𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 ; d.malfoy

10

If anything, I wasn't looking forward to the start of the holidays at all and even Christmas for that matter.

Though, I did manage to wake up by noon when I realised that I could probably get some work done in the library and that I was starving so after dressing myself up appropriately, I left to go to the great hall for some very late breakfast.

As I left my room and travelled down to the Slytherin common room, I was met with Draco, who was just sitting on one of the couches with a book in hand but Blaise was nowhere to be found. I came to the conclusion that no Slytherin but us were staying behind.

'Good morning, sleeping beauty,' Draco greeted me, not even looking up from his book.
'Morning to you too, Malfoy,' I said as I went to the exit of the common room.

Sunlight, diffused through the large, arched windows, casts a warm glow over the room, lending an ethereal quality to the solitude of the library. The stillness is palpable, a symphony of silence that wraps around me like a soft embrace.

In the hushed sanctuary of the library, a lone figure sits comfortably amidst the sea of empty bookshelves and polished wooden tables. Seated in one of the chairs near a table and a tall bookshelf, the person appears to have large bushy, brown hair and a contorted expression of concern all over their features--Hermione Granger.

I went ahead to where she was sitting as that's where the fantasy section was, and pulled out a book from one of the shelves--Dracula by Bram Stoker.

Taking a deep breath,  I cleared my throat gently, catching Granger's attention. Granger looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she recognised the me. But instead of returning to her book, she greeted me with a warm smile.

'Mind if I sit here? The rest of the library's quite lonely,' I ask.

She seems to be taken aback by my words, 'sure, no problem,' she says.

I smile at her and pull out a chair in front of her and situate myself there. Granger's already returned to her book though moments after I finish a few pages of my book, she turns to me, 'you're Timothee Levesque's sister, right?'

I nod, 'yeah, that's me.'
Her eyes widened and her lips curved into a small smile, 'of course you are-! The similarities between you both are so astounding!'
'You really think so?'
'Yes! Behaviour, especially.'

'Me and Timmy? Similar? Please, Granger, I think you've gotten the wrong person,' I laughed then for a brief moment, my eyes glanced to the book she was reading--it was surprisingly on hippogriffs, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why Granger would ever need help on a topic we completed at the start of the term.

'I can't help but notice,' I begin, '...why're you reading a book about hippogriffs? We completed that topic ages go!'

Her expression quickly to changed to that of disgust, 'it's because of Malfoy-! That roach! His father made Hagrid lose the case and now Buckbeak's going to executed.' She paused to take a deep breath, 'I'm sorry for bursting like that but Malfoy really frustrates me.'

I felt amused by her complaints--so this is why Draco decided to stay behind and honestly? I couldn't help but feel bad for poor Hagrid. Yes, Buckbeak's a wild animal so you really can't blame it for acting like one.

'Tell me about it. I had to carry him to Pomfrey for the entire month after the entire fiasco,' I say.

'Oh you poor thing... being friends with Malfoy must be hard--wait, are you both friends-?' she asks.
'Mhmm, we've been friends since we were 4 years of age but that's mainly due to our family history.'

'9 years with Malfoy?! Oh my God, that must be so difficult!' she says, 'y'know, I'm friends with Ron Weasley or at least, was--'

'Wait, wait, you and Weasley? What happened?' I cut her off.