Hermione P.O.V.
I am sitting at my table perfectly content eating my pickle and might I say it is quite a delicious pickle. So here I am minding my own business eating my DELICIOUS pickle and reading Hogwarts: A History, when Ron decides to ask me a very stupid question.
"Mione can I borrow your notes for potions?"
"Yeah. Whatever Ron. Don't bother me again."I said annoyed that he had stopped me from indulging in my pickle.
Draco P.O.V.
There she is staring at her book probably Hogwarts: A History, I believe she is the only person who has ever read the book, anyway back to my previous train of thought. She is reading and a look of utter peace and happiness on her face, well that doesn't roll with Draco Malfoy man who lives to make her life a living hell. I look to her hand and see the source of the happiness. A Pickle! Wow, ok so that is like totally weird she is obsessed with pickles. Well we will just have to spoil it for her. I sent a spell towards the pickle and it flew out of her hand and landed two feet from her. I was sniggering when I was brought out of my state of mental euphoria with a screech.
Hermione P.O.V.
Ok so here I am still enjoying my pickle and reading when all of a sudden it is knocked out of my hands. I look to the Slytherin table and guess what there he is the conniving little ferret.
I narrow my eyes and yell.
"Draco Malfoy!! You foul, loathsome, evil FERRET!! You. Just.Soiled.My.PICKLE!! How dare you! My pickle which I was enjoying is now dirty and befouled by your spell!
Draco P.O.V
Oops. It might not have been very smart messing with her and her pickle….
(A/N It just goes to show. Don't mess with Hermione and her pickles.)
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