Title: Social Barriers
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Warnings: N/A
Prompts:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) : 2 Week Drabble Wars (Day Two) : "Don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street." (Sherlock), Character : Hermione Granger
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) : [Writing Club!] The Ultimate Hermione Granger Pairings Challenge : Slash Cross-Gen : Hermione / Helena Ravenclaw
Word Count:
Notes: N/A
Summary: Helena and Hermione have a lot in common.
Hermione Granger hurried down the corridor, hopeless companions in tow. Ron opened his mouth, presumably to pitch in to whatever it was they were discussing but was cut off before he could even begin.
"Ronald. Don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street."
Helena looked up at the bossy tone and chuckled to herself, watching silently as the little group continued their exchange.
The redhead looked confused. "Er, Mione, you know we're not on a street right?"
She sighed irritably. "It still stands. Keep your mouth shut."
"Well you're just charming company aren't you."
Hermione groaned. "Damn! I forgot my textbook in the dormitory. You two carry on, I'll meet you at dinner."
Harry looked like he was about to offer to return to the tower with her but Ron grabbed his arm, dragging him in the direction of the great hall.
Helena moved forwards out of the shadows as the bushy haired girl spun around. Hermione looked around to make sure that the corridor was empty before stepping over to greet the ghost.
"Helena! How have you been?" Hermione grinned at her friend, not for the first time wishing she could hug her, or at least feel her in some way.
"Very well thank you. I thought perhaps we could spend some time in the library."
"Of course! I have about half an hour now; it will be ages before Harry and Ron remember I'm gone." Helena sighed. She disapproved of Hermione's other friends, hated to see how underappreciated the intelligent witch was, but she supposed it was better than having no one.
Minutes later they were sat in an almost empty library, quietly discussing the contents of various books. They had been meeting there for several months, both drawn to each other. Helena watched the younger girl as she worked and admired her dedication to her subjects, the sheer amount of time she spent annotating notes and rewriting essays. Hermione was fascinated by the ghost; by her mystery and beauty. It was an odd relationship, a friendship certainly, but if both were honest they would agree that it was more than friendship that drew them together. They were like kindred spirits, a perfect fit. Perfect except, of course, for the barriers that held them apart.
