It was time for potion class with Professor Snape. Nobody in Gryffindor liked Snape, and Snape didn't like anybody in Gryffindor. Potion class on wensdays was always with Slytherin, which meant Hermione was stuck with them calling her names, laughing behind her back and shouting at her.
She slowly walked into the classroom and found a place to sit, there weren't many people, which meant she was early.
"She looked so dumb, you should've seen her face, Blaise." A voice from a little far away said.
"I was there, and she didn't look dumb at all, I actually felt bad for her, what Draco said wasn't true."
"Don't say you felt sorry for the mudblood."
Hermione turned around and saw Pansy and Blaise entering the room. Pansy stared at her and sent her a mocking face. They sat down a few desks behind her.
"That mudblood shouldn't even be at this school." Pansy said and waited for Hermione to react.
Breathe. Breathe. She's just a dumb brat. Breathe. Don't take it personal. She's just jealous. Breathe. Don't answer. Let it go.
"Pansy, shut up!" Blaise spat.
Wait, was Blaise defending her? She thought but was distraced by Harry and Ron walking in and sitting down beside her. Snape came walking in seconds after.
"Turn to page 394."
The time passed by, really slow. It was about half an hour left. Hermione searched the classroom to see if she could find Draco, but there was no blonde, handsome guy to see."Excuse me, Professor. May I use the bathroom?" Hermione asked.
"No. Pay attention instead of trying to find Mr.Malfoy."
The slytherin part of the class was laughing, her face turned red.After class was lunchtime. Hermione ran to the gryffindor table and saw that the only one of her friends that were there, was George.
"Hello there Granger."
"Stop being silly, George."
"Or should I say, miss Weasley."
"What?"
"I heard about my brother taking you to the ball."
"Oh, I totally forgot that."
"Good thing I reminded you then." He said and blinked with his left eye.
"Who are you going with? And how do you guys know there's going to be a ball, when no one else has heard of it?"
"Let's just say we got our sources. I'm not sure who I'm going to ask."
"What? The George Weasley dosen't know who he wants to ask? Hermione said and giggled.
"I'm considering Angela, but I'm not sure."
"I'm sure she'll say yes if you ask her."
The table was suddenly full of food.
"Ah, how much I love magic and food." George said.
"When will this ball be, if it's even true, and you're not lying just to trick me."
"I think it's in about two weeks."
"And they haven't told us anything about it?" Hermione said confused.
"They are going to announce it on friday."
"It's not because of an other triwizard tournament, is it?"
"No. I don't think that will be put up for a long time, not after what happened with Cedric and the Voldemort thing."
"Good, I was getting afraid it was because of that. Last time we had a ball was because of the triwizard tournament."
"I do remember Granger, it's only two years ago."
"I think most of my memories from that ball is bad. Ron kind of ruined it all."The others came quick after Hermione and George had talked for a while.
"What took you guys so long?" Hermione asked.
"Reading." Ginny said.
"Studying." Harry said.
They were both blushing.
"No, wait. Ginny, why is your hair such a mess?" Hermione asked.
"Harry, I see you forgot to button many of your buttons." George then said.
"Were you two screwing around?" Hermione said and laughed.
"Uh, no not at all." Ginny said and blushed even more, if that's possible.
"You were!" Hermione said.She was about to continue asking when Draco entered the great hall. He looked trough the crowd until he met Hermione's gaze. He turned around and walked quickly away.
"I'm full guys, I think I'll head out for a walk." She hesitated.
"I'll join you." Ron said.
"No." She answered and walked away.As she came out of the great hall, she saw him. Not much of him. Just a little piece of his blond hair. She followed him.
I just want to take a moment and remember the amazing Alan Rickman, who played Snape. Rest in peace ❤️❤️❤️
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Habits of my heart - A Dramione story
FanfictionIf he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win. - Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things