Breaking tradition

It’s not epilogue compliant. Characters might be a bit OOC, just a warning.

Anyways, characters do not belong to me, sadly.

Breaking tradition

She burst through the doors of the Great Hall, her breathing coming out in huffs, her cheeks flushed and her eyes flashing in anger. She couldn’t believe the nerve of them. Who did they think they were to tell her what to do? How dare they? He thought that just because he was Harry Potter she was going to let herself be controlled by him? And Ron as well! She thought to herself, her whole body trembling with anger, her hands clenched into fists on her sides, longing to connect with certain best friend’s faces.

She could hear them as they followed her, shouting out her name, and that she should hear them out.

Hear them out! Please, her head was already too full of their prejudiced words as it was, she thought angrily.

She could see people staring at her, but she kept going, the two idiots following after her.

“C’mon ‘Mione, you can’t be thinking about going to talk to him! Now that we talked to you, you’re supposed to stop talking to him. He is a pureblood fanatic git, remember?” That was Ron. Of course, she thought shaking her head, and what was it with that stupid nickname? Hadn’t she said to them dozens of times already that she hated it?

“He is right you know ‘Mione. You just can’t go around being friendly with Slytherins!” Harry said in agreement with Ron.

That was obviously a mistake. Hermione whirled around so suddenly both boys nearly ran into her.

“Excuse-me?!” She didn’t even try to keep her voice from rising; right now she just didn’t care about the fact that all of the Hogwarts’ students were watching the fight with much interest.

“Did you just say that I can’t do something?” She took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders as she fixed her most furious glare on the two boys that were starting to cower at the look on her face.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare patronize me Harry Potter. Who do you thing you are to tell me what I can and can’t do, huh? You think you can just go ordering me about? Well you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll do whatever I want to and be friendly to whomever I want to be, and do you want to know what you are going to do about it?” She shouted at the grimacing boys “Nothing! Because there is nothing you can do. Because who I decide to be or not to be friends with is none of your business! Got that?” As a last thought, she added “And don’t call me that!”

She finished her loud speech that could have rivalled one of Mrs Weasley’s howlers, and sending another glare towards the infuriating boys that looked like they were just about to start arguing ( really, had they no self-preservation instincts?) she turned around and started walking towards the Gryffindor table. She stopped however when a drawling voice came from the Slytherin table.

“Oi Granger, since you’re tired of your idiot friends, you should come and sit with us” a voice she recognized said. She turned around on her heels. It was Draco Malfoy. She let out a relieved sigh.

Any time before this year, nobody would have believed it, but after the war, Draco Malfoy had changed a lot; he wasn’t the only one either, many of the Slytherins had ‘reformed’ in a way and although ‘nice’ was a word she would never use to describe them, they actually got along pretty well with the other houses. Ron and Harry though were set on their ways and just couldn’t believe that anyone could change so much; hence their fight. Draco Malfoy’s transformation had been by far the most surprising, and striking. It had also been the one the boys found the hardest to understand. Free of his father’s control now, he was a lot humbler than he was before, still cunning and sneaky, sure, but not in a malicious way anymore.