Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXVIII. Too Much Mischief

Second day in Lovegood's residence.

"Tea anyone?" Xenophilus poked his head between Hermione and Draco who were sitting next to each other on the couch.

"Nope, thanks Mr. Lovegood." Hermione replied wearily.

"Okay, I'll just leave it here." said Mr. Lovegood as he placed the tea pot and cups in the table.

"Where is Harry?" Hermione finally managed to ask Draco after Xenophilus vanished into the kitchen once again.

Draco shrugged, propping himself up. "Bet still in bed, I'll just go join Theo and Blaise play with gnomes. Want to come?"

Hermione's face contorts in a cute grimace, "No. They'll come back anyways, what's the point of evicting them?"

"They will find another vegetable patches to pest, the Weasleys' are the nearest." Draco whispered, winking at her before heading outside.

"That's very savage! Fred and George would just kick them back in here!" Hermione called at him from the open window.

"Then let the football begin!" Draco yelled back.

"Hey that's a muggle sport!" Hermione recoiled on her seat, still wearing her smile. Last night was a great experience, they spent hour just watching the sky together. They didn't have to talk to each other and that was remarkably amazing, she'd never been so comfortable around someone. Draco was truly a friend material type of person, then again, she realized how unwise it was to neglect his friendship with Harry just because of her.

"Another minute and the tea pot will fall in love with you." Hermione straighten her back upon hearing the familiar voice from the mid step of the stair.

She felt her face heating up by just meeting his bright emerald eyes behind those perfect round specs. "Er--I think the tea pot is a she."

Harry forced out a short chuckle as he made it to the bottom step, "She could be a lesbian, who'd know."

Hermione bit her lower lip, mentally telling her heart to calm down as Harry settled next to her. She moved a little bit far from him since the awkward ambiance was already cultivating the room.

"Erm--how's your sleep?" Hermione began, her tongue seemed to roll back to her throat after coming up with the lamest question.

Harry crossed his legs in a manly way before leaning his back against the backrest of the couch, throwing her a sideway glance while a knavish smile slowly creeps across his face. There was something odd about the way he's smirking, Hermione analyzed it for a second but decided to brush it off, maybe shes just imagining his old-wicked-grin before.

"Good, how about you?" Harry retorts in another unusual tone.

"Couldn't be any better," Hermione answered.

There was a series of snort that came from Harry, making her eyebrows to arch up, "What are you sighing at?"

"Nothing, I'm just interested you know. Can you elaborate it more?" now that was purely skeptical.

"Elaborate my sleep? Well, I closed my eyes for a minute and finally drowse off what else you're expecting?" Hermione rebuked, getting annoyed by second.

Harry moved a little bit closer, occupying the small space she allotted, "Didn't you turn very nasty last night, Hermione Granger?"

That's it, Hermione felt the same rage filling her chest, that desire to punch him on the nose until he kneel down to apologize to her. She controlled her sudden fury and moved back, "What are you trying to say, may I ask?"