Time jump into suppertime

It was suppertime at Hogwarts, and the Grand Hall was now lined with 4 lavish tables almost snapping under the weight of hundreds of plates of food. Again, the trio were all next to each other on the Gryffindor table.

"I didn't get it at all! It was so confusing! I've really flunked this time guys." Harry remarked, shaking his head in regret.

"I know. Snape is such a f-ing bad teacher, but for some reason, Malfoy gets an A." spat Ron.

"Well don't say I didn't warn you! You should've studied when he announced the test's date." Hermione snapped back. She swatted each boy in the back of the head hard, and they each protested with a hurtful, "Hey!"

And so dinner continued on in that such matter. In a couple moments, they are joined by some of Harry's and Ron's other friends, who have appeared to have witnessed a Slytherin boy of their age trip on his own robe and fall into another girl's chest.

Hermione sat in the midst of the process of telling the story, as Ron, Harry, and the boys exploded in sudden bursts of laughter.

"And he went straight into her chest-"

"And she during as red as a beet!"

"Then she slapped him, right in his ugly face!"

They erupted again. Harry elbowed her in the shoulder as he guffawed boisterously.

"Ugh! Harry!" she yelled. She slapped his back, hard enough to sting but soft enough to seem friendly, and went back to her pie.

He slowed his laughter long enough to look at her with shining eyes. "'Mione, dear, sorry, but you have to hear this. So this Slytherin guy…"

She stopped paying attention right there because she had already heard it and it was quite a childish thing to laugh at. She felt sympathy for the affected girl and confirmed she would do the exact same thing in that situation.

"Guys, guys…" They had grabbed the attention of another group from Hufflepuff and started the whole process of telling the story again.

Ron banged the table this time as he laughed, spilled his goblet of pumpkin juice all over Hermione's front. No one even noticed.

"Ron!" she complained. She huffed and seethed in annoyance, as she pushed her chair back as she stood up. She patted her robes to feel for her wand to clean herself up, but there was none of the tell-tale lump of a cylinder that indicated its presence.

Then she remembered it was in her room. She had left it there in a hurry to get to dinner on time. She stormed all the way through the maze of laughing kids and chairs and made it towards the exit of the Great Hall.

As she stomped down the empty, stone corridors of Hogwarts, she muttered under her breath about how immature her friends could get. Those dimwits, they didn't even apologize! Ugh!

She was getting pretty close to the Head girl's dorms when she heard a low lurching sob of a person who was badly hurt but didn't want to show it. It echoed along the curved ceiling of the hall, and it grew louder as she walked.

When she turned the corner, she saw boy around her age against the wall, knees against his chest and arms wrapped around himself. His face was hidden because he had his forehead resting on top of his knees. His white-blond hair was tousled and glinting in the dull setting light.

Hermione covered her mouth in shock as she retracted her head from the corner. Although her moral obligations struggled against it, she did not want to get involved with him, especially about feelings. She hated dealing with feelings.

She hurried back in the other direction as quietly as she could, but the boy spoke.

"Wait." He said. His voice was cracking and throaty. But beneath that, there was an overall emotion of apathy, hurt, and fragility.

Hermione spun slowly around, cringing at whose face it might be.

Standing there was her sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy.

AN: Hello Readers

This is my first fanfic ever and I am very passionate about the Harry Potter Series

I hope you like this fanfiction and this story will continue on because I have a lot of ideas!