The snakes and the lions all walked down to the clearing in the forest, segregated into their own houses- all with a monster book in hand.
"Alright you lot, go stand over there and open yer books to Page 49."
Draco Malfoy asked the question on everyone's mind "and how exactly do we do that?" he exasperated. Whilst Neville wrestled with his book, Hermione looked over at the pureblood.
"...mione? Hermione? Are you still with us?" Harry pressed on.
"Oh I think they're funny" She tried to rejoin the boys conversation.
Without warning, Malfoy spoke somewhere behind her; "Oh yeah terribly funny, really witty. God this place has gone to the dogs." Hermione jumps a little inside and turns around to face the Slytherin. "Wait until father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes." He spat, his posse; Crabbe and Goyle either side of him.
The snakes all laughed and Harry Potter felt the need to step up. Hermione felt him move before he spoke and she rolled her eyes, wishing her friend would leave it alone and not get involved. She thought the hate between the two had gotten pathetic and she watched on in annoyance. But she had to admit to herself, Malfoy looked rather handsome pretending to be a dementor. She pulled her friend away and sneered at him, trying to ignore her own straying thoughts.
Harry was about to take flight on the Hippogiff when he stepped on and snapped a twig, Hermione feared the worst in that moment for her close friend and grabbed Ron's hand in a panic. When Harry had landed Hagrid took his attention away from the beast and the class, he lowered himself to talk to Harry.
Malfoy stood up tall, and obviously wanting to show off he walked towards the Hippogriff. With confident posture and confident words he wanted to prove that the beast was harmless and that Potter was in no danger at all. Hermione watched the boy again and her heart dropped when the beast leapt up into the air and took a swish with his claw right at the blonde.
Draco rolled on the floor in agony, griping his injured arm.
"Hagrid, he needs to be taken to the hospital!" Hermione stepped forward and said with a hint of panic in her voice. For some strange absurd reason she hated seeing Malfoy on the floor in pain. There was just something about him in this vulnerable state, showing a weakness unknown to him, that one does not usually associated with a Malfoy. Hagrid hastily agrees and uses his strong giant arms to pick up the thin pale boy. Hermione finds herself worried for the blonde. She's in deep thought when Harry walks back to her away from Buckbeak.
"Are you alright Mione?" Harry questions.
She comes back down to Earth "Yes, of course," Then the trio walked back up to the castle.
