Thoughts mixed. Someone threw fear, despair and desire into one pot and filled it all with a pinch of lust. Hermione moved forward a little, pressing harder against the guy 's chest. There was a blush on her cheeks. What does she allow herself to do? Second. And Malfoy fell into her lips. From such pressure the girl was more impressed into the wall. A heat ran all over his body, burning every cage. At the bottom of the abdomen, everything twisted, and, at the same time, pulled in different directions. Malfoy squeezed the girl 's hands harder, which seemed to break them in half. He kissed her with pressure, with anger. He was digging right into his mouth. Like they 're not kissing, they 're beating lips. Kiss not for pleasure, but for punishment. Hermione couldn 't stand it and pushed the guy away by force.
- What are you... grr... I hate! The girl broke out of the guy 's hand captivity, though no one was holding her. On the move, after picking up the stick, the girl ran away.
"That 's where you tried the fireflies. What about you, dirty blood?
"Go to hell," the girl shouted on the run and fled behind the turn. Malfoy laughed. Which is not to say, and these clashes added strength to him. It is no longer the influence of alcohol, but a sense of wild self-satisfaction. With the usual mock grimace on his face, Draco sailed to the door to the living room.
Well, it 's not that boring anymore.
Hermione, why did you do that? Crazy?
"What?" I... - the girl looked confused at Harry sitting opposite her in the dining room.
Or do you like thickened soup?
- Soup with what? - griffindorka lowered a look and realized that puts in the plate already the third spoon of thickening. Harry covered his mouth so he wouldn 't worry.
"Or I didn 't sleep," the girl repeated.
Hermione was only able to sleep late at night, and at five in the morning she woke up again. She ran from all her feet to her room, tripped a couple of times, but the speed did not slow down. Without undressing, Granger collapsed on the bed. She covered her face with her hands. I wanted to cry.
Merlin, it 's a shame. Drunk bastard!
The next moment she broke into the bathroom. Her lips were red, from the way she forcibly wiped them with soap. We need to wash that stupid kiss. Malfoy 's taste is mixed with fire.
"It 's disgusting!" she shouted out loud. Only then did she realize she was sitting at the table with the guys.
- A very unusual combination, - Half with a smile looked at a plate of Hermione, sitting next to Neville. - I once tried to add jam to soup. It looked beautiful.
And it tastes? - Harry connected.
"It 's crazy.
- Why did you do it at all? - the guy misunderstood looked at the interviewer.
"How would I know it wasn 't good if I never tried it?" said Luna, as if it were for granted.
"It 's already understandable," Hermione said.
"What are you talking about, Miss soup," Harry laughed. Granger looked at him strictly. Soon her gaze flipped slightly to her left, and she noticed Malfoy. He sat alone holding his head with his hand.
What, a ferret, a headache? You had to drink less.
Yes, it hurts, - dry threw Draco Blazu who sat opposite him, covering the view of Hermione. - All night turned, dreams some stupid dreamed.
"Where did you go?" Blaise pushed the plate away. Apparently, after yesterday, the appetite went for a walk.
"When?"
"Yesterday. You said you were serious and ran away. Well, they were nodding. What is the name of these serious cases? - asked the guy, pouring himself juice.
"Did I leave yesterday?" Draco thought hard. "Your mother, he jumped up and looked at Hermione. The girl immediately noticed it and was confused. She wanted to hide somewhere. It seemed that all the students noticed that everyone looked at her and condemned her. Washing something to friends about the report, she ran out of the big hall like a shitty one. Malfoy sat down.
"Don 't tell me what to her," Blaise nodded lazy toward the door. He didn 't believe it himself, just wanted to sway a friend.