Hermione deviated from Harry. "Harry, you are utterly disgusting." She abased him. "I thought I was your foremost priority, you even told me that you loved me astronomically, the inception of our relationship is demised. Our conception had no value, is it? I hate you, Harry, you are utterly misanthropic and you hoodwinked me."
"What's with all those big words?" Harry replied vivaciously, flicking his fringe back.
"Indefatigable perennial idiot in a golden boy incognito, who absconds away from the simplest chores, opulent malingerer without lucidity. Harry, in short, you are a freaking bastard!" Hermione stormed off.
"She never answered my question," Harry smirked, rolling his eyes at the girl whose hair stuck up in all directions in wild anger.
"Harry, what's up with you? Why are you so different?" Hermione yelled at him, her face red with fury. "Have you inherited Voldemort's misanthropy? Go and gorge yourself with all the food people serve you just because you save them. Blazon your glory, someday they would know you are a devil incognito!"
Harry just swept his hair back with his hand, which he called his 'wind-swept' hair. The smirk never left his face.
