DARK 🐍Hermione Granger🐍

Chapter 8

HENRIK

As the days went by...I became more knowledgeable about the history of Hogwarts. Get this...they actually have flying broomsticks, who knew?

But the craziest part was all the students trying to put their name into the Goblet of Fire, even thought they were under the age limit. Guess who put their name with a smug look on their face? Hope. She got praise and cheers from everyone watching as she did. Which only boosted her ego. And made me dislike her even more.

"Henrik? Right?" A voice asked. "Huh?" I sounded. I turned around to see the beautiful wizard. My eyes went wide. "Uh...hi." I said getting to my feet. "That's me." I stated. "I'm Hermione." She said extending her hand for me to shake. "Henrik, nice to meet you." I said shaking her hand. "I couldn't help but notice that you were reading up on the history of Hogwarts." She said pointing at the book behind me. "Yeah, thought it was interesting." I answered. "You like to read?" She asked with bug eyes. "Is that a problem?" I asked confused with a chuckle. She smiled shaking her head. "No, not at all. My friends aren't big on reading for fun like I am." She explained as I nodded my head. "Well...considering my father was 1000+ years old...I'm a bit of a literature and history buff....and art buff." I stated. Hermione laughed softly. "What do you read, if you don't mind me asking?" She voiced. "Stories about my family. Stories about legends. Mythology. Histories of Supernaturals. Origins of Magic. Stuff like that." I answered. A couple of seconds of silence passed between us.

"So...I saw your sister...entered her name...into the Goblet of Fire." She pointed out. "If you making small-talk with me was some elaborate ruse to get me to talk about Hope...it's not going to work." I said going to turn away. "No! I was going to ask why you didn't? From what I can tell...you don't like your sister. Why don't you compete to prove—" She rattled. "To prove what? My worth?" I asked squinting my eyes. "That she's not all that great. I mean, everyone keeps talking about her. And to be honest, I don't really see what the big deal is. Having a shitty attitude towards your brother completely trumps the power you have." She explained.

A smile slow grew on my lips. "So why come to me?" I asked. "Because...well...I don't know really. I just...feel like you were going to be a better person than her since I first laid eyes on you." She explained. "You saying...you judged me by my appearance?" I asked with a smirk. "Was it that amazing?" I added. "I mean...who am I kidding? When I first saw you...I couldn't stop staring." I said before I could stop myself. My eyes went wide. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of red as opposed to mine the was a much darker and deeper red. "Uh...I mean...I didn't...You were just...the eyes...I was— I'm gonna go now." I said before turning around in my back heel and walking away. What the BLOODY HELL was that?! "I couldn't stop staring at you?!" Smooth, Henri. Real smooth.