Beautiful- *ON HIATUS*

Chapter Four

Hermione's POV

My hand snaps back and as quick as lightening, it rebounds off of his face in a painful snap. Fireballs blaze where my eyes are meant to be and a low guttural growl fills the back of my throat.

"How DARE you?!" I scream as loudly as I can, resent clear across my face. Ginny's stares, mouth open in complete shock and I tug on her sleeve. "We're leaving, Ginny." Malfoy's face is a picture, one hand cradling his cheek, mouth gaping and eyes bulging. I turn away, a smirk dancing on my lips at his expression. It looks like it hurt. Good. Shouldn't off kissed me.

It takes us five minutes to reach the ground floor and I spot Luna. "Luna?" I call, something clicking in my head. "Yes, Hermione?" She replies dreamily, skipping in our direction. "You said the Hogsmeade visit was scheduled on Saturday, but it's today," I tell her. "Did I? I meant today. Must be the Blinkies."

"Blinkies?" I raise an eyebrow, curious at the new 'magical' creature she's invented. "Oh yes, the Blinkies mess with your memories and make you forget things for a little while. They're cousins of the Nargles, actually," she leans in eagerly, her ice blue eyes wide with her constant surprised look. I smile, "Well, we'll be off. See you later!" She waves after us and I can't help but giggle. Luna has a way of cheering me up.

Ginny links her arm through mine and we walk a bit more until we meet Harry. Ginny lets go of me immediately and rushes over to him with a big hug and a kiss. My heart melts and I smile again. Apart from Malfoy, my day has been pretty nice. Harry walks over to me and envelopes me into a big hug myself. "You alright, 'Mione?" He grins and I nod profusely. "Same old."

We walk some more (my feet starting to hurt already) and finally the snow sprinkled streets turn to cobbled ones and the shops begin to appear. I head straight to the first shop I see which is one that sells stationary. At home, in the muggle world, stationery is pretty simple. Paper, pens and pencils, rulers and highlighters if you're lucky. Maybe a post it note or a stapler. But in the wizarding world they are completely tricky. You have to find the right quill size or it sits uncomfortably in you're hand. Then there are ink pots,  some everlasting, invisible, colour changing, disappearing, permanent, etc. You have to be careful to pick the right ones. Parchment is one of the oddest things we have to use, well it was when I was eleven. Primary school was just books to write in on ordinary paper but that all changed when I came to Hogwarts.

I step into the shop and browse the aisles. Remebering something about Ginny and Harry having some butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, I take my sweet time, examining each and every single product carefully, I begin to wrap up. Just a few more ink pots and rolls of parchment and I'll be set. My hand reaches up to select a pretty embroidered ink pot that lasts for six months straight without drying out but someone gets there for me. I turn around to scowl at the helper. I may be a girl but I am perfectly capable of picking up an ink pot! "I don't need your help!" I snort indignantly and my gaze settles on the silver grey eyes that belongs to Draco Malfoy. Of course.

"Just helping, Granger. Savour it because it'll never happen again," he smirks. I resist the urge to hurt him. "What are you doing in here, Malfoy? I'm pretty sure that you don't care about school work," I state, glaring at him. Idiot. "Oh, Granger, you undermine my intelligence. I'm just as intellectually gifted as you, whereas I don't brag about it all of the time." My cheeks grow warm as I deny, "I do not brag, I merely answer questions in lessons!" He leans foward until his lips are level with my ears and whispers, "See you later, Miss Know it all."

Oh I am so getting him back.

There you go, Always_a_slytherin here's an update! Merry late Christmas!

Tell me in the comments what you got for Xmas. I got a bunch of makeup and the new script of Fantastic beasts and where to find them.

See you all later, my little apples!