It was a little past six o' clock on a Sunday morning when Harry Potter entered the Great Hall. The four tables were set with various breakfast options, despite there being only a few fellow Wizards awake and sat at the tables this early.

Harry, wiping sleep from his eyes, sat down at the Gryffindor table and served himself some warm toast, spreading butter atop the slices. He had woken in the early hours again. The nightmares were getting worse, and since Dumbledore's death- or murder- they were unbearable to the point he was usually awake long before anyone else. Harry, though, had found company at even this time of the morning, and she went by the name of Faun Delcy. And, speak of the devil, she entered the Great Hall.

"Hi Harry," She greeted cheerily, sitting beside him. She smiled at the sight of him. His tired green eyes and kind smile. His dark and unruly hair hung slightly in his eyes, and Faun found herself wanting to comb it back with her fingers, just as an excuse to touch him.

Faun had bouncing blonde hair, reaching a little above her shoulders. Her side fringe was pinned back to avoid it falling in her light blue eyes. Her skin was pale in complexion, an obvious sign of her lifetime spent in rainy England. She was slim and tall, and wearing a floral sundress despite the forecast of rain. Faun was not a stranger to having admirers, but with Harry, she was the admirer. Not only was he adorable and handsome and brave, he was funny and intelligent. She had even started setting an alarm for five o' clock every morning, so she could meet Harry here at 6. Of course, she pretended it was a coincidence, but secretly, she knew what was happening. She was falling in love with Harry Potter, the darling of the Wizarding World. And he was falling in love with the classic girl next door, Ginny Weasley. It killed Faun inside to watch Harry stutter nervously and pull at his sleeves in the fierce red-head's presence, and her jealousy was almost unmanageable- almost.

"Did you sleep well?" Faun asked, snatching a piece of his toast and taking a bite.

"Not really." Harry replied with a sigh, "But I'm fine, don't worry." But she did worry; that's what you do when the one you love is losing sleep. And she had a sneaking suspicion that the reason for his lack of sleep went by the same name as her own reason for lying awake the past few nights- Ginny.

"Hey Faun," A boy greeted as he walked by, winking at the blonde beauty. She sent the boy a glare and turned to Harry, rolling her eyes. Harry, though, looked amused.

"What was that about?" He asked.

"What?" She asked, inching closer to him without him realizing.

"That Ravenclaw guy just said hello and you looked like you wanted to tear his head off? I would like to see another girl have that kind of reaction to someone like him." Harry looked at the guy, who was nursing his hurt ego. His name was Hugo Spencer, and he was an extremely bright Ravenclaw. He was admittedly handsome, and even Harry wished he could carry himself with Hugo's confidence. Never in a million years would Harry wink at a girl like Faun.

She grumbled under her breath, "Maybe I'm not interested in any of those boys." Harry knew from her tone not to reply.

Hermione, who was planning a full day of studying, walked into the Great Hall. She saw Harry and headed towards him, seeing Faun practically draped over him. She couldn't help but scoff. Faun was so desperate, it was sickening to Hermione. Hermione had to wonder, when had she become such a cynic? Faun was a sweet girl, and Hermione thought that she and Harry would make a sweet couple, but there was something sad about the way a girl like Faun had been reduced to a lovesick puppy, and it almost made Hermione take a disliking to Harry-but mainly, Hermione just found Faun irritating.

"Morning, Harry, Faun." Hermione greeted, sitting across from the two. They replied with smiles, but Hermione caught the blonde casting a scowl at the half eaten toast in her hand, though Hermione was sure it was directed at Hermione, not the olive spread.

"You should get your hair cut." Faun told Harry, reaching out and stroking his fringe aside, "It's hiding your pretty eyes." Harry looked alarmed, but Faun continued to tuck some of his dark hair behind one of his ears. She blissfully ignored Hermione's presence altogether; pretending the brunette hadn't spoilt her alone time with the most coveted boy at Hogwarts.

Hermione snorted, not very ladylike for her or her standards, "Ah," She appraised, "Very subtle, Faun." She chuckled, shaking her head and preparing cereal.

Faun flashed a glare at Hermione, pulling her hand away from Harry's hair, leaving Harry looking confused and slightly dazed. "What is your problem, Hermione?" Faun snapped, "You have been on my case twenty-four-seven lately." The blonde flipped her hair and narrowed her eyes on the brunette.

Hermione thought about it; Faun was right, and there really wasn't a reason for the abuse she had been giving Faun. It had been subtle- no one knew aside from the two girls. Hermione had used her quick wit to throw insults at Faun left, right and centre for a while now. Maybe it was due to her own insecurities; maybe it was some deep, psychological issue, rooted in her brain. But it was probably a coping mechanism. Hermione was haunted, just like Harry, by images of the Battle of Hogwarts, as well as their hardships while searching for the horcruxes, and lashing out at Faun- such an easy target- was a good way to let off some steam. God knew Hermione needed a release.

"I don't know, Blondie." Hermione retorted shortly, already bored. "Harry, how do you feel about Faun?"

Harry was startled, "What do you mean?" Hermione rolled her eyes, so Harry spoke, "I think she's a great friend. Why?"

Hermione ignored Harry's question, and instead turned back to the blonde with the wide, teary eyes, "Must I continue?" Hermione asked.

Faun looked from Hermione to Harry a few times, tears brimming from her humiliation and heartbreak; a great friend? That sure was a kick in the shins. Harry had no clue as to how she felt. She had sometimes believed that Harry was simply flirting with Faun, but he really didn't know, and he more importantly, didn't feel the same way. Faun shook her head quickly at Hermione and shoved herself off the bench, running from the Great Hall and holding back a strangled cry.

"What was that about?" Harry asked Hermione, completely oblivious, unsure of what just happened. Hermione only rolled her eyes; Harry could be very dumb at times. At one time, Hermione might have felt guilty for her rude behaviour, and she would never have said those things in the first place, but Hermione felt different now. She felt a strange happiness from upsetting others, from recognising someone's fears and using them against them. She knew it was at least a little twisted, but the brilliant thing was this: she really didn't care.

(Later on that day…)

"Listen, Faun, I'm sorry." Hermione apologized falsely. Hermione still didn't see why what she had done was so wrong, but after talking to Ron about it, she saw that it was her who had the weird reaction, not Faun. So, now, she was giving Faun a totally fake apology, in the hope of making her forget that Hermione had been mean in the first place. She wasn't really sure why she had changed so much, but she had, and it was everyone else who had to suffer the consequences. Faun was puffy-eyed and pouting back at her. "I guess I don't know how you feel. I'm tired, and I feel so..." For the first time since Hermione could speak, her vocabulary failed her- so she didn't bother to continue.

Faun laughed cynically, but the laughter never reached her sad blue eyes, "Oh Please? You don't know how I feel? What a joke." She smirked, "I've seen you staring at Draco Malfoy all year." she frowned at Hermione, who was stunned, "But don't worry. I won't sabotage you and Malfoy before you even begin. I'm not that kind of person." She glared at the brunette once more before she walked away, leaving Hermione as still as a statue.

From her peripheral vision, Hermione spotted Draco across the room, his curious eyes on her. She spun around to face the other direction. What had Faun meant? Why on earth would she have romantic feelings towards Malfoy? There was only one correct way to think of Draco Malfoy- and that was always in a rather negative light.

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