s
owl asking if she was all right. As she got dressed, she pushed her thoughts to the lesson
plans for the fifth and seventh year students, eager to help them to begin to prepare for
their end of year exams.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that when she walked into the Great Hall and saw Draco
sitting in his usual seat, her heart dropped in surprise.
Draco looked up when Hermione walked into the hall and caught the one moment that she let
her guard down. When she looked at him, he saw hurt, anger and confusion swirling around
before her expression went completely blank. Draco blinked momentarily, not sure if he had
seen the pain at all. He watched as she made her way to the table, and then looked up in
shock when she choose not to sit by him.
Hermione looked at Draco from across the room before making her way to the table. She
looked at the available seats and chose a spot next to Hagrid, at the opposite end of the
table. She resolutely ignored the looks that he was sending her, determined to let nothing
ruin her day.
Once breakfast was finished, she made a move to get out of the hall and to her classroom, so
that she would not have to talk to anyone, however, Draco was anticipating that move.
Quickly, when he saw that she had been detained by a student’s question, he made his way to
the hallway that contained her classroom. Patiently he waited for her to come down the
hall, and when he saw her, he approached her cautiously. “Mia?” he asked quietly.
“Pardon me, Professor. I’m in a rush to make it to my class,” Hermione said without emotion
as she passed him.
Draco stepped back in shock, not expecting her coldness towards him. “Hermione?” he called
again, a little louder as she disappeared into the classroom. Shaking his head, as he saw
the students begin to fill the hall, he retreated to the dungeons, his own classes to worry
about.
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AN: Okay, guys. I’m sorry for the extra week wait, but real life kinda got in the
way! I am already about halfway through 19, so I hope to have that posted as normal next
Thursday! This is, of course, if the severe weather here, doesn’t knock out my power
again!
Avanell – Yep. For some reason, I just needed that to happen, since I feel like that
something like rape would be taboo in the wizarding world and there would be more help in
the muggle world! Thanks!
Kazfeist – Yes, they were very important, but as you can tell from this chapter, Hermione
still has issues that she needs to work out! Thanks!
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
© SparkyCSI
18. Cold Shoulder
When Hermione awoke the morning after her talk with Neville, she had a little more hope in
her heart. Her logical side was telling her that she had just shocked Draco, but her heart
remembered the look of disgust in his eyes after she had finished her story. Sighing as she
got out of bed, she refused to let her hope over take her completely.
She got up and dressed before making her way to the Great Hall to have breakfast with the
professors that were present. She looked at the table, only a few people were there, and
her heart sank as she realized that Draco was not present. Plastering a smile on her face,
she quickly sat down next to Neville and began to put food on her plate.
“How are you feeling?” Neville asked, softly enough that she was the only one that heard
him.
“I’m fine,” she responded, false cheer lacing her voice.
Neville shot her a look, clearly not believing her, but as she avoided his gaze he let the
subject drop. “So are you ready to start preparing the students for their O.W.L.S and
N.E.W.T.S.?
Hermione tried not to let her gratitude show with the change of topic. “I am. I’ve been
trying to prepare them all year for how hard the course work gets, but you know that half of
them are barely passing as it is.”
Neville nodded his agreement. “I know, but I have high hopes for this year’s lot,” he
responded, intent on steering the conversation to topics that would take her mind off of
Draco.
Draco looked out of the window, watching the waves lapping at the white sand. Sadly, he
gazed at the water rushing in and then ebbing back into the abyss, mirroring his feelings.
The books that he had read from Blaise’s library had sobered him immensely. One of the
books had been written from the perspective of the rape victim. He could honestly say that
he hated some people of his gender.
Draco sighed and finally moved away from the window. Logically, he knew that he needed to
go back to Hogwarts and talk to Hermione, but he was terrified of her reaction. I
wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again, he thought. It was in this
contemplative mood that Blaise found him.
“Drake? Why are you moping around like a Hufflepuff?” he asked from the doorway.
Draco bristled at the implication in Blaise’s voice. “I am not moping,” he returned with
indignation.
Blaise smirked, knowing exactly what buttons to push. “Yes, you are! The Draco that I grew
up with would never wallow in self pity. Here you are, sitting in my house when you should
be at Hogwarts! I thought you were in love with her,” he sneered.
Draco stood up, anger tinting his cheeks pink. “I do love her! I just don’t know how to
approach her. This is not something that I have experience in Blaise,” he returned
hotly.
“So? That’s never stopped you before.”
Draco growled in his frustration. “Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted,” he said as he
magicked his clothes into his bag and shrank it within seconds. In a huff, Draco stalked
out of the seaside house and quickly Apparated back to Hogwarts.
