sekkoon

CHAPTER 13

“Harry, do you think there is anything going around?” Ron asked. Monday morning and they were at breakfast. One week of being in Hogwarts has passed already.

“What do you mean?” Harry replied curiously, munching on some toast.

“With Hermione, she seems a bit off.” Harry shrugged, a few minutes later Hermione approached. The boys were silent, and she shot a questioning look, but didn’t say anything. Clara, a petite pretty Gryffindor, sat next to her. Her long blonde hair tied up in a cute ponytail. Her blue eyes were like a pool of deep-sea, effortlessly getting lost in them.

“What the bloody h3ll happened here?” Ron hollered. It was just ruined, merely ruined. It was a canvas of Yolanda Smith, a magician’s daughter.

“Something’s going on!” Harry mumbled distracted.

“You think?” Hermione replied sarcastically. They didn’t notice a pair of red eyes, which was observing them intently.

“Granger what are you doing here?” Malfoy rudely asked the next day in their headquarters. He was lazily lying on the plush sofa, arms behind his oversized head.

“Well this is my place too Malfoy.” She retorted, with the similar tone. She smirked, a knowing smirk.

“Whatever, I’m heading to the library room.” Malfoy snorted lightly. She walked off and he yelled.
“Have fun!”

“I certainly will!” She yelled back. Thirty minutes later Hermione still couldn’t find the book she was so desperately looking for. Hermione felt something warm against her and quietly gasped. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted blonde hair.

“Looking for this?” A voice said, tickling her war gently. Malfoy and Hermione were a bit to close. Just a little bit. She began to feel uncomfortable at the position. He handed her the book. It dawned on him that she indeed was nervous at the space enclosed between them, obviously. Her breathing got harder, till she noticed that Malfoy stepped away. She turned around, seeing him disappear from view.

On Wednesday evening, Ron and Harry were heading back to the common room. After a delicious and hot dinner. The October breeze felt chilly against their skin, as they shut the windows down.

The fireplace was dying out, as Harry added more logs onto the pit. Once again the fire was roaring again.

They slowly started their Herbology chart. Drawing strange plants and labeling them.

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