If I actually owned Harry Potter universe, it wouldn't have been this much awesome. This is my attempt to create my universe using JKR's character
The dining hall, dinner time
It was the usual affair at dinnertime. Ron was stuffing his face with mashed potatoes while Harry was toying with his peas, discreetly watching Ginny. I smothered a sigh. As much as I was busy with school work in my sixth year at Hogwarts, this year was turning out to be too tedious. With Ron glued to Lavender Brown all the time and Harry being obsessed with Ginny or Draco Malfoy, I felt left out most of the time. Even more so than usual. And speaking of Draco Malfoy, I sneaked a look at the Slytherin table. Instead of the usual crowd around his place, where he is always joking around (mostly at the expense of us three), I noticed his pale demeanour conspicuously absent.
"Oi,Hermione" Ron interrupted my thoughts, "will you lend me your herbology essay? I need to finish mine, and the due date is tomorrow!"
Ron had finally managed to swallow his food, a feat in itself, and turned to me expectantly. Lavender was stroking his hair. I fought back the urge to gag
"You very well know I never lend my essays, Ron" I said
"What's the matter; it's just one sodding essay?"He glared at me; as if it was my fault he couldn't complete his essay on time.
"If it was one sodding essay then you should try to do yourself, instead of snogging all the time" I snapped.
Suddenly it felt too much, Ron's unabashed behaviour, and Harry's apathetic attitude. I felt I could not sit one more moment with them, so I banged my glass of Pumpkin juice on the table and gathered my bag and started to leave
"What's the matter with her?" I heard Ron as I started to leave.
With everyone still having their dinner, there were not many people outside. I walked away from the great hall, and wondered where to go. Library of course! Being surrounded by books always soothed my nerves.
It was absolutely quiet inside the library and I was the only person there,lucky.I went to a section, and chose "Arithamancy and how it changed the wizarding world" from the rack, went to one of the tables and started reading. The book couldn't hold my attention for long though, there were times when even the most interesting topics refused to grab my attention, this was one of those ,i stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Lately I started to get the feeling that our friendship had begun to strain. Maybe it was one of those growing-up-and-growing apart things. I tried not to confront this idea, but it still nagged me. It was not that I did not approve their decisions for dating. As much as I was irked with Lavender, It was not the fact that I had feelings for them or anything, that made this awkward (oh no! I was way past the teenage crush I felt for Ron), but it was the knowledge that the boys seemed to have moved on, while I was left behind, needing them (I won't deny that). Harry and Ron were the first real friends I made at Hogwarts. When everyone made fun of me for either, being a mudblood or always answering questions in class, Harry and Ron accepted me. So when the time had come when they got a girlfriend, or in Harry's case, a crush, I oddly felt left out. Always used to the constant presence of the boys I felt now not ...needed.
I heard something in the rack behind me, I gasped out of my reverie. I stood up and went to the next aisle to investigate what it was.
Leaning onto the rack, was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"I was wondering about the stench. Now I get where the smell was from" he leered.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"Just because you spend all of your life here, doesn't mean no one else can come here" he smirked.
"I am not asking what you were doing in the library, but what are you doing near the restricted section" I pointed out, which I had just noticed, "Isn't it past the time for issuing restricted books? And Madame Pince isn't here either"
His smirk abruptly turned into a sneer. "This is none of your business Mudblood" he growled.
"As a prefect, it is perfectly my business" I replied coolly, though I would never admit, his expression gave me chills.
He grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me against the rack of the opposite wall so hard, I felt the breathe leave my body, "You can patronise your scarhead and weaselbee,but don't for a minute, think that I will be intimidated by you. Don't butt your sorry arse in what doesn't concern you"
Adrenaline surged through my body, and gave me strength, strength to smack my hand across his face.
"I know you are up to something, and I as sure as hell, will find it out" I retorted.
The imprint of my palm was beginning to show on his cheek.
"You will regret this later Granger" He glared at me in a menacing way, and stormed away.
I stood staring at the spot where he was poised previously, in shock. What happened just now?Did Malfoy actually have the nerve to threaten me? And did I actually slap him?
Just as the shock subsided I noticed, in the rack opposite to mine, where Malfoy was standing, amongst the rows of carefully arranged books, was a book which appeared as if it was haphazardly squeezed in the last minute. Curiosity piqued, I pulled the book out.
It was a copy of "The secret of the darkest arts".
The room suddenly seemed colder. What possible dark secret could Malfoy want?
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