The next Saturday morning the castle was abuzz. A trip to Hogsmeade was to
be allowed that day, and the halls were filled with senior students who had
changed into muggle clothes for the weekend. As Ron, Harry, Ginny and
Hermione finished up breakfast, a loud magnified voice echoed through the
castle.
"Students who are not going home for Christmas are to come to a meeting in the Great Hall ten minutes before dinner."
Hermione, dressed in a black skirt and a grey off the shoulder top, listened carefully and turned to the others.
"I suppose a lot of students are staying here these holidays because of that magic summit in Canada. Funny," She grinned slightly, "My parents are in Australia for an International Dentist's Conference. I'll be staying too." Hermione was still quite mad at Ron, but she showed some signs of recovery. Colour had returned to her cheeks, and she actually laughed at a few of Ginny's jokes.
*
In Hogsmeade, Ginny lead to the way to Honeydukes. It was already crowded with Hogwarts students making purchases for Christmas. As she picked up a jar filled with small red candy hearts, Hermione heard a familiar voice. She looked up, and that was when she saw him. As usual, he was flanked by his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she watched him move through the shop with cat-like grace. His silvery blonde hair was still wet from his morning shower, and he flicked it out of his eyes. He seemed disinterested in everything, unlike his companions, who sampled everything available.
"Come on guys let's go." Hermione muttered, not taking her eyes off Draco's face. His black pants and shirt were a contrast against his pale skin and icy blonde hair. Feeling quite light-headed and with legs like jello, she followed the others to the Three Broomsticks.
*
The Three Broomsticks was not as a full as expected. Several groups from Hogwarts were loudly chattering away, and a few of the town's people were gossiping at a large table in the corner. One lady could be heard saying how Paris would have been good for Christmas if there weren't so many Muggles. After ordering four butterbeers, the group took a table next to the window. Hermione still couldn't get her mind off Draco, and the way he had looked in Honeydukes. Wrapping her hands around her mug, Hermione forced a laugh at Ron's imitation of Snape.
Afterwards, as they made their way back to Hogwarts, Hermione felt eyes watching her. Then she scolded herself.
"Get a grip woman. He's probably off with Pansy Puggy Parkinson. Wishful thinking won't get you anywhere..." She hurried to catch up with the others.
*
Draco could have sworn she'd started to turn in his direction. But, he swallowed hard and turned away.
"She probably won't talk to you until the next millennium. Maybe I should er...move on. Wait, who am I fooling? I love her!" He realised he'd said the last part out loud. Several amused faces looked at him, and an old woman nearby muttered something about public displays of foolish affections. Draco sighed and leaned back against a brick wall, wanting the day to pass by quicker. Gods, didn't Crabbe and Goyle EVER stop eating?? Maybe someone should tell them they look like two tubby trolls. Draco snickered at the thought. Perhaps his wicked sense of humour was the only thing that could keep him sane.
"Draco, there you are! Care for a sweetums-pop?" The annoying scantily clothed Pansy Parkinson waved a scarlet lollipop in his face. Draco winced but didn't reply. He had a sudden urge to slap her fiercely. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he would be sent mad by the end of the day.
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"Students who are not going home for Christmas are to come to a meeting in the Great Hall ten minutes before dinner."
Hermione, dressed in a black skirt and a grey off the shoulder top, listened carefully and turned to the others.
"I suppose a lot of students are staying here these holidays because of that magic summit in Canada. Funny," She grinned slightly, "My parents are in Australia for an International Dentist's Conference. I'll be staying too." Hermione was still quite mad at Ron, but she showed some signs of recovery. Colour had returned to her cheeks, and she actually laughed at a few of Ginny's jokes.
*
In Hogsmeade, Ginny lead to the way to Honeydukes. It was already crowded with Hogwarts students making purchases for Christmas. As she picked up a jar filled with small red candy hearts, Hermione heard a familiar voice. She looked up, and that was when she saw him. As usual, he was flanked by his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she watched him move through the shop with cat-like grace. His silvery blonde hair was still wet from his morning shower, and he flicked it out of his eyes. He seemed disinterested in everything, unlike his companions, who sampled everything available.
"Come on guys let's go." Hermione muttered, not taking her eyes off Draco's face. His black pants and shirt were a contrast against his pale skin and icy blonde hair. Feeling quite light-headed and with legs like jello, she followed the others to the Three Broomsticks.
*
The Three Broomsticks was not as a full as expected. Several groups from Hogwarts were loudly chattering away, and a few of the town's people were gossiping at a large table in the corner. One lady could be heard saying how Paris would have been good for Christmas if there weren't so many Muggles. After ordering four butterbeers, the group took a table next to the window. Hermione still couldn't get her mind off Draco, and the way he had looked in Honeydukes. Wrapping her hands around her mug, Hermione forced a laugh at Ron's imitation of Snape.
Afterwards, as they made their way back to Hogwarts, Hermione felt eyes watching her. Then she scolded herself.
"Get a grip woman. He's probably off with Pansy Puggy Parkinson. Wishful thinking won't get you anywhere..." She hurried to catch up with the others.
*
Draco could have sworn she'd started to turn in his direction. But, he swallowed hard and turned away.
"She probably won't talk to you until the next millennium. Maybe I should er...move on. Wait, who am I fooling? I love her!" He realised he'd said the last part out loud. Several amused faces looked at him, and an old woman nearby muttered something about public displays of foolish affections. Draco sighed and leaned back against a brick wall, wanting the day to pass by quicker. Gods, didn't Crabbe and Goyle EVER stop eating?? Maybe someone should tell them they look like two tubby trolls. Draco snickered at the thought. Perhaps his wicked sense of humour was the only thing that could keep him sane.
"Draco, there you are! Care for a sweetums-pop?" The annoying scantily clothed Pansy Parkinson waved a scarlet lollipop in his face. Draco winced but didn't reply. He had a sudden urge to slap her fiercely. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he would be sent mad by the end of the day.
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