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Chapter Eleven: Kaleidoscope

She honestly hadn't meant to follow, but something in Snape's tone and Malfoy's face compelled her to.

Creeping around the castle wasn't easy when wearing high heels and a dress. Soon, she gave up; her trail, which was the sound of their shoes on the stone floor, disappeared.

She'd been hoping to hear even a sliver of their conversation, but no such luck. Sighing, she continued on the corridor, deciding to take the shortcut behind the banister.

She stopped when she reached an open classroom. Broken glass littered the floor, creating a riot of colours on the grey stone. Cold wind blew in from the broken stained-glass window.

She knew without a doubt who had caused it.

Hermione wondered why Draco Malfoy was livid.

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AN:

WARNING: This story is like an abstract painting; there are patterns that don't seem to make sense, and overall the painting doesn't seem to be a picture, but there is a story in the art.

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