Stop the Drama
I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling (duh).
Chapter Twelve
The trio ate a quick breakfast and tried to ignore the watchful eyes of their fellow classmates. Hermione and Harry were beginning to think that Malfoy was not going to come and bother the, but their fears were realized when he approached the Gryffindor Table.
Malfoy's eyes weren't how they normally look, meaning cold and lifeless. His eyes looked completely different, with hints of water and immense hate.
Hermione could feel his eyes slicing through her back and she tried to ignore it. She wouldn't look at him, because he would just make some comment about Harry and her murdering her parents.
Harry turned around and looked Malfoy in those different, new eyes of his. Harry reached over for the copy of the Daily Prophet and threw it at Malfoy's feet. He didn't want any questions asked. The whole truth was in the paper (for once).
Malfoy glanced down slightly at the paper. He kicked it off his foot and walked roughly back to his table. Harry let his shoulders and fists relax and he turned back to his breakfast.
"I wonder why Malfoy came over here." Hermione thought out loud. "He didn't say anything."
Ron looked at Hermione surprised. "What did you want him to start a fight with us. You two don't need another detention you know."
Hermione nodded her elegant head, her hair almost hitting Harry in the face. Hermione pretended not to notice and began to pick at her breakfast.
"Are either of you trying out for the drama production this year?" Hermione asked, helplessly trying to steer the subject of Malfoy and the silence away.
Harry and Ron both shook their heads. "We could do it, but we would be really busy with Quidditch and stuff." Harry said, trying to find an excuse. "Besides I am captain this year and I have to train a couple new players."
Hermione laughed out at Harry, glad to actually feeling happy. They finished their breakfast (finally) and walked out towards the lake.
Despite being September, the air was almost as warm as a summer's day. The trio sat by a huge tree by the lake and watched the giant squid bathing himself on the other side.
They each peeled of their robes and rolled up the long sleeves of the shirts they were required to wear.
"Let's wade." Harry suggested, taking off his shoes and socks.
Ron followed in suit and motioned for Hermione to do the same. Hermione thought about it momentarily.
"Why not." she said, almost not agreeing to.
With their shoes and socks off and their pant legs rolled up (well, in Harry and Ron's case) they ran towards the lake. They splashed in the water and kicked small amounts in the air.
When they had calmed down from the initial excitement, Harry and Hermione glanced over at each other. They both grinned and headed towards Ron.
Ron tried to stop them by flailing his arms around but it was not use. Hermione and Harry pushed him all the way into the water, soaking him from head to toe.
Ron sat up in the water, grinning from ear to ear. "You guys really should join me. It is nice down here."
Hermione shook her head in protest, but Harry ignored her. He picked her up and dropped her in the water. Because of her resistance he fell beside her into the water.
They then began splashing each other, laughing the whole time.
The morning was swallowed up quickly. Before the trio was even out of the clear lake water, it was time for lunch.
Not wanting to take forever eating their lunch like they did their breakfast, the trio sat down quickly and ate.
After their very fast meal, the trio went back to the common room. It was empty. Everybody was either outside or in the Great Hall still eating.
"Chess anyone?" Ron asked, motioning to his chess set already lying on one of the tables. Hermione shook her head and reached for one of her many books to read it for the eightieth time.
"I'll play." Harry said, preparing himself to lose.
With Harry and Ron concentrating on playing chess and Hermione reading her book, the room was almost silent. The fire crackled merrily, not making the room too hot or letting it become too cold.
Hermione snuggled closer into the squashy armchair. Completely absorbed into her book. She had forgotten about Malfoy's dad and her detention later that night with Snape. For the first time in awhile, she was carefree and unworried.
YAY! This one isn't a cliffhanger. Is that a good or bad thing? Please! Speak to me. Anyway, I promise you that the play stuff will start soon. You just have to be patient.
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