In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

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| WHITE MUSTANG by Lana Del Rey |
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The game against Ravenclaw was getting closer and closer, so Wood made the Gryffindor Quiddich team train night and day cause losing was out of discussion. However, that meant that Amelia didn't see Harry as often as before since, in the few times he wasn't on his broom, they were either in class or he was too tired to keep his eyes open.

Her first year at Hogwarts was slowly coming to an end, and, despite everything, she was convinced she had finally found her place in this world, her family. Harry and Cedric weren't her brothers by blood, but by choice, which sometimes was even better.

Cedric was sweet and comforting, always knowing what to say in every situation; Harry instead was like fresh air for the young Black, like a best friend but more if it was possible.

A little noise of snapping fingers interrupted Amelia's flow of thoughts. She looked up, resting her chin on the palm of her hands, finding before her Granger's honey brown eyes observing her as if she had just committed a crime.

"Hadn't I told you that this table was off-limits?" Granger scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. Oh, today it seems that the ice princess woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Amelia scrunched her nose, pretending to be hurt by the older girl's rudeness. "Ouch Granger!" She exclaimed with her right hand on her heart, "now I'm offended. And I thought that we were past this fighting phase... I guess we're not."

The younger girl noticed a tiny smile forming on Granger's face that was immediately replaced by a pout. The bushy girl let herself down in a chair in front of Amelia, sighing loudly, almost as if that was the last place on earth where she wanted to be, but they were in the library, and affirming that Granger didn't want to be here was the same as saying that Amelia adored Crookshanks.

"What got Miss Granger in a bad mood today?" Amelia chuckled, playing with her hair.

"I think Ron hates me!" The bushy girl complained, shaking her head, disconsolate. Amelia was trying her best not to laugh, but seeing Granger so annoyed was too funny. "Well, then welcome to the 'Ronald Weasley enemies club'."

Granger emitted a fake giggle, using a red hair clip to tie up a few strokes of her golden hair, making her look very cute - no, no, not cute, just... Granger, she looked just like Granger.

Amelia's cheeks reddened, and she diverted her gaze from the ice princess to the enormous book that was only expecting to be finally used by her after an entire morning. Hopefully, inside it, she would find that might get Buckbeak out of trouble.

"He believes that Crookshanks has killed Scabbers," Granger mumbled, catching Amelia's attention. The brunette arched a brow, and the older girl went on, explaining further the story, "he is convinced that the blood he saw on his bed when he woke up was Scabbers' and that my cat is the murderer. I haven't had peace since breakfast."

"I can't believe that you, Miss logic, didn't tell him that there is no evidence of this alleged assassination."

Granger began to beautifully write something down on a piece of parchment, "Miss logic?" She asked, smirking.

"Oh, I have plenty nicknames for you, my dear," Amelia replied, her lips quirked upwards.

That picked up Granger's interest. "And is there a chance you will tell me?"

The young Black took notice of how the older girl was able to do so many things at the same time; she was reading, writing, listening to her, talking to her... she was all the opposite of Granger, being able only to do one thing at a time, but that wasn't a surprise, Granger's brain functioned better than anyone else's.