Chapter 35
Araminta caught up with Hermione outside of the Gryffindor common room. "Hermione, wait up."
Hermione, who had been about to give the password, stopped in her tracks and turned around. Her cinnamon-brown eyes met Araminta's gray-green ones. "What could you possibly want?" she snapped.
"I-I-I," Minta panted. She was out of breath from running up all those stairs after she'd already had a run in her unicorn form on the same day. "I want you to know..."
The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and Harry looked out. "Hermione, come on in. Who is your friend?"
"She's not my friend!" Hermione spat.
"Oh, right. You're the new girl--the transfer from Japan, right?" said Harry. "You can come in too, since you're part Gryffindor."
Minta smiled at her dad--actually, her future boyfriend, she realized--and accepted his offer to come in to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione came in too, huffing and sniffing. "Look, I need to talk to Harry, and it's very important, so I think you should be the one to leave."
"Calm down, Hermione," said Harry. "What are you so worked up about?"
"That girl, the one you're talking to...she--she--argh!" said Hermione. Araminta guessed that no one knew about the secret love between Hermione and Draco.
"I what?" Araminta asked sweetly. She supposed she should love Hermione, since Hermione was her mom, but she also wanted her to suffer a bit longer for never telling her the truth and for being so stuffy all the time.
Finally, Araminta turned to Harry. She wanted to look at his beautiful green eyes, to smooth down his messy black hair, and to tell him the truth: that she was destined for him, and him for her. However, if she didn't clear up this mess with Hermione and her real dad first, there would be no future for them. "I think Hermione means that she's in the mood for a little girl talk, Harry," she said. "Could you leave us alone for a few minutes? I think we should all talk together in fifteen more minutes."
"Sure thing," said Harry. "I'll be in my dormitory if you need anything." He looked at the two girls and then stalked off to his room.
"We need to talk," Araminta said to Hermione. "It's very important."
"Oh no we don't," said Hermione. "A picture paints a thousand words. Do you know what picture I saw tonight? I saw you and my ex-boyfriend on the couch, making out or possibly even having foreplay. Did he tell you that we only just broke up with each other, or did you come up for air long enough to let him tell you? You were certainly sucking face hard enough in the corridor today. I wonder what else you do?"
"No, no, it wasn't like that at all!" cried Araminta, startled. Ew, Draco was her dad. "The kiss was an accident, and we fell asleep on the couch after Draco comforted me--"
Hermione snorted. "So that's what you're calling it nowadays. I don't want to see your ugly face ever again!"
Araminta was fed up. She wasn't ugly or easy like her mom seemed to think. She opened her mouth to reply but Hermione walked into her Head Girl bedroom and slammed the door.
Araminta decided to go to bed and work on her problems in the morning. It would all seem easier after she'd had a good night's sleep.