Today was my birthday, the day I turned eighteen. And I had a little bit of a shock.
I mean, Harry and Ron bombarded me with gifts, and Malfoy sent the daily "You're not dead yet?" letter, along with a necklace that I was sure cursed, but the thing that schocked me the worst was that Dean Thomas sent me a gift.
Sure, Seamus Finnigan (who is Dean's best mate) always sent me a magazine about Quidditch, which I always give to Harry (just like today), Dean gave me a Quidditch broom. A freaking broom.Not even a book about Quidditch, which, after I read about it of course, I would give it to Harry. But Harry already has a broom.
I put it in my Head Girl dormitory, wondering about what I should do with it... and then I realized what I should do when it hit me... I should sweep with it! Dean didn't give it to me to ride with, it was to sweep with!
I smiled to myself after I made that conclusion and walked to the Great Hall to tell Dean his gift was wonderful. But when I saw him, he asked me, "So are you going to try out for the Quidditch team, Hermione?"
I stared at him in shock. "What?" So he repeated his question. I was so surprised. So he didn't give it to me to sweep with? "Uh, maybe." He smiled.
"Cool, Hermione!" Dean said and walked away. I kind of just stood there, before I walked back to the dorms, confused with myself, and wondering why I wondered that it was for sweeping.