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17,892
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Just a dream
Chapter 4
Just a dream
For once no one was banging on her door when Hermione woke up. Not even the shrill voice of Mrs Cobb cut through the air, and Hermione couldn’t remember having ever felt so relaxed.
She didn’t want the good feeling in her stomach to disappear, so she kept her eyes closed for another moment and breathed in the clear morning air, which blew softly from her window.
“No, wait a minute. I usually close the window before going to bed. So why is it opened?”
She opened her eyes and looked around her from where she lay in bed. A very strong feeling of déjà vu came over and she was suddenly so very, very confused.
“Why do I feel like this all has happened before?”
Then she remembered yesterday. The opened window. The blond man with the grey eyes.
The rose. Falling asleep in the man’s embrace.
Oh God.
Her face felt as if it had caught fire from the embarrassment. “I can’t believe I let him lie in my bed!” She groaned and closed her eyes. “What would mother think of me?”
But something still felt wrong and Hermione was hit by the realization that she was alone in her room. She quickly sat up, ignored the dizziness from having suddenly moved, and surveyed her room once more. But there were no hiding places in here so of course had her first observation been correct. She was alone in the room.
“Hn...” She frowned deeply and bit her lip. It wasn’t as though she was into silly romantic ideas, like the other young maids in the household were. She wasn’t disappointed that the man was gone, but she had thought that she was intelligent enough to not be fooled by a dream or a hallucination created by her tired mind. She was then disappointed in herself for dreaming about something so stupid.
“Arrgh! I thought I was more mature and realistic than that!” Hermione scolded herself.
“If living in this house has ever taught me something, it would be that dreams are for fools.“
Just thinking about the silly way most other maids used to act whenever they talked about boys, made her furious since she obviously seemed to harbour the same silliness, though so deep inside that she hadn’t noticed it until now.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and tried to rationalize the situation. First came finding some proof whether she had met the “veela” yesterday. If by weird luck that was the case, then she could direct her anger at the male, and not herself.
She surveyed her room once more, and this time she also looked under her bed, without any luck. Then she got out of bed, walked over to the window, and climbed out through it so that she was standing on the roof. Still nothing.
“Had it been winter I could’ve searched for footprints.”
Hermione jumped back into her room. She sighed deeply.
“Ok, what do I have? No veela, no rose and no proof. So I have been fooled by a dream after all!“
She was so annoyed with herself that she decided to forget all about the dream. “Thinking about it will only give me problems when I work. It doesn’t deserve any attention from me anyway.” Instead she got ready for the new day, and made sure to keep her mind busy the whole time.
As Mrs Cobb had not woken her up, Hermione guessed that she had awoken much earlier than usually, and she left her room quickly after finishing, so that she could sneak down to the kitchen and steal breakfast -before too many woke up and it would be impossible to do it unnoticed.
Though Mrs Smith was against the take-away-Hermione’s-dinner punishment that the Parkinson loved to inflict upon Hermione; the woman wouldn’t risk loosing her own job if someone caught her breaking the Parkinson’s orders. Mrs Smith had her own family to provide for and needed the money, as much as Hermione needed her job at the household to survive.
There were almost no servants up and about as Hermione walked the way to the kitchen.
“Maybe I can even grab some leftovers from yesterday…” Her steps quickened and she was soon in front of the kitchen’s entrance. The door creaked when she carefully pushed it open, but no one was inside. Hermione stood there for a moment and felt the silence. Not often before had she been in an empty kitchen.
“It seems that all weird things have decided to happen today.” She thought ironically and her thought drifted towards the dream…but stopped herself. “NO! Don’t think about it!!”
She concentrated again on the task at hand and closed the door silently behind her.
The larder was in the far end of the room, and it was twice as big as the kitchen itself. Her stomach growled loudly when she smelled all the food, but unfortunately she could only grab something small that would go unnoticed, otherwise the theft would be known and they might put a lock on the door. She hungrily glanced at leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, but decided that she couldn’t risk it and only grabbed an apple and a pear.
As she couldn’t eat where someone might see, she stayed in the larder and ate the apple - the pear was saved for later.
When she was finished she washed her hands in the sink and then quickly left the kitchen. Time to face another horrible day.
