Greivances
Written for DesDiamonds who asked for a harp, tennis shoes and a toy castle
Hermione squirmed in the large comfortable chair in front of the Headmasters desk as she stared down at her worn tennis shoes, the ones she'd had since fourth year. She'd never really considered herself a very sentimental girl, not completely callous and unfeeling, just too practical to let her emotions get in the way; but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to get rid of them.
Draco Malfoy on the other hand bought new shoes about as often as the moon changed phases. He always believed in indulgence, in flaunting his advantages, whether it be his bloodline, his riches, his fabulous hair, or his newly purchased Italian leather boots.Hermione took notice of the shine glistening off the expensive shoes and suddenly wish she would have worn her mary janes instead of her completely battered sneakers.
Sensing a small motion to his right Draco shifted his gaze over to the russet-haired Gryffindor sitting next to him he took notice of her jostling her leg nervously.
"Really Granger, nervous are we? I wouldn't expect this was your first time in the Headmaster's office, what with you and your track record with St. Potter and Weaselbee."
Hermione chose her usual plan of action and sent him an icy glare, standing up from the leather chair and sauntering over the Dumbledore's desk, picking up the small replica of Hogwarts on his desk, inspecting it as she watched the small replicas of the professors and students flitted about the various halls, stairwells and rooms. Upon closer inspection she saw a tiny version of Snape, sitting in the dungeons next to a giant cauldron..playing a harp?
Thoroughly disturbed, she placed the castle back on the desk and turned to the snarky Slytherin sitting in the chair next to her who seemed to be watching her every move, his classic smirk gracing his royal features.
"Don't look at me like that, this is all your fault! I don't even want to think about what Professor Dumbledore's going to do with us, deduction of house points, detention, and he'll probably-"
"My fault? If I remember correctly Granger you were the one that attacked me." Draco sneered as brushed some invisible lint off of his exquisite robes.
Hermione huffed as she always did when she was defeated and plopped down in her chair, shoulders slumping slightly.
Draco just regarded her cooly as he put his hands behind his head, all the while refusing to wipe the smirk from his face.
"Don't worry Granger, it was still the best snog I've ever had."
