Brown eyes, grey eyes. Dramione fanfiction

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It was a new year, and the great hall chattered endlessly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were among them, eating happily.

"Another year," Hermione said cheerily.

Ron sighed. "Yes. Too true."

"Aren't you happy?" Hermione asked.

Ron glared at her. "No!"

"Well, ok," Hermione said. "You don't have to be like that... how about you, Harry?"

Harry grinned. "I'm away from the Dursleys, that's all that matters."

Hermione smiled at him. "See, Ron? You don't have to be so negative."

He glared at her.

"Ok, fine, I didn't say anything."

Hermione woke up the next morning in a very cheery mood. She loved the first days of new years. It was the most wonderful feeling to open her new books, smell their brand-new book scent, put her books in her backpack, wake up beside Parvarti and Lavender, seeing Hogwarts again, and even that nervous feeling that trickled down her back. That's the way Hermione was, and she couldn't help it.

She went down to breakfast, and found Harry and Ron there.

"Good morning!" she said happily, sitting down next to them.

"Morning," Ron mumbled, picking at his bacon.

Hermione glanced at Harry. He shrugged. "Ron doesn't like the first mornings," he whispered.

Hermione nodded, and loaded her plate with mashed potatoes. "What do we have now?" she asked, seeing Harry was checking his time table.

He groaned. "Potions."

"Oh," she said sympathetically. "Don't worry, Harry. It won't be so bad."

He glared at her.

She shrugged. "Or maybe it will."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked towards the dungeons. The dark, twisting hallways were damp and chilly. When they came to the corridor outside potions class, they found a familiar scene: Slytherins leaning against one wall, Gryffindors leaning against the other. The members of each house glared at the members of the other house defiantly, as if daring each other to say something, or do something.

They walked ahead, and as they passed Draco Malfoy, he took out his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Accio glasses!" he whispered.

Harry's glasses shot into the air and into Draco's hand.

"Give them back, Malfoy," Harry said, turning around and bumping into Ron.

"What? This?" Draco sneered, dangling the glasses between his fingers.

Pansy Parkinson giggled.

"Now," Hermione hissed, getting out her wand.

Draco smirked. "What will you do, Mudblood?"

Now Ron got out his wand, and pointed it at Draco.

Right at that moment, Snape came, and saw two Gryffindors pointing their wands at a Slytherin.

He shook his head, smiling unpleasantly. "My, my," he said in a dead whisper. "What do we have here?"