'Sirius is dead 'Hermione tried her best to forget that thought. The exact day after their little Ministry "adventure", she had decided that she would spent all day in the library burying herself in books just like all the other times she wanted to get away from the world. However, it was on the last day before the end of the year feast that she finally met the distraction she finally needed and odd enough it was while she was reading a book on seventh year spells.
"Don't you think you should at least wait until sixth year before jumping ahead a grade?" someone whispered into her ear causing her to jump a little. Hermione spun around, instinctively drawing her wand and saw a fifth year boy carrying a set of books standing over her. He was a little bit taller then her and was somewhat trim. He had short dark brown hair that seem to cover his bright green eyes which seemed to give off an eerie glow even from behind it's hairy cover, it was still visible. Evidently, he was a Slytherin since for some weird reason he had his scarf wrapped around his right forearm.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked angrily as she tightened the grip on her wand.
"I could tell you but I'd prefer to get your answer first" he replied as he sat down in the seat next to her.
"But I asked you first" she countered.
"No, wait let me guess you were part of that group that went off to the ministry right" he grinned.
"Shut up!" she growled, her mind already searching for the right spell.
Before she could even blink, his wand was already pointing right back at her, pushing deep into her leg.
"You should really watch that temper you may be smart enough to pull of these sad little childish spells but where I'm from the fact that you have a wand pointed at me would be enough for me to curse you to hell" he said as he leaned back into his chair.
"Just leave!" she shouted as tears began to form in her eyes.
"Nah I don't like leaving people who are about to cry it always makes me feel like I should do something about it" he shrugged.
"I'm not going to cry so just go" she sniffed.
Before she could even move, she was stuck in a tight bear hug with a boy she didn't even know, crying. She could tell the boy wasn't use to hugs because his body had tensed up ever since the hug had begun and still hadn't let up the entire time. Then finally the tears had stopped and he let her go.
"So are you feeling a little bit better now?" he said as he sat back in his chair.
"Yeah thanks" she nodded.
"............"
"..........."
"Well this is awkward," he said with an uncomfortable laugh.
"So are you going to tell me your name?" she asked trying to fill the silence.
"Henry" he said grinning as if his name was some kind of joke. "Henry Trinus".
"Hermione Granger" she replied.
"Oh so you're the girl who decked my half brother two years back" he said giving her a small nudge on the shoulder.
"................Wait your Draco's brother?". She was stunned, how did she not know Draco had a brother. Yeah they didn't like each other but still she figured that they had gotten to know everything important there was to know about one another.
"Yup apparently Mrs. Malfoy had an affair and when her husband found out the kid wasn't his, they shipped him out to one of his father's relatives in America" he shrugged as is it didn't matter.
"So then what is American magic like? I read that the incantations are all completely different," she asked already hoping to learn more.
"Let me guess you want me to show you a spell right?" Henry sighed as he watched Hermione nod repeatedly.
Henry pulled his wand back out from his sleeve and carefully aimed at the pile of books he had brought with him.
"Levis" he said lazily as the books began to rise.
"Oh please I can just use the wingarduim spell for that" she replied.
"True but mine is shorter and has less motions in it but if you want". Henry then lowered his wand and with that, the books fell back onto the table. He tapped his wand on his chin trying to think of the perfect spell to use and then finally his wand was pointed at the books once again.
"Flor" he whispered and one second later the stack of books had transformed into a bouquet of paper Roses.
"Good enough for you" he said as he leaned back in his chair once again.
"Yeah I think so" she replied as she scooped up the flowers.
"Good cause if I remember correctly we both have about 20 minutes before curfew," he said after looking at his watch.
And that's when they had separated Henry to put up his books and Hermione to get some sleep. On his way out, he ran into Madam Pince who was waiting for him at the front desk.
"I saw what you did Henry that was very nice of you" she smiled.
"Yeah, but it would of have been easier to have just left her alone" he sighed.
"Yes it would have, lord knows your father would've but unlike him your not such a heartless beast, now are you?" she replied.
"No I guess I'm not," he answered.
"Well I guess it's about time you went off to bed huh, thanks for helping me out this year" she said as she lead him over to the door.