Blaise stared at the empty room, chuckling to himself. “Good luck, Drake.”
It wasn’t until Draco was in his room that he realized how well Blaise had played him. He
shook his head with a smile and dropped his luggage off in his room. He strode quickly
through the hallways until he was standing in front of her door. He raised his hand to
knock on the door, but at the last second faltered. Slowly, he lowered his hand back down
and his shoulders slumped.
Finally, he came to a decision and walked quickly away from the door. He found himself in
front of the gargoyle guarding Professor McGonagall’s office. The gargoyle watched him
pacing back and forth with a gleam in its eye. Finally, he muttered the password and the
gargoyle jumped to the side so he could ascend the staircase.
“Professor Malfoy?” McGonagall greeted him. “How may I help you?”
Draco stood before her, feeling like he was eleven again. Finally, he responded, “Um…
Headmistress. Do you know what happened to Hermione during the war?”
Minerva stared at him, her gaze penetrating. “More than you do, most likely,” she responded
vaguely.
“She told me about being captured,” Draco responded softly.
Minerva nodded, sensing his confusion. “That was a horrible time for her. Did she tell you
what she almost did?”
Draco looked at her in confusion. “What?”
Minerva sighed. “The following year, after the War was over, she tried to take her own
life,” she revealed reluctantly. She knew that Draco needed to here what she was telling
him, but it didn’t make the telling any easier.
Draco’s head shot up in surprise. “What?! Why?” he queried, and then cringed at the glare
that he received from the older woman.
“She was depressed and thought it was the only way to end her pain. Had it not been for
those close to her, she would have succeeded. We kept a close eye on her after that, but I
fear she’s never dealt with her feelings.”
Draco nodded, some of what he’d read coming back to him. “I don’t know how to treat her,”
he admitted grudgingly.
“Treat her as you have been,” McGonagall advised. “This doesn’t change her from the person
that you’ve come to know these last few months. It just reveals part of her that you hadn’t
seen. It will explain some things about her behaviour.” She paused before adding to her
advice, “The hat put you two together for a reason, believe in that.”
Draco nodded. “Thank you, Headmistress. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he got up to
leave.
“Draco?” she responded as he got to the door. “Seek out her friends. They can help you if
she refuses to let you in.”
Draco nodded and slowly walked down the stairs and headed for his quarters.
Hermione greeted the first day of the new term with a zeal, eager to push all thoughts of
her personal life to the dark corner of her mind where they had hidden for the previous five
years. She got up, resolutely ignoring her feelings. She hadn’t even responded to Ginny’s
owl asking if she was all right. As she got dressed, she pushed her thoughts to the lesson
plans for the fifth and seventh year students, eager to help them to begin to prepare for
their end of year exams.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that when she walked into the Great Hall and saw Draco
sitting in his usual seat, her heart dropped in surprise.
Draco looked up when Hermione walked into the hall and caught the one moment that she let
her guard down. When she looked at him, he saw hurt, anger and confusion swirling around
before her expression went completely blank. Draco blinked momentarily, not sure if he had
seen the pain at all. He watched as she made her way to the table, and then looked up in
shock when she choose not to sit by him.
Hermione looked at Draco from across the room before making her way to the table. She
looked at the available seats and chose a spot next to Hagrid, at the opposite end of the
table. She resolutely ignored the looks that he was sending her, determined to let nothing
ruin her day.
Once breakfast was finished, she made a move to get out of the hall and to her classroom, so
that she would not have to talk to anyone, however, Draco was anticipating that move.
Quickly, when he saw that she had been detained by a student’s question, he made his way to
the hallway that contained her classroom. Patiently he waited for her to come down the
hall, and when he saw her, he approached her cautiously. “Mia?” he asked quietly.
“Pardon me, Professor. I’m in a rush to make it to my class,” Hermione said without emotion
as she passed him.
Draco stepped back in shock, not expecting her coldness towards him. “Hermione?” he called
again, a little louder as she disappeared into the classroom. Shaking his head, as he saw
the students begin to fill the hall, he retreated to the dungeons, his own classes to worry
about.
AN: Okay, guys. I’m sorry for the extra week wait, but real life kinda got in the
way! I am already about halfway through 19, so I hope to have that posted as normal next
Thursday! This is, of course, if the severe weather here, doesn’t knock out my power
again!
Avanell – Yep. For some reason, I just needed that to happen, since I feel like that
something like rape would be taboo in the wizarding world and there would be more help in
the muggle world! Thanks!
Kazfeist – Yes, they were very important, but as you can tell from this chapter, Hermione
still has issues that she needs to work out! Thanks!