Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. My name is not J.K. Rowling. There is nothing I can do to change that. Stop hurting my feelings.
A/n: Okay, well. This was going to be posted last night, but decided they hated me. But it's all cool now, we're friends again. :)
Susan Bones! Well, this is much more dialogue based, and not so much about Susan, than the moment she sort of... eavesdrops on. A little different style, I suppose.
I realize that the verb tenses seem to change per chapter, now. I know I need to just find one that works, but I'm not sure what that'll be. Most likely, they'll all just change, and hopefully that's not a major flaw, and doesn't confuse anyone.
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Susan Bones;
I liked the fresh air. I liked the breeze at six in the morning on a Saturday, when everyone else in the castle was asleep. I liked going and sitting in the owlery and watching the daybreak, and writing to my parents. It was peaceful in the morning.
And that was what I was planning on doing that Saturday morning in April. It was a typical day. Perfectly normal, in my mind. Until I reached the stairs leading to the owlery.
I could hear them from the bottom.
"What are you doing up at six in the morning Mudblood? Planning on hiding in the library, seeing as you have no friends?"
"How very witty of you, Ferret. Insult me about having no friends, when we're both perfectly aware that I do. If anyone's lacking in that department, that would be you. And, I have no reason to tell you why I'm up, as I could ask you the same question."
I rolled my eyes. They were at it again.
Transfiguration on Thursday had been brutal. I used to think that Harry and Ron had the biggest problem with Malfoy. Until about three months ago, and then, out of nowhere, him and Hermione were in constant screaming matches. They never got in trouble and never got caught. But they were positively lethal when angry. And their arguments never ceased.
They'd never hated each other more.
I continued up the stairs, until I was halfway up, and just flopped down. There was no point in entering the owlery while it was in the middle of a war-zone. I liked my head being attached to my body, so I remained where I was.
"Ah, a letter, Granger? Who's it for? Weasley, telling him how much you love him?"
"Oh, no, Malfoy. It's this charming secret admirer I have, you see. We're having a kind of literary affair." I could almost see Hermione rolling her eyes.
"Is that so?" Surprisingly, his voice was serious, and almost dangerous. My brow crinkled. This didn't seem so typical.
"Mhm. You know, he just seems to get me. He's just so poetic and dreamy. We're going to meet soon. He's afraid he won't be good enough for me, silly boy. I happen to know he's just wonderful."
My eyes widened. She sounded… almost… teasing?
And then, I very nearly jumped. Draco Malfoy just… growled. At Hermione Granger.
"Wonderful, huh?" he asked, his voice sounding sulky and angry.
There was a silence, for a moment. And then, surprisingly, Hermione laughed.
"Oh, Draco, honestly. You get jealous so easily. I'm writing to my parents."
"Yeah, well." He sighed. "I just get so sick of hiding it, you know?"
She let out a deep breath. "Me too. But I think there's hardly another choice. Although…" I could hear the smirk in her voice. "I hardly think it's necessary to act this way when we're alone in the owlery. There's nobody here Draco. It's a little excessive, don't you think?"
He laughed, a deep, husky sound. "Maybe."
And then… My eyes widened even further, as I peeked my head around the spiral staircase, to get a glimpse of the open room at the top. My jaw dropped.
I turned around the spiral again, collapsing onto the step. They were snogging. They were snogging.
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, who hated each other more than anything, were snogging.
Well, I thought to myself. I guess I'm going to have to stop coming to the owlery early on Saturdays.