- Slytherins Beauty -

Chapter 13

Everything was going swell until Draco's hold on Circe slipped and she got lost in the sea of children...

Being shoved and pushed around wasn't ideal for Circe but she thought she outta deal with it if she was to get out of this mob unscathed. After a good 20 minutes of going with the flow of the crowd, she ended up in the girl's lavatory bathroom. 

"Well, that was anticlimactic." She huffed dusting herself off, Just as she turned to leave she heard sniffles and whimpers coming from one of the bathroom stalls 'Odd' she thought.

"Who's there" Circe called out, no answer "Look there's a troll somewhere in these dungeons so I suggest if you don't want to become troll dinner you'll leave" She called once more only to be met with more sniffles. 'Surely the troll won't find its way down here' she thought.

She approached the stall of the crying person who seemed to sound like a girl and softly knocked. She sighed 'I can't believe I'm doing this...'

"Hey, do you want to let me in and we can talk about it?" She questioned quietly. A few seconds passed, she was just about to give up and leave when the stall door creaked open revealing a puffy-eyed Gryffindor. "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger" she whispered sniffling.

Circe took in her appearance, she had untamable dark hair with frizzy matching bangs which cut off just at her eyes, she had deep brown eyes, and protruding teeth like a bunny. She was around the same height as Circe and was wearing a Gryffindor robe that made her puffy eyes and red nose pop with colour. Circe recognized her almost immediately, she was the muggle-born that hung around Potter and Weasley. She decided that because the girl had been crying she'd comfort her enemy's friend just this once.

Hermione sat back down on the closed-in toilet while Circe sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. "Why would you want to help a Friendless nightmare like me, You're a pureblood Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor muggle born?" she whispered rubbing her puffy.

"Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm gonna stand around and listen to someone cry, just because you're a muggle-born doesn't mean you don't deserve basic human compassion. You're not Friendless Granger, you got that Potter and Weasley by your side as well as the rest of those Griffndorks." Circe huffed leaning forward and resting her head on her palm.

"Who even gave you that idea" Circe mumbled, "I overheard Ron talking to Harry about me while walking to our next class, he mocked the way I said a spell and called me a nightmare, then said That's why I have no friends," Hermione said as her eyes began to water.

"Of course that Weasley did" Circe sneered, she looked up at Hermione, "Look, he's just a stupid boy who's jealous that you are more intelligent than him, his tiny little brain can't comprehend that being a pleasant human being does not take a lot of brain cells" she grumbled.

"Hermione was it, I don't know a lot of Gryffindors and quite frankly I don't want to know any more of them, but you are by far the most tolerable Gryffindor, so if that Weasley or any other dung brains give you any more trouble you got me to back you up." Circe grinned.

Hermione wiped her tears, stood up, and pulled Circe into a tight hug. She was tense at first but soon relaxed and hugged her back, "Thank you Circe, and you are definitely the nicest Slytherin" Hermione giggled.

Once the two had calmed down and were laughing with each other and carrying on, Hermione opened the stall door only to meet face-to-face with the dungeon troll.

Circe's stomach dropped and she instantly reached for her wand, They backed up slowly and ran into the stall they came from. Hermione pulled Circe to the floor as the troll swung its wooden club, smashing at least four toilet stalls to bits and knocking the wand out of Circe's hand.