Disclaimer: Do I look like I have several thousand pounds in my purse? I bloody do not! If I were, in any way possible, J. K. Rowling, do you think I would even worry about money? No, in fact, this is an attempt at trying to amuse myself and relieve the terrible boredom I'm suffering.
Feature: Male!Know-It-All (Hermione Granger turned into Hermes Granger) and Scarhead (Harry Potter as himself), both are proudly wearing Ravenclaw colours.
Drabble HP/DLG/A-0002:
"...the spell, Harry. Harry! Are you even listening to me?" Hermes snapped at his distracted friend. He huffed indignantly. "Honestly I am trying to help you out here- and you're not even noticing my existence!"
Harry still had the gall to ignore him. Hermes repressed the urge to messily and bloodily murder his friend in favour of trying to figure what had magically enthralled Harry so. He followed Harry's eyes to the Slytherin's table. Probably some pretty ladies caught Harry's eyes. Nothing to worry abou-
Wait, the Slytherin's table?!
Merlin helps them all. Harry was planning a prank again. On Slytherin nonetheless. He shuddered to think of their Slytherin Empress's retribution to Harry's last prank. It hadn't been pleasant would be quite an understatement. If Harry did something singularly imbecilic again, he would have to distance himself from the fool to avoid the backlash.
He turned a helpless eyes toward Pansy, who was currently sitting next to the aforementioned dreaded Empress - Delia Malfoy. Pansy smirked at him and then covertly flick her eyes at Malfoy, who was stabbing her toast viciously as if it had offended her in some unmentionable ways instead of normally covering it with butter and jam.
There was a mystery and Hermes did not like mysteries at all. He frowned at Harry, as if frowning at Harry would solve every single mystery in his life. He quickly looked back at Pansy and tapped his index finger to his cheek. They had much to discuss at length.
