Chapter Four
It All Comes Together
Millie was trying hard to focus on her task at hand, but that damned Ron Weasley was distracting her. Him and his floppy orange hair and that buff body.
She turned pointedly from the red head to the bushy haired book worm across from her. It had been sinfully easy to get a study date with Hermione. After a heart felt apology for beating her up in second year (She was sorry, especially when Hermione broke her jaw three weeks after the incident) she had hinted that she needed help with arithmancy.
Hermione, being Hermione, had jumped at the chance to help her out, promptly forgetting their differences.
"... and that's how it's done. Pretty cool huh?" Hermione asked.
"Exceedingly," Millie commented dryly, hoping the sarcasm wasn't that noticible.
"So, I have a question that doesn't pertain to Arithmancy..." Millie began. Hermione looked up at her warily.
"How long has Ginny liked Harry?"
Hermione blinked. "Oh, just about forever."
"Oh." Millie said, evasively, knowing Hermione would press.
"Oh? Oh what?"
Millie shrugged, holding back a smile. Seriously, who could withstand Slytherin cunning?
"Well, it's just I know a guy who well... might be interested in her. That is if she ever gets over Harry."
Hermione leaned forward, intrigued. Millie almost laughed at the ease with which she was pulling the Gryffindor in. No one out did a Slytherin.
"Um... any hints?"
Millie wagged a finger at her. "You should know better."
Hermione gave a slight smile. "Fine. You win. But I will find out."
I bet you will, Millie thought, noting the determined look in the brunette's eyes. "Hey, thanks again for this."
Hermione smiled, "No problem. And Ron likes chocolate frogs."
Millie felt her jaw drop as the bushy haired Gryffindor walked away. Maybe Granger wasn't as dense as she seemed.
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Daphne ducked under the table as Hermione Granger strutted past. How was it that she was the only girl in the entire school that Daphne couldn't quite bring herself to flirt shamelessly with?
"Finished?"
Daphne started and glared at Blaise Zabini. "Go to hell Zabini."
He smirked, "Only if you'll join me."
She sent him a fluttering smile. "Sorry, love, Don't swing that way."
Blaise gave a little pout but Daphne knew he wasn't really hurt. He'd get over it.