kind of hate myself for
coming back but that was
nothing new soo: enjoy!!
it was noon on a saturday. the sun was high up in the sky and the small sound of chirping reminded hermione, that it was spring. just a few months from the summer and just a few months till she could be home again.
her shadow followed her as she breezed through the clear ways of the pathway toward the great lake, her strides soft and elegant. her confidence showing in her walking.
flowers lined the edge of the medium sized lake, the water just the right color of indigo to make her want to swim in it. she found herself plucking a few flowers with her hands.
she then sits in a nearby bench.
her open toed shoes feeling the breeze as the wind finally decided to pick up. her skirt flowed as she sat down, the black of the material giving her a fair amount of attention from the sun but she didn't mind.
there was a reason why she was here of course. just moments again, she was in her shared head dorm room with her boyfriend of three years but now she sat on a bench with three flowers in her hand held.
it was a quarrel. the smallest of them at that. she didn't know how it started, couldn't really tell you what it was about but she needed air and now she was here, above the light blue sky and puffy as marshmallow clouds.
the flowers were pastel, the pink and yellows that adorned the petals were mesmerizing to stare at but hermione only plucked the petals one by one. the sucide of the flower petals grouping together as they were each ripped from their home.
there was one flower left in hermione's hand as she finished and she finally got a good look at the plant, she felt it was to pretty to waste so she placed it in her brown hair behind her ear.
her mouth twitched ever so softly.
her hand was placed atop her lap as she stared out at the lake, it was calming. her brain was blank as the breeze picked up once again causing the flower in her hair to slowly lossen from its grip and fall to the ground. she didn't pick it up.
a stranger sat down beside her. the familiar scent of his cologne invading her nostrils. she took a deep breath and breathed it in. she didn't turn her head, didn't even move her hand when he scooted closer.
but he wouldn't have it. his hand, had a mind of its own as it turns out because it was suddenly touching hers, the smaller of the hands slowly but surely coming to life as it interlocked with his.
he gave out a breath; his chest was suddenly lose and his head was no longer cloudy.
he opened his mouth, letting the silence between the two give way, as he spoke: "hi."
she responded: "hi." that was her simple reply and as they both sat there, hermione and draco, the small group of flower petals that laid on the ground by their feet, spead apart.
