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It's Not A Thing – Chapter 02
Hermione stared at her round point shoes. They are brown, normal. Forgettable. Soulless. She sadly smirks to herself.
"Just like the owner." She muttered.
Yes, because she was nothing. Just some middle age woman, depressive on top of all, thinking of stupid shoes and dead husbands.
She shivers. Don't think of him. This is why you are here, remember? Leave him in peace, just like Harry said... With that she can muster some control. Try to look at the bright side.
At least the couch she was sited was comfortable.
Hermione frowned her eyebrows as she kept thinking. At least this waiting room is nice. White walls, comfy seats, lilac flowers, lots of magazines...
The noise of a door opening and closing startled her a bit, and she turns to see who arrived. She can't see much, the waiting room is separated to the main hall by a wall.
"It's to prevent the patients of feeling uncomfortable." She remembered the sweet and brainless secretary saying the first time she asked.
Uncomfortable of what; their shadows? Thought Hermione, snorting to herself. No, right, to be seeing a shrink I guess. Like I care.
She could hear voices on the other room, a male one and the secretary's. She passes her hands on her short curls and mutters to herself again. "Lets leave the crazy people in peace." And she grabbed a magazine, just to pretend she was oblivious.
..........
The moment he stepped in the waiting room, he saw her. He blinked, a bit stunned, and forgot to walk. Draco had totally forgotten about her. It has been a year, so he thought it was okay.
Solely, he puts his hands on his jacket pockets, and takes the seat on the other side of the couch. He waits a minute and she doesn't even glanced at him. It always infuriated him to be ignored, Astoria would do that to him if she was mad...
He fought the urge to take one hand and cover his eyes. He was so tired. Maybe Scorpius was right. He thought. I do have issues.
Draco fixed his eyes on the doors across the waiting room. Two doors to be exact, both with nice, expensive looking tablets with names on it.
Doctor Amelia S. Mallory and Doctor Rupert Mallory.
Draco frowns. He spoke before he could even think.
"They are fucking married!"
..........
The sound of a male voice right next to her makes Hermione abandon a very interesting article she was reading on this random magazine. She looked at the person. Her eyes widen.
"Malfoy?"
He looked at her immediately. His eyes widen, and he seems to realize only now that he truly spoken out loud. He clenches his jaw and speaks between his teeth.
"They are fucking married. They are both alive. They won't understand..."
Hermione blinked. She looked at the doors. Her expression changes from confused to blank. She looks back at him.
..........
They study each other for some time. They see the same things. Bags under the eyes, clothes that were comfortable but ugly.
A tired, full of sorrow aura.
They keep looking at each other for quite a long time. She sighs. Her voice is shaken, as if she was holding back tears.
"Let's get out of here."
He knows what she must be feeling. So he nodded. "There is a bar a few blocks down."
She nods then. "Perfect."
They both stand up and go out, not giving a damn about the confused secretary...
..........
One hour later...
"... and she was a vision. I was barely 20, you know, so you can imagine how crazy I went."
Hermione chuckles, sipping her drink. "Funny, first time I saw him we were first years. We didn't get along for quite some time."
He sips his drink, then makes a wide move with his arms. "Ah, that doesn't count. You were kids. Tell me when you first realized you liked him."
She ponders. "Well. Maybe fourth year. But I only came to my senses on the sixth. You might remember, he was dating Lavander."
"Lavander Brown?!" He makes a gaging sound. She laughs. "Thanks."
..........
Four hours later...
They were both sad now. Siting side by side, knees and elbows touching, both sipping a their drinks.
Hermione told him details of her last day with Ron, and how he died.
Draco told her how happy he was for Astoria being pregnant before all happened.
He paid the bill. They walked out of the bar, leaning on one another for balance into the next empty alley.
She fumbles inside her bag. She gives him a vial of a sober up potion, while getting one for herself. He thanks her and drank at the same time as she did.
Sober, they both stared.
A couple of minutes passed. He can see tears coming to her eyes. He can feel tears on his eyes.
"Why did they had to leave us?"
He looked at her. He blinked and his tears come free. "I don't know."
Sobbing, Hermione sits on the ground. After seconds, Draco joins beside her. Weirdly, he passes an arm around her shoulders. He is crying too.
"I'm sorry."
She gasps. She buried her head on his shoulder. One hand goes to his neck, comforting him, playing with his hair. She mumbles.
"I'm sorry too."
He bites his lip. He takes a deep sob. He hugs her close and buried his own face on her shoulders.
They stay there for a long time, crying like children, comforting one another.
"I wish I could see him again. Just one more time."
Me too, he thought. She griped onto him harder.
"You know, it's silly, but I still have a lock of his hair. Smells just like him, but the scent is getting weaker..."
"… It's not silly. I have a lock of her hair as well."
"...Oh."
"Yeah."
They stay on the same position for some time. Then Hermione back away from him with a start, her face fresh with tears but her eyes with a slightly mad and determinate gleam.
"Polyjuice... Draco, POLYJUICE!"
He blinked, confused. Then he understands.
They smiled at each other.