After the long-awaited reconciliation of the two members of the golden trio, everything got back in place. Hermione began spending more time with friends, Malfoy became an even bigger jerk, to whom only an excuse was given to lean with ulcerative comments on the Griffindorians. No one seemed to notice the changes in Granger. She couldn 't go back to her old track. Almost every night she cried in her room. Friends were implausibly deceived that red eyes were the result of a long night 's reading. They were reluctant, but they agreed. Hermione herself did not know what was disturbing her. If they're used to be a specific reason, that is Ron, now it was very confusing. That girl was engulfed in incredible sadness and anxiety, then absolute indifference to everything.
Ironically, Malfoy had almost the same feelings. But in disguise of despair, he succeeded far more. Draco didn 't have to play friendly and sincere, he only had to be a bad guy. Forever unhappy, full of sarcasm by a bad guy. How convenient. All the anger that was inside found an exit in eternal insults, jokes over others. The only ones who saw echoes of Draco 's mental problems were Theo and Bleise. Perhaps the only ones who are more than just acquaintances to him.
After the last conversation with Granger, he began to treat her compack even worse, and herself. Increasingly, the air was shaken to pain by the familiar words "dirty blood," freak, "and so on. Hermione pretended not to touch her. It 's just that the slime has proved once again that he 's a slime. Nothing new.
Griffindorca sat on the window sill in the hallway and looked out the window. She picked up her knees, leaning one cheek to the cool glass. Soon October, the weather was not changing for the better. In recent days, the sky has been filled with an exceptionally grey cloud. I wanted to see the sun. At least one more time. Feel his warm rays, walk under a bright sky circle, that so willingly shared his heat. Hermione was very much waiting for good weather. Clouds further drove her into a bunch of despair. Besides, the first trip to Hogsmeed was scheduled this week. The girl very much wanted third-year students to remember this day as a day full of joy and fun.
"Hi. I don 't have a mood for a big company, and I don 't want to return to myself yet.
"Do you mind?"
"No, sit down," Half jumped on the window sill, sitting next to Granger.
"You still haven 't solved your problem?" Half looked at Hermione with his child 's sincere eyes.
"I have no problem, Luna," the girl smiled.
"You don 't know how to lie," Lavgood looked out the window. It 's like all the sadness of the world gathered in these clouds. And you need a friend.
- But I have friends, - griffindorka with a short look at the interviewer.
So why aren 't you with them now?
"I told you I don 't want to be in a noisy company today. Especially you 're my friend, too. I 'm not the only one sitting here, she looked at Lavgood warmly. Even though at first she seemed like a weirdo from whom you would not hear a single putty word, now Hermione could call her friend with confidence.
- I am very pleased, - the claw smiled embarrassed. - But I see that you want to be alone, - she jumped on the floor. - Don t fear the desires, Hermione. Who would we be if it were not for our wishes - Half took a couple of steps aside, but again turned to Hermion. - And try not to stay alone again. Loneliness is a good friend, of course, but sometimes we don 't notice falling into his arms. It 's reassuring. But going back will be difficult.
Hermione was left alone again. I didn 't want to get up from a conveniently heated place. The girl sat until dark in complete silence. She did not notice the blond young man who had been watching her for the last ten minutes. The crude phrase ruined the girl 's little pacification, bringing her back to the ground.
"Do me a favor, Granger. Open the window and jump out, - Malfoy slowly went to Hermione, putting his hands in his pockets. His gait was confident, full of self-love and daring.
"Do me a favor, Malfoy. Shut your mouth and go where you went - the answer didn 't keep yourself waiting long.
"Oh, how rude we are. Where did the praised good manners go? - Malfoy, slightly leaning, pressed his elbow against the other end of the window sill, where recently sat Half.