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Thank you to my two darling reviewers! Please keep them coming, I need constructive criticism! I crave it! Odd, aren't I . . .
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"'Mione?" Harry waved his eyes in front of Hermione's glazed eyes. "Helloooooo!"
Hermione's head jerked upwards making Harry jump. It looked like she was about to bite his hand off. She couldn't remember for the life of her what she'd been thinking about. (A/N: I do this a lot, its bloomin annoying!)
"Where were you? You were sitting there staring into space for ages!" Ron was sitting in front of Hermione and looking at her in a very strange way.
"Oh, I was just thinking about, um, home."
"Sure you were, 'Mione" Harry and Hermione turned round to see Pavrati leaning on their chairs. She said in a very audible whisper to Harry "It's a boy. Trust me, I know that look!"
Hermione blushed and suddenly became very interested in her scrambled eggs, wondering which boy. Her head snapped up as she heard a slow, lazy, drawling voice behind her.
"A boy? Oh perlease! Old mudblood has no chance with any boy."
"Shut it, Malfoy." Ron snarled, hand reaching for his wand.
"Make me, Ginger. The boy is probably you!" he gave Ron a dirty look that made Ron go bright red. Malfoy looked at Hermione. "Really, even you can do better than Weasley. At least your not a hand-me-down from his brothers." Casting a look at Ron's used robes Malfoy turned on his heels and sauntered off with Crabbe and Goyle snickering at his heals like over sized puppies.
Hermione sighed as she watched him take a seat at the Slytherin table, she felt a jolt as he looked into her eyes for a moment and then she thought about why she had sighed. Was she fed up of him or did she . . . No, she wouldn't think about it. Ron and Harry went back to talking about Quidditch again while she sank down in her chair. Why did he always have to be so nasty? God, she'd never done anything to him to start off with! Snape's cold, black eyes were focused on her and it was very scary. He had been paying a lot of attention to her recently and actually complimented her work in potions. Harry had almost fallen off his stool in amazement! Once again, Harry snapped her out of her thinking.
"Have you heard about the swapping, 'Mione?"
"No, what is it?"
"Well, Dumbledore is swapping around some people in their houses if the sorting hat thinks they are better off elsewhere."
Ron and Hermione gasped.
"Well," he continued, "It's obvious that Jack Shanta belongs in Slytherin." The trio looked over to the Ravenclaw table where a black haired, narrow black eyes and a constant sour expression. He was one of Snape's few favourites in another house. Speaking of Snape he was now staring at Draco, Hermione noticed. They suddenly flickered back to her and she felt a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Hmm," Hermione said softly to herself, "Jack would be quite handsome if he smiled once in a while and got some sleep but of course not as handsome as Dra-Viktor." She finished hurriedly and her mouth dropped. She got up and sprinted to the common room.
Thank you to my two darling reviewers! Please keep them coming, I need constructive criticism! I crave it! Odd, aren't I . . .
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"'Mione?" Harry waved his eyes in front of Hermione's glazed eyes. "Helloooooo!"
Hermione's head jerked upwards making Harry jump. It looked like she was about to bite his hand off. She couldn't remember for the life of her what she'd been thinking about. (A/N: I do this a lot, its bloomin annoying!)
"Where were you? You were sitting there staring into space for ages!" Ron was sitting in front of Hermione and looking at her in a very strange way.
"Oh, I was just thinking about, um, home."
"Sure you were, 'Mione" Harry and Hermione turned round to see Pavrati leaning on their chairs. She said in a very audible whisper to Harry "It's a boy. Trust me, I know that look!"
Hermione blushed and suddenly became very interested in her scrambled eggs, wondering which boy. Her head snapped up as she heard a slow, lazy, drawling voice behind her.
"A boy? Oh perlease! Old mudblood has no chance with any boy."
"Shut it, Malfoy." Ron snarled, hand reaching for his wand.
"Make me, Ginger. The boy is probably you!" he gave Ron a dirty look that made Ron go bright red. Malfoy looked at Hermione. "Really, even you can do better than Weasley. At least your not a hand-me-down from his brothers." Casting a look at Ron's used robes Malfoy turned on his heels and sauntered off with Crabbe and Goyle snickering at his heals like over sized puppies.
Hermione sighed as she watched him take a seat at the Slytherin table, she felt a jolt as he looked into her eyes for a moment and then she thought about why she had sighed. Was she fed up of him or did she . . . No, she wouldn't think about it. Ron and Harry went back to talking about Quidditch again while she sank down in her chair. Why did he always have to be so nasty? God, she'd never done anything to him to start off with! Snape's cold, black eyes were focused on her and it was very scary. He had been paying a lot of attention to her recently and actually complimented her work in potions. Harry had almost fallen off his stool in amazement! Once again, Harry snapped her out of her thinking.
"Have you heard about the swapping, 'Mione?"
"No, what is it?"
"Well, Dumbledore is swapping around some people in their houses if the sorting hat thinks they are better off elsewhere."
Ron and Hermione gasped.
"Well," he continued, "It's obvious that Jack Shanta belongs in Slytherin." The trio looked over to the Ravenclaw table where a black haired, narrow black eyes and a constant sour expression. He was one of Snape's few favourites in another house. Speaking of Snape he was now staring at Draco, Hermione noticed. They suddenly flickered back to her and she felt a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Hmm," Hermione said softly to herself, "Jack would be quite handsome if he smiled once in a while and got some sleep but of course not as handsome as Dra-Viktor." She finished hurriedly and her mouth dropped. She got up and sprinted to the common room.
