Love [Tomione]

Chapter 2 : The last nice guy in Wizarding Britain

SC: WHAT YOU NEED| THE WEEKND

You have friends, Hermione. Candidly, they are the least appealing thing about you.

Lucretia Black. Walking textbook definition of a pureblood woman. Turned 20 years old recently. The only knowledge the girl holds is drinking expensive cocktails and holding extravagant parties to piss off Walburga, her cousin. Best known in her hogwart years for engaging in ' cocaine festivals' . I was surprised to find out she made it through graduation. More even so that she was friends with you.

Isobel Mcgonagall. Halfblood. 28. Married to a muggle. Has a 10 year old daughter named Minerva. The woman strangely envies her own daughter . That should have been enough to turn you away, Hermione.

And Elizaveta Kowalski. American. Half Blood. Heiress of her muggle father's confectionary business empire. Freshly graduated student from Ilvermony. Though the youngest of the group, she directs the flow of your friendship with your two friends. She is blunt. Wealthy. Influencial. I get your terms.

This is where I come in, Hermione. I believe you are much better off without those friends of yours. They control you. They judge you. They even encouraged your stale relationship with the Scamander brat.

Some of them hold influence. Yes but have they ever used it to help you? To help you get a better job? To help you reach your full potential as the witch you are truly meant to be, Hermione? No, no they didn't.

" Wow..." Hermione says as Lucretia pulls out a silver dress out of the box.

" It's absolutely stunning, isn't it?" The girl beams." Hermione you have to be there tonight."

You have overdue client projects to be submitted the day after. Your boyfriend forgot about your dinner night on Friday. But your friends do not care.

Isobel flips her hair. " By the way, Girls.. I have also heard Naomi Selwyn has just gotten engaged. Rumour has it that Michael Crabbe is the fellow. Godric bless her!"

Lucretia pretended to retch loudly while Hermione and Elizaveta wore sore expressions.

" No. Salazar, no!" Lucretia cried. " Ugh, don't remind me during 6th year- I may or may have not seen his package."

" What!" The three of them gasped.

"How small was it?"

"What did it look like?"

"Was it thick or thin? Or actually, don't answer that." Isobel waves it off and takes a hasty bite from her croissant. " How did you even manage to see his--"

Women.Tom thought to himself. Typical. Are you seriously intrigued by this fulfilling conversation you are having with your friends, Hermione hmm?

Hermione and her group of friends met up often at various cafes in diagon alley to spend some time together. Of course, Tom had found a way to tag along behind the shadows. He was pleased that their mini caucus happened on the weekends where he had no work shifts at Borgin's.

I intend to introduce myself personally into your life soon, Hermione. I promise you that. You won't regret a single bit of it.

Her friends usually gossiped. Hermione sometimes engaged in their conversations but most of the time, she would stare into blank space before Kowalski nudged her on the shoulder and asked her for updates on her sad love life.

11.09am.

Tom takes a last sip of his coffee. He gets up. He had a meeting scheduled with Nott, near noon.