Next day after incident in the room, Hermione did not know where to put herself. Having not felt hungry, there was no wish to read, even to talk to people there was no desire. Till a breakfast she stayed in the living room, playing with the textbook as if did not understand its purpose. No new information can be absorbed in itself, the head already swelled up from a surplus of events and emotions. Out of thoughts the girl was brought by Phil's voice.
- Good morning, Hermione, you go on a breakfast? – Phil looked quite vigorous, though slightly uneasy.
- Hi. Yes, I will only remove the book.
- Listen, we accompany a third year today. A visit of Hogsmid, you remember? And so … I thought, can us … can go together there to us? – Phil burned a floor a look, being afraid to raise eyes on the interlocutor.
- Together? – the girl turned to it.
- Yes, well that is, as friends. That is heads. That is friends heads. Together it would be more convenient to us to watch them, - Grint nervously scratched a nape, its language was godlessly braided.
- Phil, I … I promised friends to go with them. Excuse …
- Of course, friends, - killed it Phyl. – Anything terrible. Perhaps still we will meet, - the guy hasty slipped out the living room. The situation obviously was awkward. To tell the truth, Hermione has nobody was to go to Hogsmid. Harry and Ginny gathered for an appointment, and the girl was not ready to remain with Ron alone yet. Just she did not want to give any false hopes to Phil.
A little surprised with all this, Hermione nevertheless decided to visit the big hall. It would be wrong to go to Hogsmid on a hungry stomach. It after all should keep order.
It was, perhaps, the most unsuccessful morning. Only having entered the big hall, the girl felt on herself several slaps in the face at once. Not the presents, of course. But some events beat whip fists.
The first second on Malfoy who sat at a slizerinsky table was evident and imperiously Parkinson for shoulders embraced. That, with a proud look, enthusiastically discussed something with Dafna. Draco threw a glance on the entered girl and returned to the affairs. Dumbfounded by what was seen, Hermione by ambles reached a griffindorsky table and failed on a bench before Harry and Ginny. Those, obviously without having noticed it, continued to coo about something special.
The girl couldn 't digest what she saw. No, of course she didn 't think of Malfoy as something of her own. He doesn 't owe her anything, nor does she owe him. But after last night, is it so easy to sit around and chew with another? Notes of jealousy slipped in Hermione 's thoughts. Damn jerk.
Granger heard a pouring laugh from a nearby table and turned towards them. What was her surprise when she saw a ringing laughing puffenduik who was enjoying the company... Rhone? Ron, who only broke up with Hermiona the other day. Ron, who talked about the hard print on his heart left by the war. Rhona, who assured her he didn 't want any relationship at the moment.
At a glance, everything collapsed. It was as if all the insides were falling into small pieces. Griffindorca held herself back so as not to scream, not to knock her fists on the table, not to throw all the dishes off this table to the damn mother. In it woke up a little hurt girl who wanted revenge. Having jumped from her place, Hermione headed to the table of the Cohtevrans.
Phil, you still want to come with me today? - all students looked at her, but the girl paid no attention to it.
"What?" I mean... yes, of course, I want to.
- Then I will see you in half an hour in the living room, - with these words the girl flew out of the hall, trying not to look at people around her.
The choice of outfit took a little longer today than usual. There was still anger in the girl who wanted to prove something to everyone. After ten minutes of searching, the girl found her most frank dress and, without thinking for a second, wore it. It was a light dress on thin straps. Yesterday, Hermione wouldn 't put that on her, but today... Today you have to be up.