Malfoy seriously decided it was all drunk nonsense, stupid sleep. When he woke up in the morning, he could not understand for a long time what it was. There were different images in his head, silhouettes. It was only after the shower that the Sluderin began to recover. The images became clearer, quite concrete pictures of yesterday 's events were drawn in the head. But Draco decided for himself that it was him who dreamed. It 's not true. It just can 't be true.
Now everything is in place. It's true. I 'll sleep. The most melted desire and the biggest fear of the guy came true. They connected in one single event. He kissed Hermione Granger. Hermione. Granger. Who to tell, won 't believe. Well, no. You 'll tell someone else. You 're an idiot, Malfoy. Anything could be done: fight someone, put to any other girl, at least wash on the same picture. But don 't kiss the school loan. Draco doesn 't seem to have made it since yesterday. The head was splitting, the whole big hall was crying. The sluderina was sunken. He, trying his best not to go running, hurriedly went to the toilet.
Draco and Hermione spent the next couple of days as thirteen-year-old children. They were frankly avoiding each other by hiding their eyes. It all got to the point where often they didn 't go to breakfast or lunch. And if we went, we sat back to each other.
Hermione was even quieter than she was. Harry couldn 't get her out of the room. Even today, he almost forced her into Griffindor 's living room.
"Look, I understand. You 're my best friend, I know you miss him. I 'm sure he misses too, 'Hermione took a sharp look at Harry. She wanted to believe those words. I wanted them to be true.
"Do you really think so?"
- Of course, - Harry hugged the girl. - Ron will be a full cretin if he misses such a girl, - Hermione smiled. - I wanted to tell you this morning, but you didn t come for breakfast.
"What?"
"They 're coming tomorrow. Jeannie wrote that Mr. Withley was back.
Hermione broke out of her friend 's hands tomorrow. So Ron said something?
"Oh, I... I don 't know. Jeannie wrote a short letter, just reported the news, - Harry got mixed up.
"Yes... Of course, of course, the girl sat down humbly. I don 't know how to behave with him. I mean... Just say hi? Hermione began to tease the edge of her skirt again.
Just relax. This is Ron, not the Minister of Magic. You 're Hermione Granger. Is there a problem that your brilliant brains could not solve? - Harry lightly pushed the griffindorca.
"It 's more important than other problems," the girl said quietly.
- Even so? - Harry smiled widely.
Harry Potter! I mean, Granger frowned on her eyebrows.
"Sorry, I just wanted to defuse the situation," he threw his hand on the back of the couch. "I 'll talk to him.
Thank you, Harry. I 've been too sharp lately. Probably. Thank you for talking to me. Today is the meeting of the chiefs, and I need to be there through... In 10 minutes. Hermione grabbed the bag and ran out of the living room.
"Um... all right. Had time to shout Harry in her trail.
Hermione was not late, although everyone was already gathered. Even Principal McGonagall was in the office, causing the girl to get a little confused.
"Miss Granger, go faster. I have little time, - Hermione ran between rows and sat behind the first desk to Phil. - From next week trips to Hogsmid will begin. I want every head of our school to come to this event responsibly. Don 't forget to look after third-year students. This is their first year. And yes, I brought a new schedule. We 've removed some inconsistencies. Miss Granger, leave it to you, at the end of the meeting, she put a small stack of papers on the table.
After discussing all the offences and counting the points that the chiefs seized or added, Hermione already wanted to let everyone go. She gave everyone a new schedule. Except for Malfoy, he was not, as usual. He only made it to the meeting once, and he was late. Almost everyone has already left the office. Hermione ran for Parkinson.