So who was in the wrong now? Hermione still couldn't decide when she walked into the Three Broomsticks to have a butterbeer. Thank God there wasn't anyone she knew in there. She sat down, ordered with a smile, and then sipped. Why did Draco react so overly to what she said? Was it something to do with his past, or was he just embarrassed at such a personal question? Meanwhile, Draco sat on the entrance steps, scowling. What was her problem? Of course he wasn't going to stand up to her, she'd pissed him off for Merlin's sake. And it's not like they were best buds, was it? She was so infuriating sometimes. He sat back with a sigh. Of all things to happen, they just had to fall out. The whole point of this trip was to try and get along. Hermione glanced around, and realized how bored she was. Sure, she was still pretty miffed at Draco. But was she actually going to let this get to her? She swirled the last drops of Butterbeer around the stained glass before tipping it down her mouth, not really tasting it. She walked out, determined to try and clear her mind. Draco stood up, and surveyed the area. Had Hermione apparated back? He shook his head, and decided to go for a walk. He glanced at the shops, and almost smiled when he saw Flourish and Blotts, almost imagining Hermione rushing into the store, with no regard to any other customers. His mind snapped back to when Hermione was walking away, leaving him with Tulip and Natalie. Rather than putting him in a sour mood, it made him contemplate how quick Hermione was to love and hate. On paper, she was the perfect student, the perfect friend. But if you met her in person... Draco smiled, shaking his head. Hermione sat with a huff on a tree stump. She had cooled down relatively quickly, rather than holding a giant grudge and not showing she was angry. Now she was annoyed, maybe even at herself, for ruining the day out. What was she supposed to do now? Look for Draco? She leaned back on her hands, and checked her watch. It had been around half an hour since their little fall out. Hermione sighed, watching her breath swirl into the air. Draco leant against a wall, wrapping his hands around his sides. Tilting his head up, he glanced at the cloud-filled sky and wondered what to do now.
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I think I might possibly the worst person in the world. I'm sorry for the pathetic chapter, but I promise it will move forward. And also, the point I was trying to get across was that Hermione can get very annoyed and have a tantrum, but simmers down very quickly, and then almost childishly huffs and puffs, wondering what to do next. But yes, I am the worst person ever.