I love you. And I love you. Together we'd be always...
"Ew, gross", Hermione could be heard saying as she walked out of the Gryffindor common room with her school bag. It was enough that she had to avoid Ron and Lavender, but now Harry and Ginny had gotten on the bandwagon of the relationship train and even they were more sickening than the other two Gryffindor couples. It was always, "I love you, I love you too" with the lot of them, and it got Hermione riled up. "Love only exists in fairytales and fairytales aren't real."
Her next class didn't start for another hour and a half, making her life even more hellish than it was supposed to be. She held onto that satchel tight to her body, her black Gryffindor embroidered sweater rumpling as she did so. With a scowl on her face, she started her way towards the library and hoped that she didn't run into the lovey dovey couples that were from the other houses. She had enough to deal with in the Gryffindor common room. She didn't need any more from the other houses.
However, Hermione didn't see where she was going. Her vision was clouded with her bangs—she didn't have time to do her hair since she wanted out as fast as she could—and she had crashed into something hard, but warm. Her shoulder bag flew out from her grasp and the brunette fell down to the floor, her ass only breaking her fall. She groaned as she put her legs together, in case anyone got a show, and moved her bangs out of her eyes only to see her books terrorized by the group of Slytherins she so loathed. "Nice going, Mudblood", she heard as they all left her with the mess that they had caused.
Hermione let out a huge groan, scrunching up her face as she did so, and mocked the Slytherins who had taunted her before going down to pick up her books and various papers. She couldn't help but shake her head at the mess before her. "The dragon came and left. Only a Prince can come and save me now", she told herself quietly before moving one hand to pick up a piece of paper, only to find another person's hand on it too. Feeling confused, Hermione looked up to see Dean helping her.
"Thank you", the brunette told her helper as she took her paper from him, only to receive a smile in return. "No problem", Dean spoke out in his baritone voice, grinning from ear to ear as he did so. There was something in that smile that Hermione had found irresistible and eye catching. She had often compared Dean to a Dorian Gray, beautiful and mesmerizing with a sense of uneasiness and vanity about him. So, none of them spoke again until Hermione's books and papers were in their rightful place in her backpack.
The two began to stand around awkwardly, having nothing to say to each other now that the task was finished. Though, Dean did shake his most gorgeous dark head and gave the heroine of the story another bright smile. "How about I walk you to the library?", he offered her, extending out an arm to point to the direction of the library. "You never know when a damsel in distress might need another hero."
With that said Hermione gave one small scoff and made a hand motion to the library to Dean. "Lead the way", she told him as she playfully pushed the boy ahead of her. "And by the way, no fairy tale talk", she told him with a sly smile. "And why not?", the boy asked of his walking partner, keeping up the
same pace that she had so they could talk. "Fairy tales are often good pick me ups throughout the day", he told her with a toothy grin, giving a laugh in the process.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his statement, crossing her arms to her chest as she walked. "Fairy tales aren't real, Dean. We had this conversation before", she told her company as she turned to look at him, admiring his strong features as she did so. Her smirk grew into a smile as she saw Dean smile his pearly whites back down at her, inching closer to him unconsciously.
"True", he told her with a slight defaltering of his own smile. "But once you think about it, it's all around us. For example", Dean began as they walked into the library and lowered his voice just a bit. "Harry and Ginny are our own prince charming and damsel in distress. Think about it, Hermione", he told her as he shrugged and Hermione looked up at him in awe. She knew that Ginny and Harry was a sore subject to him once they got together, but to hear him speak about them with great respect. Well, let's just say that it impressed Hermione to great extent.
"True", Hermione spoke to Dean, using his own word against him. "However, how long do you think it would last?", she asked him as she found them an empty table, pointing to it to acknowledge it to him. They both walked briskly to the table, putting down their backpacks and sitting across the table, respectively. "Oh, I don't know", Dean spoke as he began taking out some various books. Hermione noticed that he studied Runes and that impressed her. He was smart and philosophical. "Maybe forever? Their kind of love never runs out", he told her as he opened his Runes textbook and started taking notes out of them.
"And what do you suppose what kind of love that it is?", Hermione asked of Dean as she opened her own Arithmancy book and taking out some paper to write notes. She noticed that Dean smiled wider at her words and looked up at her with his chocolate brown eyes—her own color as well. "The most special kind that a man and a woman can have for each other. The same one that sleeping beauty had for her prince, Cinderella had for hers, and the same one Jasmine had for Aladdin", he told her simply and then looked down to his notes once again.
And with that said, Hermione gave him a slight smile and continued writing her notes. "Give me facts, Dean. Give me facts", she told him and they both started to giggle, putting that fairy tale debate behind them, for now.
