Christmas Break:
Gryffindor Common Room
"Hey Moine, what are your plans for Christmas break?" Ron asked, while trying to catch up with her and Harry in the corridor.
"Wasn't Snape gonna make you clean all the Quidditch trophies?" Harry asked Ron.
"Well yeah, but I talked him into letting me do it after supper, that way I have more time clean the damn things. Anyways, Moine- what are your plans for Christmas break?" Ron asked Hermione, smiling.
"Why Ron, you got any special plans for me and Harry?"
"Um... well, Mum was kind of wondering if you two could spend the Christmas break with us since it's only me and Ginny. You know, you could sort of fill Fred and George's spots, Mum and Dad would really appreciate it, especially Mum."
"Well, I have no plans, how bout' you Moine?" Harry asked Hermione. Hermione was vaguely listening to Harry and Ron blabber on about Christmas plan's, she was too busy thinking about that night in the corridor with Draco, and how strange he seemed to act.
There had been something about him that night that made Hermione remember something, something in her childhood that just didn't seem to be there.
Whenever she would try to reach out and grab whatever it was that brought her back to a cold, dark room, little shards of cold shivers would seem to run through her spine and her heart would skip a beat, as if there had been something deep inside her the told her this was something too emotional for her to handle, "something that she, a know-it-all mudblood, couldn't possibly handle," her inner Draco. She smirked at this.
"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, "Have you listened to a single bloody word that I've said to you?"
Hermione jumped out of the familiar faze that always seemed to trance her when she thought deeply.
"Ron, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you, well- I wasn't actually ignoring you, I just..."
"You were just thinking about boys and blah, blah, we know Hermione," Ron laughed out the side of his mouth.
"I saw you smirk Moine, Ole Ron knows when Moine's thinkin' nasty thoughts," Ron said in a pouty lipped voice.
"I WAS NOT RON, thank you very much. And for your information, I do not THINK about boys, and I don't think nasty thoughts! If I did my grades would be as bad as yours," Hermione stated, crossing her arms.
"Oh- sorry Hermione, I was only kidding, can't I do that? I'm one of your best friends that means I can. Anyways, what're you doin' about Christmas break?"
"Oh, my parents and I were going to Egypt and see the pyramids, enjoy the sites, take a look at the Cairo Library. I hear they have a brilliant book collection, about 2,500,000 books!"
"Wow, oh, well... if your parents end up leaving you for the Holidays, and they somehow play the loners this Christmas you're always welcome at our house for Christmas." At this Ron's ears turned a bright shade of red.
"Thank you Ron, I'll keep that in mind."
Gryffindor Common Room
"Hey Moine, what are your plans for Christmas break?" Ron asked, while trying to catch up with her and Harry in the corridor.
"Wasn't Snape gonna make you clean all the Quidditch trophies?" Harry asked Ron.
"Well yeah, but I talked him into letting me do it after supper, that way I have more time clean the damn things. Anyways, Moine- what are your plans for Christmas break?" Ron asked Hermione, smiling.
"Why Ron, you got any special plans for me and Harry?"
"Um... well, Mum was kind of wondering if you two could spend the Christmas break with us since it's only me and Ginny. You know, you could sort of fill Fred and George's spots, Mum and Dad would really appreciate it, especially Mum."
"Well, I have no plans, how bout' you Moine?" Harry asked Hermione. Hermione was vaguely listening to Harry and Ron blabber on about Christmas plan's, she was too busy thinking about that night in the corridor with Draco, and how strange he seemed to act.
There had been something about him that night that made Hermione remember something, something in her childhood that just didn't seem to be there.
Whenever she would try to reach out and grab whatever it was that brought her back to a cold, dark room, little shards of cold shivers would seem to run through her spine and her heart would skip a beat, as if there had been something deep inside her the told her this was something too emotional for her to handle, "something that she, a know-it-all mudblood, couldn't possibly handle," her inner Draco. She smirked at this.
"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, "Have you listened to a single bloody word that I've said to you?"
Hermione jumped out of the familiar faze that always seemed to trance her when she thought deeply.
"Ron, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you, well- I wasn't actually ignoring you, I just..."
"You were just thinking about boys and blah, blah, we know Hermione," Ron laughed out the side of his mouth.
"I saw you smirk Moine, Ole Ron knows when Moine's thinkin' nasty thoughts," Ron said in a pouty lipped voice.
"I WAS NOT RON, thank you very much. And for your information, I do not THINK about boys, and I don't think nasty thoughts! If I did my grades would be as bad as yours," Hermione stated, crossing her arms.
"Oh- sorry Hermione, I was only kidding, can't I do that? I'm one of your best friends that means I can. Anyways, what're you doin' about Christmas break?"
"Oh, my parents and I were going to Egypt and see the pyramids, enjoy the sites, take a look at the Cairo Library. I hear they have a brilliant book collection, about 2,500,000 books!"
"Wow, oh, well... if your parents end up leaving you for the Holidays, and they somehow play the loners this Christmas you're always welcome at our house for Christmas." At this Ron's ears turned a bright shade of red.
"Thank you Ron, I'll keep that in mind."