These are just a bunch of series of random drabbles/One-shots that I either wrote on the spot of had for a long time, like this one...to help kink out my writer's block...
Enjoy.
Own nothing.
Ten:
Hermione walked in the woods that were behind the borrow, arms wrapped around herself. She was fuming, angry at Ron, angry at herself for falling for him when he just wasn't intrested. She was wiping away tears when she saw it. A white rabbit in a waist coat.
Shaking her head at the nonsense of it all, she followed it. She followed it all the way to the tree trunk, and down the rabbit hole. She was in a different world, one you could only dream of. "Hello there." She blinked and saw a man with crazy orange hair and a worn out hat. "I'm the Hatter."
"Hermione." She replied as he lead her to the make-shift table. He pulled out a chair for her.
"Come, come. Sit down and we'll have tea." He pour her a cup, laughing insanely to himeself. "You look like you need it."
"Thank you," She replied softly, as he pushed in the seat for her. "I'm sorry to be barging into your tea party like this?"
"Like what?" The Hatter asked, taking his seat at the head of the table, next to her.
"I look like a right mess." She replied, wiping her cheeks of the remaining tears as he placed a small cake in front of her. He automatically dropped two sugars and only a small amount of milk, like she liked in her tea, without asking her.
"Better then being in the wrong kind of mess." He smiled. "I enjoy meeting new people at my parties. They're always such a blast." He winked. " What brings you here?"
"The rabbit..." Hermione replied, sipping her tea. "I followed him down the rabbit hole."
"Now why would you do a thing like that?"
"Just mad I guess." Hermione winced, she wasn't thinking that what she said would offend the Hatter, she knew of him from stories from a children's book. But she didn't know how he would act.
"Why aren't we all?" He laughed, pouring himself a cup of tea.