She just wasn't sure, you know. About everything.
She sat all by her lonesome on a bench in a way that everything in the courtyard is in her line of sight: a pair of Sixth Years snogging, First Years talking animatedly about whatever, Prefects having a meeting…
There was a book she brought from home called 'Royally Crushed'. Apparently it's a story about a girl named Valerie and her ups-and-downs with dating Georg, a prince residing in a little European country called Schwerinborg. During the days she was feeling moody and thoughtful, she would read it and think she was Valerie, and wonder who and where her Georg is.
Two nights ago was the Yule Ball. It had gone quite well until Ron had offended her by saying she was 'fraternizing with the enemy' just because she spent the majority of the evening dancing with Viktor Krum.
She wasn't really so sure about what happened that night, but she was up all night thinking about it. Then she cried, and then she was just seriously upset.
Which brings her to the present. She was now wondering if Viktor could possibly be her Georg. Or Ron…
"I must've been wrong. You three weren't stuck together since birth after all."
She turned her head to find a white-haired boy sitting beside her. She was too caught up in her thoughts to even notice he was there.
"What are you even moping about?" he asked, not looking at her. He sat in a very tense manner, like he would sprint away if a fellow Slytherin caught him sitting beside her.
"Why would you even care to know?" she replied.
"As if I care about your problems. I only ask because that pitiful look on your face is just way too obvious. Not that I pity you, or anything…" he babbled. "I'm extremely bored, and I have stooped down to the level of 'Hang Out With Granger', which, in the level of coolness, is probably negative."
His voice was nice to her ears.
"Whatever, two's a crowd, even if I have to sit next to someone like you, who isn't the type of person I would like hang around with, because suddenly you might just spout different trivia facts about Merlin, who, by the way, is a Slytherin," he added.
He has a very nice side view.
"I wonder why girls have to be so damn weird all the time, you know? They tell you to dance with them, and then go off to dance with other people. Are all girls like that? Are they all harlots? Wait, did I use that word correctly, I only heard my father use it once..."
Could he be actually her Georg? Is that even possible?
There was silence. After a while, he said "I'm sorry I'm being talkative."
She laughed at him and he looked at her for the first time. "What?" he demanded, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Nothing. It's just that we're not exactly different." With that, she got up and walked away, amused.
They met up there again the next day. And there wasn't a one-sided conversation.
A/N: So I shall be writing short stories like this one here regularly. Yay for drabble? Is this even a drabble? Nope. But HOORAY for DraMione! This is Day 1 of 30 Days of Drabbles. Theme is 'beginning'.