Phil approached the griffindorke who stood opposite Parkinson 's.
"There is one after all. Our hero protector. You didn 't really help her last time. Then, at night in the dungeon, - Draco also stood up.
"What?" Did he hurt you then? Phil ran his eyes from Hermione to Draco.
He did nothing. In a state as drunk as then, he wouldn 't even be able to touch me with his finger. Some empty words, - Hermione clearly lied, looking proudly at the slush.
- Even in such a drunk state as then, - Draco repeated and despondently looked the girl from the feet to the head, - I wouldn t want to touch you. The bottles of fire here will be small, - Pancy quite skewed lips, pressing to the shoulder of the guy.
- Don t overdo it, Malfoy, and to white hot not far. Because to touch this individual - Hermione looked at Parkinson - you probably don 't pour that into yourself.
Draco gave a vicious look at the girl, and the girl, having drained her glass, headed for the exit. Phil followed her.
"Don 't come near her, Malfoy," he left last.
- And I didn t intend, - louder than required, yelled a slimmer and sat back in the place.
What the hell did she look like today? So … provocatively.
The guy held himself back by force so as not to attack the girl right at the bar. The hormones were dancing a little worse than usual.
"She 's hot," Graham said.
"She?" Are you serious? Parkinson rolled her eyes back to her seat.
Don 't tell me, but the boys understand me now," Prichard smiled crooked. "I wouldn 't mind her... Get to know each other.
"Just don 't get the lice," Pancy chipped her nose.
Hermione was moving fast towards school. What does this choir allow itself to do? Why would he have to insult her so publicly? After all, he kissed her. Not her. Hermione herself did not even hint, did not provoke him in any way, did not try to incite him. On the contrary, she pushed back and drove away from herself.
"Wait, please wait," Phil barely caught up with her. Why didn 't you tell me?
Granger was angry. What do you want me to say? You wouldn 't protect me. You left.
"You told me to leave," Phil got confused.
"It doesn 't matter anymore. I don 't want to ask for help, "Hermione turned and continued her journey.
"Don't go, Hermione. Grint pulled her hand. Griffindorca wanted to stop and hug the guy. Indeed, it was not his fault for her troubles. And that night she told him to leave. And what could Phil do against Malfoy? Everyone 's afraid of him.
"You don 't have to help me. You 're not my babysitter! For centuries, that pride woke up. So she threw a vicious look at the guy and, pulling her hand out, went on, leaving him alone with his guesses.
After reaching her room, the girl saw a worried cat at the door. The frightened animal threw itself at the hands of the mistress and began to ball in a complaint.
"What happened, Livoglottic?" Hermione opened the door. There was a terrible mess in the room. All the clothes were lying on the floor, books too. Chair broken, curtains torn. There was a little leaf on the bed, exactly what was left of it. The girl picked him up.
"Don 't you dare approach Draco Malfoy."
Short sentence. Just one thing. Who cares if she talks to Malfoy or not? Hermione hugged her cat. She was horrified. Someone can safely enter her room and do anything. None of the things are missing. The target of the uninvited guest was to scare.
"Thank Merlin, you 're all right," she went on ironing Livoglot. Who to contact for help? Harry? To McGonagall? And confess to someone about these stupid prematurely with Draco? No way.
- The colors of this evening will be, of course, black and orange, - Jeannie was encouraged to walk around the room, in a hurry to talk all his ideas on the design of the hall for Halloween.
- At the entrance we will put two enchanted pumpkin to welcome guests.
Hermione compiled a list of necessary materials so that a case could be started more quickly. It took Granger three days to recover after going to Hogsmeed. On this day everyone tried: both Ron, Malfoy, and Parkinson for dessert.
- And most importantly, you already invented to yourself an outfit? - Jeannie sat near.
"I haven 't thought yet," Hermione admitted. "I have a few options in my closet. I didn 't think to buy anything new.
- Hermionaaaaa, - Withly rolled eyes. - Here I knew. If I hadn 't asked, you 'd be in school uniform.
Granger got up and walked up to the closet.
"You have nothing here," Jeannie closed the closet door with a crack. "We 're shopping. And no objection, miss.
- I didn 't think so," the girl laughed.