Just a dream
For once no one was banging on her door when Hermione woke up. Not even the shrill voice of Mrs Cobb cut through the air, and Hermione couldn’t remember having ever felt so relaxed.
She didn’t want the good feeling in her stomach to disappear, so she kept her eyes closed for another moment and breathed in the clear morning air, which blew softly from her window.
“No, wait a minute. I usually close the window before going to bed. So why is it opened?”
She opened her eyes and looked around her from where she lay in bed. A very strong feeling of déjà vu came over and she was suddenly so very, very confused.
“Why do I feel like this all has happened before?”
Then she remembered yesterday. The opened window. The blond man with the grey eyes.
The rose. Falling asleep in the man’s embrace.
Oh God.
Her face felt as if it had caught fire from the embarrassment. “I can’t believe I let him lie in my bed!” She groaned and closed her eyes. “What would mother think of me?”
But something still felt wrong and Hermione was hit by the realization that she was alone in her room. She quickly sat up, ignored the dizziness from having suddenly moved, and surveyed her room once more. But there were no hiding places in here so of course had her first observation been correct. She was alone in the room.
“Hn...” She frowned deeply and bit her lip. It wasn’t as though she was into silly romantic ideas, like the other young maids in the household were. She wasn’t disappointed that the man was gone, but she had thought that she was intelligent enough to not be fooled by a dream or a hallucination created by her tired mind. She was then disappointed in herself for dreaming about something so stupid.
“Arrgh! I thought I was more mature and realistic than that!” Hermione scolded herself.
“If living in this house has ever taught me something, it would be that dreams are for fools.“
Just thinking about the silly way most other maids used to act whenever they talked about boys, made her furious since she obviously seemed to harbour the same silliness, though so deep inside that she hadn’t noticed it until now.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and tried to rationalize the situation. First came finding some proof whether she had met the “veela” yesterday. If by weird luck that was the case, then she could direct her anger at the male, and not herself.
She surveyed her room once more, and this time she also looked under her bed, without any luck. Then she got out of bed, walked over to the window, and climbed out through it so that she was standing on the roof. Still nothing.
“Had it been winter I could’ve searched for footprints.”
Hermione jumped back into her room. She sighed deeply.
“Ok, what do I have? No veela, no rose and no proof. So I have been fooled by a dream after all!“
She was so annoyed with herself that she decided to forget all about the dream. “Thinking about it will only give me problems when I work. It doesn’t deserve any attention from me anyway.” Instead she got ready for the new day, and made sure to keep her mind busy the whole time.
As Mrs Cobb had not woken her up, Hermione guessed that she had awoken much earlier than usually, and she left her room quickly after finishing, so that she could sneak down to the kitchen and steal breakfast -before too many woke up and it would be impossible to do it unnoticed.
Though Mrs Smith was against the take-away-Hermione’s-dinner punishment that the Parkinson loved to inflict upon Hermione; the woman wouldn’t risk loosing her own job if someone caught her breaking the Parkinson’s orders. Mrs Smith had her own family to provide for and needed the money, as much as Hermione needed her job at the household to survive.
There were almost no servants up and about as Hermione walked the way to the kitchen.
“Maybe I can even grab some leftovers from yesterday…” Her steps quickened and she was soon in front of the kitchen’s entrance. The door creaked when she carefully pushed it open, but no one was inside. Hermione stood there for a moment and felt the silence. Not often before had she been in an empty kitchen.
“It seems that all weird things have decided to happen today.” She thought ironically and her thought drifted towards the dream…but stopped herself. “NO! Don’t think about it!!”
She concentrated again on the task at hand and closed the door silently behind her.
The larder was in the far end of the room, and it was twice as big as the kitchen itself. Her stomach growled loudly when she smelled all the food, but unfortunately she could only grab something small that would go unnoticed, otherwise the theft would be known and they might put a lock on the door. She hungrily glanced at leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, but decided that she couldn’t risk it and only grabbed an apple and a pear.
As she couldn’t eat where someone might see, she stayed in the larder and ate the apple - the pear was saved for later.
When she was finished she washed her hands in the sink and then quickly left the kitchen. Time to face another horrible day.