September was warm this year. There was no rain. Summer seemed to keep things in its way. Hermione was dressed in her favourite jeans and a purple T-shirt. Naughty hair is collected in the tail, in the hands, as usual, book. The girl decided to attend quidditch training. Today passed selection for a team.
Griffindorca sat high, but Harry saw a happy smile even from here.
The guy proudly embroidered in the middle of the field, giving teams. Words, Hermione, of course, did not understand, but by the fact that all players ran, creating several queues it was possible to understand that everything will soon begin. The captain of the team jumped on a broom to watch everything happening from above. Minutes later 20 Hermione lost interest in what was happening on the field and returned to reading a textbook on numerology. Training doesn 't look as exciting as the game itself. Hermione was finishing page three when she realized she didn 't remember anything. What did she just read about? Eyes are directed at pages, and thoughts are far away.
More attentively. I have a report on this topic to write.
Hermione flipped three pages back and began reading again. Training has been going on for more than two hours. It got cool. Better move to a warmer room.
There was no one in the library. At the beginning of the year, especially when the good half of the school was in the stands. Only Mrs. Pines cleaned extra textbooks on the top shelves. Soon she also, having finished her business, went somewhere. Silence, a bunch of books and a comfortable chair. Isn 't that what you need for happiness? After completing the report, the girl folded the parchment into a briefcase. Time is 8, patrol will begin in an hour. Putting the bag on the floor, the girl sat on a soft chair again. She relaxed completely. Eyes closed, head pulled back, legs stretched. A minute later, she was sleeping. For a while, the girl spent in that position.
Well, enough. It 's time for me to go to the living room.
Tied on the handles of the chair, Hermione began to get up, opening her eyes at the same time. But right in front of her was someone 's face. The girl screamed and impressed back into the chair.
"Ah, Malfoy!"
It was only when he entered the library that Malfoy saw griffindorca. After noticing that no one was present, he stood for a few minutes watching her actions. Eyes closed, right hand hanging through armrest. Malfoy knew she wasn 't asleep, even though she had a little sleep. The hell pulled him on the next action. He sneaked around and hung over her. His face was very close to the girl. Even too much. Malfoy viewed her as if he had studied. What for? Did he know? The girl was embarrassed. Confused eyes ran from side to side, neck pulled in.
"Scared, Granger?"
The girl pushed the guy away and started getting up when he put her back on his knees.
"You think you 're a dog. Get off me immediately - all attempts by Hermione to rise ended in failure. The guy wasn 't that heavy, but he was pushing the girl. Malfoy grabbed her shoulders.
"Listen here, stuffed. Never talk about my family again. You don 't know anything about me or them.
"Not that?" the challenge caught fire in his eyes.
"The wrong punishment.
"Just get off me, okay? I have no pleasure in talking to you.
Trust me, too, his eyes narrowed. Another thing, and I 'm gonna put you in powder.
Malfoy stood up and headed for the exit. It seemed a few meters, which he had previously overcome in a moment, stretched several times. Behind his back there were slight steps. Hermione, thinking briefly, picked up the bag and followed it. You couldn 't let him go like that. Winner. A trait with two he 'll be the winner. Almost moving on to the run, she overtook the guy and stopped in front of him. Malfoy, he didn 't expect it, he stopped in the stupor, throwing an angry look at the girl. Even his anger was cold, removed.
"Stop it, Malfoy!" You start every fight we have. In all these years, there has never been such a thing that I approach you myself and begin to insult you, - Hermione went forward, inadvertently trying to show her superiority in this situation.
"I left.
"Yes, you...
- Moved away! - Hermione took a step aside from the loud cry. Unconsciously. Malfoy walked past, putting his hands in his pants pockets. Even through the fabric, it was noticeable how his fists shrunk even harder. The girl wanted to attack him, yell, beat him with all her strength. Anything but not letting go like this. She barely stopped herself.