Peace steals over you, your brow unfolding,
Like a thief, ready to whisk your cares away.
What Keen burglar, dangling outside your window,
Stuffing troubles and mindings and mishaps in a gurneybag.
Your cares are troublesome things, like cats
Clawing their stubborn way out of the sack.
Well I know you could drink deep of the gray waters
of Lethe that lap at the shores of the Elysian Fields.
Forget every single rope and chain that binds,
every worry, every hope, every pain and every dream.
Enveloped by the gray fog of forgetfulness -
O! How you would rage!
Conjuring goals like Merlin conjured light!
Even forgetfulness would not take you without a fight.
Draco Malfoy hadn't seen Hermione Granger for days. It had seemed like longer, he knew, but... for some reason, she wasn't where she normally was. Not in the Great Hall, not in the Library. Not even watching her friends on the Quiddich pitch. He'd have been a dash more worried, but her two copilots seemed to have disappeared too.
Still, she wouldn't miss Morning meal on a Monday, would she? She never had before (and second - year Draco would have hated to admit he knew that!)... And so it was with a sigh of relief that Draco beheld the most amazing, fantastic, hilarious scene he'd ever seen at Hogwarts.
Way better than Snape disarming their posuer of a professor.
Hermione strode into the Great Hall, eyes blazing and almost daring anyone to confront her. Flanking her came her friends, looking both abashed and like they wanted to hide behind Granger (or just jump into the nearest Dumpster. Did Potter not own a comb?). They were all wearing the most atrocious buttons. Mint green and Royal Purple - and they said SPEW. Or, Draco thought, they actually wanted to say, S.P.E.W. ... but, Draco knew just as well as Pansy (who was smirking malevolently) that it was never going to work like that.
The question dug at him, though, what was she up to? Draco Malfoy wanted to compromise, to bend, to ask her, even to demand. Anything so he'd know what was going on.
[a/n: Manic Monday! And yes, Draco should find it hilarious. Are you really surprised that in the middle of enjoying a scene, Draco breaks out to contemplate whether Potter owns a comb? I swear he's not gay (in this stoy)]