Crimes of the Light

Chapter 27: Gryffindorks

Time Skip to Saturday.

Hermione's PoV:

Me, Cassie, Draco and Blaise are all sat in a carriage on our way down to Hogsmeade and to be honest I'm glad it's only us four because Pansy and Theo have been constantly snogging and being all lovey-dovey. It's not that I'm not happy for them, it just becomes really annoying when it's all you ever hear or see. And although the bumpy road caused us all slight discomfort, our moods had yet to be lowered; the warmth of springs arrival casting a carefree and joyous aura over us.

We have planned to head Honeydukes, Zonkos and then The Three Broomsticks as to catch up with latest schemes, plots of revenge and of course Pansy's upcoming birthday. I am so excited to finally be able to plan a real party, back when I was in Gryffindor the only people who every threw parties were the twins, but the prefects always shut them down faster than you can say Godric. And to be honest, it feels weird to be going with my new friends and family rather than Harry and Ron, I sometimes wonder what it would've all been like if I had never found out; would they have carried on their ruse? Would I be forebode to an unhappy future of lies and deception?

I snap back to reality when I feel the familiar cold fingers of Draco's tapping my shoulder, evidently pulling me from my tragic mind.

"We're here." He whispered; his lips so close to my neck I could feel the warmth of his breath make any stray hairs dance. His sharp scent overwhelmed me as he stepped out of the carriage, offering a hand to me, steadying me, as I too exit the carriage, mumbling my thanks to him with a blush crawling up my neck.

Blaise and Cassie lead the way to Honeydukes; me and Draco arguing over who was a bigger pureblood disappointment: Sirius or Regulus.

"It was definitely Regulus, he betrayed the Uncle Tom and lied to his mother." Draco whined regarding my last argument, throwing his arms over his head in defeat.

"No, Sirius ran away to the stupid Potter's-" I try to contend to Draco's whining before the devil incarnate and his pawn cut me off.

"I really must be that famous if my name is in a traitor's mouth." The annoying drone of Pott head calls from next to the liquorish wands about two feet away.

"Saint Pottah and Weaselbee, surprised you can even afford to buy food, did you sell your house?" Draco spits, a smirk pulling at the corner of our mouths as Harry stalked closer, Ron tailing close behind.

"At least his dad isn't a slave for your little girlfriend's dad." Ron sneers back in an equally pissed off tone, coming up next to Harry and manspreading so far I'm surprised he isn't on the ground.

"Draco, let's leave, these... things," I spit, glaring at them before grabbing Draco's hand, "aren't worth our time nor energy." Ginny is stood near the door, mouth agape after hearing our little row.

"Damn 'Mione, never knew you were such a badass." She grinned at me, squealing and complementing me and Draco the entire way to Honeydukes.

We reached the welcoming door and eagerly pushed our way in, desperate to escape the cold breeze. Once the door had closed behind us, a wave of loud chatter and sweet scents fell on us; all thoughts of the Gryffindorks out of mind. Blaise made eye-contact with his one true love and immediately rushed towards them, shoving tiny first years out of the way to get to reach them before anyone could buy them all; he might as well have been a first year with the way he was running towards the liquorice wand stand.

We spent a lengthy amount of time precariously stacking sweets and chocolate into our hands before paying an even larger amount and taking our leave, heading towards The Three Broomsticks, ready for the warmth and cheer its atmosphere bestows upon you.

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The pub was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon and although that was slightly worrying and probably meant we were missing something exciting, we decided to push the thought aside and focus on the shit-stirring we originally came here to do.

Madame Rosmerta's kind face soon appeared, apprehensive for our orders before hurriedly going to fetch our drinks from behind the eerily silent bar.

"It is strange that there isn't anyone here." Cassie pointed out when we were all already half finished with our butterbeers and about twenty chocolate frogs down between us. We all mummed our agreements, the silence surrounding us seemed to agree too.

"We should probably get back, see where the hell everyone is." Draco suggested, chugging the rest of his drink and starting to pull on his warm cloak. A silent agreement made when we all followed suit and left the pub in hopes of finding an explanation.

A/n: sorry this literally took forever omg. Anyways I'm gonna go and write you a second chapter to go with this one you lucky spuds.

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