Straightening her hair and grabbing her cloak, the girl hastened into the living room. Grint was already waiting for his companion.
"Hermione, you... oho. You look great, the guy 's eyes are lost.
"Thank you. A little unusual, of course, - the girl embarrassed covered shoulders with hair.
"I like it. Phil gave Hermione a hand.
It 's been a long time since griffindorca felt so much view of itself. How easy it is to be the main topic for discussion. All you had to do was wear an open dress. That 's the whole secret.
Almost all the students gathered on the street. Someone was waiting for friends, someone was already walking towards the village. Near the gate, the girl noticed a crowd of Mucerins. After picking up Phil 's hand, Hermione walked past them with her head proudly raised. Turning around, she met with Malfoy for a second. Behind the usual indifference in her eyes, she noticed a shadow of admiration and irritation at the same time. Strange.
The day passed, surprisingly, not bad. Phil proved to be a very acceptable interviewer. The pair talked a lot about the books, it was their main point of contact. Grint talked about his childhood. He grew up in an incomplete family. His father was a pure-blooded wizard who married a simple girl. Phil 's mother only found out about the magic world after the wedding. Unfortunately, Mr. Grint died when the guy was 4 years old. Soon the mother married for the second time, already to magla. But this marriage was also not successful. Hermione remembered that even two maglam parents had a hard time raising the wizard 's child, and Mrs. Grint had to cope with all one.
When she went into "Three Brooms," she noticed Ron from the big hall, her name was Postea, it seems. A couple sat at a long table, clearly hiding from extra eyes. Granger specifically headed in the opposite direction so as not to even accidentally come across them with a look.
Phil clearly noticed a change in the girl 's face.
"I... yes. I 'm fine, "the griffindorca sat down at the table and ordered two glasses of cream beer.
"Whatever you say. Since we now have time to look at the Halloween party. We have a week left. I think we need to make a really big gap, - Phil was clearly excited by the upcoming event.
- Not beyond decent, - Hermione added.
"It 's like it 's going to go," the guy smiled cheekily.
"Philius Grint, I don 't recognize you," Granger said, putting her hands in the side.
Come on, this is our last year. Let the school remember us for a long time.
- It is worth considering the plan of the event and to draw up a list of necessary. With scenery you have to help, I don 't think Principal McGonagall has so much time to do things like that.
- It is not a question, a couple of waves with magic wand, and everything is ready, - the guy began with a finger to draw in the air various patterns.
- Not everything is so simple, - Hermione took a sip. - Decorations have to be carefully considered. Everything has to be tasteful. I 'll ask Jeannie for help, she 's better at it.
"That 's right, Granger. You have that tastefully trouble, 'Pancy got into the conversation shamelessly.
- You were not taught, Parkinson, that eavesdropping on other people 's conversations, and even more so it is not accepted to get into them without permission - Hermione turned towards a slimerink. Several people from their faculty were arranged at a nearby table. Malfoy sat down next to the instigator of the conflict. Graham Prichard was a little further away. He examined the old girl with interest, noting to himself that she was not as bad as everyone said. A thin waist, underlined by a strap, open shoulders, which are so manly. But no one around him noticed his lust views. There was something more interesting between the two girls.
I don 't need your permission. It 's not my fault that you 're growing up all over the district, only the deaf one won 't hear, - a couple of guys laughed slightly. And so, I have a whole offer to you, - Parkinson continued. - We will have a ball-masquerade. We should have a beauty contest there. Miss Hogwarts. You certainly won 't be participating. You know, for a beauty contest, this very beauty is needed - she gave a sympathetic look at griffindorca.
"I don 't know, Parkinson. If it was a dog show, you 'd have every chance. With your face, she ate Hermione. Draco jumped into his glass. Pancy swallowed the air resentingly, but quickly came to her senses, jumped out of her place and headed for the griffindorca.
"Do you have nine lives, dirty blood?" This time there are no dear friends of yours to protect.