Who: Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy When: August 25th, 2000 6:58pm Where: Hogwarts School Prison Rating: TBD Warnings: Summary: Lucius comes to collect his war prize, one friend of Potter.
Hermione sat in her room and stared out the window as if she could see along the lengthening shadows and past them. She had packed her things, her small bag lay on her bed because her 'things' consisted of her journal and a book she found in a stray drawer that she was bound adn determined to keep because she was desperate for reading material. But the preparation had really been through an act of defiance against herself. Moody had told her to not fight back. That it would earn her some time. Perhaps some points? But she was a Gryffindor. She couldn't go quietly into the night. Not completely. It would be utterly against her nature. But Hermione was more cautious than many in her former House. She could see the reason of what he said, but she couldn't help but do things and still be true to herself. The Sorting Hat hadn't been wrong after all.
To those ends, she hadn't left her rooms at all. Hadn't checked with any of the guards on duty to see if it was true, and though she was prepared, she didn't do anything different than she had any other day since she'd been there. Only she had set out to try and find Ginny and tell her good-bye. To warn her and let her know she'd be alright. Hermione had no choice but to be alright, because people were going to be counting on her. That gave her a focus, a purpose, the ability to do something, but it also meant she had to be every bit as cunning and clever as she could manage through everything that had happened to her. The war had changed and challenged everyone and everything she knew.
Hermione turned and crossed the room, knowing it was surely now about that time. But then again, maybe Lucius Malfoy did meet with an unfortunate accident and timely end. She deposited herself in a chair and considered. Maybe he couldn't come himself. That would be a blessing.
Maybe, she could...Hermione looked up at the door and frowned as it opened to an invited guest.