Kissing Frogs

Allergic Disasters

“So do we look away first?” Blaise asked though his gaze was still fastened on a startled Hermione Granger, rather enjoying the shock on his former classmate’s face.

“No,” Daphne answered immediately, a part of her not wanting to be outdone by the war hero that was now seen as some kind of gift to wizarding kind when much of them sometimes struggled to go to a pub and get fire whiskey without being jeered or leered at in her and her sister’s case.

Draco though didn't hear them because his dark stormy grey eyes met light caramel ones dead on. Brows furrowed, Granger almost looked like she wanted to say something to him but thankfully the man in front of her had said something at the exact same time causing her to look away. Draco honestly preferred to think yesterday did not happen because not only had he seen Granger in barely decent clothes but he had also nearly run her over. That would go well with the new vindictive ministry that had taken its loose hold after the war; the new Ministry would probably love to fortify its actions by indicting him for nearly killing its war maiden. He was only a former Death Eater after all, the details of the act being rather irrelevant when compared to that bare fact.

“She looks kind but somewhat snooty,” Astoria Greengrass added somewhat timidly not sure if she should really say anything or not.

Pansy snorted. “Somewhat? She's thought she was better than us since day one just because she already knew every school lesson by bloody memorizing the stupid textbooks before any of us stepped on the Hogwarts express.”

 
Theodore Nott really wasn't one to talk but he knew that the last thing Gregory Goyle and Cynthia needed were for the bitter emotions to be brought up to conscious by the female third of the Golden Trio.” I think we have established that the female in question is Hermione Granger.” Theo finally said.

“Do muggles really wear clothes like that?” Blaise interrupted him almost fascinated by Granger’s attire despite having seen Cynthia in somewhat familiar clothes just the fact that it was Granger of all people!

Exchanging one subject for another, the females at the table began their breakdown of Hermione Granger’s attire, in which all the males groaned.

Draco just wished and hoped that Greg and Cynthia would be there soon.

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“So Mom says you’re a chemist?” Peter began having remembered all the points his mother had told him to bring after he  told her that he honestly had no idea what to talk about with Hermione.  Their history only went so far…summer school when they were kids.  One could only talk about that for so long before feeling the need to crawl under the table and escaping.

Hermione glanced away from her glass of water, having been rather fascinated by the single melting ice cube.  Watching the thaw of the ice cube had helped her not think about her former classmates… sitting just meters away from her.  She didn’t like to think she was arrogant  but the hair prickling on the back of her neck told her, they, at least some of them were talking about her.  “Yes…” Hermione drew out the word. 

“Cool…” Peter did the same, the awkwardness lingering in the air, stretching across the room. 

Hermione resisted the urge to glare at the laugh that could be heard a few tables away.  A laugh that she could unfortunately recall vividly as well as pinpoint just who it was from. 

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“Pansy,” Theo sighed, rubbing the side of his temple while Draco scooted his seat away from Pansy’s and closer to Daphne’s. 

“I’m sorry but,” Pansy tried to chortle her laughter.  “This is rather entertaining.” She said rather loudly because Hermione Granger’s head shot their direction, her light brown eyes peering at them.