Hermione Jean Granger was absolutely furious. She was seething, enraged, fuming, and above all dejected. How could Ron- or Won-won as his newfound girlfriend called him- not understand? For Merlin's sake, she may not be the best at emotions but she tried to get into that thick skull of his. Now, all because of him, she was sitting in her seluded spot as if she was some girly teen that had been pinning away for years! Her hair could be mistaken for a birds nest, and her cheeks were shiny from the tears that trickled down only minutes ago.
Draco saw that. He was trying to understand where the quiet stiffled sobs were coming from, so he followed the dreadful sound to, well, here. He was shocked when he saw the supposed smartest which in the school with her head burried in her knees, as she mumbled to herself.
'Oi, Granger. Could you keep it down?' he called. That was the wrong thing to say 'Malfoy' she snarled 'You boys are so, so stupid! Can't you see that I'm positively miserable? Would it kill you to leave me in peace?..' her voice only grew louder and louder, and Draco was begaining to back away as she rose from her seating position. She continued rambling and he finally said shouted 'Honestly! I get it'.
Hermione suddenly, softly, said 'Would you like to know what I was thinking?' Bemused at the turn of events, Draco stared at her. 'I was thinking of the perfect spell to hex you with- Avis!'
Flocks of birds that had been summound by Hermione bolted towards Draco and immediatly pecked at him. He ran away, and in those moments he concluded that Hermione was indeed a crazy muggle-born witch. The young griffindor had brightened as her creations attacked her offender, and she sank back down to the floor.
Unknow to the two seventeen year olds was that they had an observer. Dumbledore peered at them before whispering 'well this certainly changes things Fawkes. Perhaphs for the greater good.' He settled back on his chair and again spoke 'Oh to be young again. So much potential in them both. And yet, poor Draco'
Draco saw that. He was trying to understand where the quiet stiffled sobs were coming from, so he followed the dreadful sound to, well, here. He was shocked when he saw the supposed smartest which in the school with her head burried in her knees, as she mumbled to herself.
'Oi, Granger. Could you keep it down?' he called. That was the wrong thing to say 'Malfoy' she snarled 'You boys are so, so stupid! Can't you see that I'm positively miserable? Would it kill you to leave me in peace?..' her voice only grew louder and louder, and Draco was begaining to back away as she rose from her seating position. She continued rambling and he finally said shouted 'Honestly! I get it'.
Hermione suddenly, softly, said 'Would you like to know what I was thinking?' Bemused at the turn of events, Draco stared at her. 'I was thinking of the perfect spell to hex you with- Avis!'
Flocks of birds that had been summound by Hermione bolted towards Draco and immediatly pecked at him. He ran away, and in those moments he concluded that Hermione was indeed a crazy muggle-born witch. The young griffindor had brightened as her creations attacked her offender, and she sank back down to the floor.
Unknow to the two seventeen year olds was that they had an observer. Dumbledore peered at them before whispering 'well this certainly changes things Fawkes. Perhaphs for the greater good.' He settled back on his chair and again spoke 'Oh to be young again. So much potential in them both. And yet, poor Draco'
