For the Dribble Drabble thread.
Zacharias & Hannah. Stardust.
Hannah didn't know what made her do it, but so very often she found herself staring at Zacharias. It had crept upon her slowly, without notice, because days and months and years before she had never even deigned to send him a look, the boy with the snide remarks and overall un-Hufflepuff-y behavior. She really didn't like him.
But then another day came, and it was as if she had always thought Zacharias had hair that resembled stardust, and that his smirks were only him hiding something, that he really was this vulnerable, lonely boy and not the snobby one everyone else claimed him to be.
And she felt as if it was a mission for her; she had to help him through that, help him find himself and heal. She knew that was what she was meant to do, so she began flashing him smiles and show that she was there, that she cared.
A few days later, she was back to disliking Zacharias—or not really, because now she hated him so much she almost scared herself. And she really didn't want to think of what it was that made her feel so, thank you very much.