Shiny Day

Malfoy was in high spirits. General hype was to it to liking. When still will it happen to see all fellow students in suits of different cranks? He did not want to dress up especially though he in the childhood just adored this holiday. From a suit there were only black trousers and a white shirt today. The last was fairly disheveled, on a breast cuts, allegedly from claws of some animal flaunted. On the guy blood traces were seen. Everything looks more naturally when you own magic. The group of slizerinets at once followed to one of tables...

A real wizard won 't act that easy. But it doesn 't matter now, because, oh, Merlin, who are you, and what have you done to my friend?! - Jeannie turned to Hermione with a broad smile. - I certainly knew that the dress was beautiful, but so that you could make it even better? You look great today - she took the girl by the hand - the truth. "Stop embarrassing me," Granger laughed. - Only by whom you dressed? - Half touched transparent cloth. - I can assume that you shell or milk foam. "I wouldn 't think of it...

The girl was still thinking about her. Suddenly, she was very uncomfortable in the dark hallway, even though she wasn 't alone. "Are you all right?" Draco asked. He lifted the girl 's chin, looking into her eyes. Fear. He doesn 't confuse anything with that feeling. I 'll walk you to the tower. Hermione nodded in silence. The couple hardly spoke the rest of the way. Malfoy occasionally threw a worried look at the companion. Something 's wrong. - We will see you at a ball? - suddenly the girl asked...

Draco smiled. How wayward she is. I think he complimented it, didn 't she? Wear it more often. Dress. It 's coming for you. "Thank you," Granger bit her lip. Maybe she 's asleep? She fell asleep right in the library, on the hard table. So she has such nonsense as polite Malfoy. - With whom you will go to a ball? - quite unexpected question from Draco. - And what, you want to invite me? - Hermione playfully smiled, but the Sluderin didn t see it, glory to Merlin. "And I didn 't even think," the guy said dry...

Shopping succeeded in glory. Hermione didn 't think finding a dress could be so distracting. And, of course, Jeannie herself. The girl always had a good sense of humor, and she herself was an incredible cheerful nature. The girls became friends in their fourth year. Simply put, the more time Hermione spent in the noir, the more friendly they became. Friends often shared little secrets with each other. Jeannie was so happy when she first heard that Hermione was indifferent to her brother. Sometimes,...

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...

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...

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...

The kiss lasted longer, than it was expected. Draco could not come off Hermione. They made second pauses to gather air, and were again dipped each other. Breath finally got off. Malfoy seized the girl by hair and pulled back. To his look Hermione's neck opened. Slizerinets greedy stuck into her gentle skin, leaving everything new and new marks. The back of the girl was curved from pleasure. She has a snack lips. The main thing not to make any sounds. A wave the feeling of excitement increased, without leaving to the girl of a way for retreat...

Hermione pressed her knees harder, moving slightly away from Malfoy. After his recent behaviour, she did not want to be closer than 5 meters to him. - It is a pity their mistress didn t follow them. - It is a pity one small ferret still didn t leave, - Hermione threw on the guy a strict look. "It 's not up to you," Draco put his hand in his fist. Where 's your hero lover? Or are you looking for a new one? Stop carrying nonsense. I don 't even want to listen to you, "Hermione wanted to get down and take refuge in her room...

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...

We should talk, - Ron nervously scratched a nape. - Yes, I know. - I ask, forgive me for all this. I arrived meanly, low. But … probably, I just was frightened then. I should have talked to you that year, but I did not decide, - the pause lasted long enough. Granger looked in a floor, nervously squeezing a hem of the cloak. – I was mistaken then. The kiss … did not follow us … - Yes, - Hermione quietly said. - Forgive for false hope. And for the fact that it was dry with you these several months...