Disclaimer:….. J this story is in many languages, originally in Spanish. I'd wrote it in different languages.
Sometimes Life Surprise Us
May be it has never occurred to you that you get up one day feeling lightly different? And you can't say exactly what has changed?
Well, the thing is that it happened to me. One day I got up as any other day in Hogwarts. All the other girls were still sleeping. I took advantage of the time so I took a quick bath and I dressed myself and since at that hour the library was surely open, I went.
The corridors were still dark, the shades seemed that they were watching you . Well it was still early, it was a half past six in the morning, my habitual hour of waking up. But today was different. I got up a quarter to five.
I entered to the library and greeted Madame Pince. "Good morning Madame Pince."
"Good morning. Miss Granger. Why are you awake at this hours? It is still very early."
"I know it but like you see, I got up more earlier than usual so I came to take advantage of my time."
I walked towards the enormous shelves full of books and I began to look for something different than the usual thing, not knowing what was what I wanted. I didn't simply want to read the same text as usually, although it was interesting in my opinion, ' Hogwarts: a History'. Anyway I had already read it a hundred of times. I knew it by heart.
"What's this?"
I had found a book that was titled. ' The Witch Who Loved the Dragon''
" 'Le Magicien Qui Aimait Le Dragon', did your boyfriends leave you and now you lean for the romantic histories with tragic endings, mudblood?" A voice that dragged the words spoke.
There was not doubt for Hermione; it was none other than Draco Malfoy. Hermione could feel an icy air that collided abruptly at the back of her neck.
" What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione said obviously exasperated at the presence of the conceited Death Eater's son while she turned around completely to face him.
She felt very uncomfortable with the boy's vicinity, since his face was merely 5 inches apart from hers.
" What are you doing, reading 'Die Hexe, Die Den Drachen ' liebte,?"
Watching Hermione's face of incomprehension, Malfoy gave a mocking giggle, those that were already very typical in him.
" 'Le Magicien Qui Aimait Le Dragon';'Die Hexe, Die Den Drachen' liebte;' La Strega Che Amò Il Dragone ','A Bruxa Que Amou O Dragão ';'La Bruja Que Amó Al Dragón'?"
"Good for you if you know more languages apart from the native one, but you know what?, I don't care."
"I thought that at least you knew more than one. You will be a good witch since you only are a Know-it-all, but apart from your efforts to demonstrate that you deserve to be here you should learn something more."
"I think that it doesn't concerns you." Hermione said while she abruptly avoid him and she sat down in the nearest table.
"You still haven't answered my first question." hurried Malfoy to catch her.
"The one of why I read this?" Hermione said lifting the book.
"Yes."
"I am killing time." it was the nearest thing to the true since neither herself knew why she had chosen that book among the thousands that were in the library. There was something strange with the book: it had a strange magnetism, but most of all, that Malfoy was so interested on it.
"Can I know why you are so interested in this book?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing especial." He responded with his usual drawl and he turned towards another shelf to continue with his search, the one that in first place had brought him to the library so early.
Hermione acknowledge that this was the first time that she had a conversation more or less civilized with Malfoy in the last five years.
Hermione opened the book that had a thick cover of black velvet and silver letters. The writer was Morgana LaFey, and was of French origin. What beautiful cover the book had.
It should be for that reason that the small ferret said first the title of the book in French.
To have how it begins...
Her hands joined in his head grabbing his blonde…
"Hey Granger, at what part are you?" Malfoy asked.
"Thanks to you, I haven't finished the 1st sentence."
He smiled, satisfied with himself at bothering her and continued looking for books, placing them over a near table.
Her hands joined in his head grabbing his blonde hair. She could feel his lukewarm lips on hers, his kisses every time taking her more and more far from the reality like she was falling in a dream, while her grasp continue in his hair. His hands traveling her back, suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and he separated their bodies momentarily. She looked at his beautiful gray eyes, those which had silver sparks, the same as his blond hair had a silver shine. He did a strong tug to the dress that she was using, tearing it and lowering it a little until the level of her shoulders and then it slipped to the floor. She breathed deeply before clenching him strongly by his neck and pulled him towards her to kiss him.
And suddenly...
She only raised her gaze and saw the typical wooden roof. She got up slowly ,still stunned by the dream rose and she looked out of the window. It was dawn.
'What was that?' She asked herself; she had never had a dream of such nature in her life. She simply dressed in her white dress and long blue apron. She disposed to leave her room.
Sabine Junot was near turning 17 years old, and was a beautiful mademoiselle of long brown and 'crepú' (frizzy / spongy) hair and honey colored eyes. She li-
"Hey, mudblood, it's already hour for breakfast."
" Be quiet Malfoy!" Hermione screamed irritated, she hated the nickname that he had put her. She got up and she left the book in the shelf where she had found it, in the 'Others' category since it wasn't a book related with any class.
Draco Malfoy had already retired of the library walking in his usual catlike grace. Then, Hermione lifted her backpack and went outside of the library towards the Gryffindor tower. She was looking for Harry and Ron to go to breakfast as always since her 1st year.
"Hermione, where were you?" Ron asked her hastily.
"We were looking for you for about five minutes, you had us concerned." Harry added
"You didn't have anything to worry about, I only got up early and went to the library for a while."
Ron smiled "See Harry, I told you that we didn't have anything to worry about and that she surely was in the library reading ' Hogwarts: a history'"
Harry smiled "But you were the one that said that-"
"That no longer has importance." Ron interrupted him, his ear turned to a some shade of pink "Let's go to the Great Hall or we'll lose breakfast."
"Ok ." Harry and Hermione said at the same time while they began to go towards the stairs. It took them some minutes to arrive but finally they made it and went quickly to their habitual place.
Harry and Ron were in front of Hermione and at her side, Ginny had sat down.
"Good morning" the shy redhead said to the three of them, timidly.
"How're you Ginny?" Hermione said happily.
"Fine, thanks" Ginny said, at the same time the goblets and plates were being filled with food, since Dumbledore had just sat down.
"Hrow yummy rits tis." Ron said with the mouth full with bacon while he ate ravenously.
"Ron!" Harry said joking, "You're going to make me lose my appetite."
Hermione laughed and she began to cut her scrambled eggs. She lifted her face still smiling and without intention she looked directly towards the Slytherin table, at the same time Malfoy lifted his gaze. Their eyes met, colliding and he gave a quick smile before returning his attention to Goyle.
That's strange. In fact today is a not very usual day, but at the same time is in the range of normality. As I told you before, haven't you had one of those days where everything is the same but you feel lightly different?
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