Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XVI. The Girl Who Noticed

"Where'd you want to go?" Harry asked, they're flying above the clouds. Hermione clutched tightly on his waist, her nails digging in the fiber of his jumper.

"I-I'm s-scared of-- of heights, please bring me down," Hermione pleaded with her eyes shut.

"You think I will let you fall?" Harry scoffed.

"You already did," Hermione murmured although Harry didn't heard her properly because of the strong blow of the wind.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," Harry raised his voice in case she can't understand him.

"I said I want to go home!" Hermione yelled on his ear.

"Alright! I'm not deaf!" Harry pulled his broomstick and dives downward. "Hold on tight!" he screamed.

They landed in front of the two-storey house of Granger's family.

"I think we're here," Harry said, finally feeling the pain caused by her tight grip.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, astonished since she had never mentioned her address to Harry before. "How'd you know?"

Harry snorted as they hopped from the broomstick, "Me and my colleagues are not just picking random victim for the whole term, we're conducting a vast research about that certain person. Which includes, you of course," Harry proudly explained.

"Great, worse than a staker, you are." Hermione shrugged. "My wand please,"

"Oh, I forgot. Sorry," Harry get the spare wand from his pocket and hand it to her.

She accepted it with a sly grin across the face, her eyes narrowing at him.

"What?!" Harry scoffed.

"You're saying sorry a lot. I'm starting to assume that you're already changing," Hermione chuckled as she pointed her wand on the door knob and muttered "Alohomora,"

"Why it's such a big deal?" Harry grunts before they entered inside the house.

"Because for people like you and Draco, sorry is such a precious word." Hermione pressed on the switch as they were engulfed by the light.  "My parents aren't around, they're spending Christmas with granny in Greenland." she pull off her coat and hang it on the rack nearby.

"So I'm trapped here with the girl who's eminently good at spells and fancies me so much," Harry taunted as he slumped down on the couch.

"And who gave you the idea that I fancies you, Mr. Potter?" Hermione rolled her eyes, she heads to the kitchen to get them something to warm their stomachs.

"Haven't I mentioned that I'm particularly good at guessing?" he answered as he kick off his shoes and lie down against the soft material.

Hermione came, holding a tray of cookies and two cups of hot tea. "But you haven't figured out the feelings of those people you bullied before," she snapped seriously.

"I prefer to call it a test." Harry retorts, his pupils seems to dilates which was utterly intimidating. "Weak people shouldn't have a place on this earth. They are the reason why bullies exists," he said.

"Ironic 'cause I don't see any circumstances to consider bullies as strong or superior ones." Hermione squinted as she took a bite on her cookie.

Harry's jaws tightened, he hates the feeling of being guilty about something that was really true. "I don't know where you're leading this conversation Granger. As much as you want to prolong this, I'm afraid I have to depart now." he casually said and about sits up when she spoke again.