Charming (Draco x OC)

Three Grumpy Gryffindors

She knocked on the door where a large painting was hung. To my suprise, the paintings eyes flickered down to look at us. "You aren't Gryffindors" The woman in the painting commented.

"No, just visiting! I've injured myself you see, and I'm hoping a friend can help." Luna lifted her sleeve pointed to the bruises on her arm. The painting nodded just as someone opened the door from the inside. A Gryffindor boy I didn't recognise glanced over us with confusion.

"What's up guys?"

"I'm here to see Hermione, is she in?" Luna asked. The boy thought for a moment before closing the door as I guessed he went and checked. A few moments later Hermione opened to door.

"Oh Luna!" She faced back into the room "Thanks Oliver!" and opened the door welcoming us in. The Gryffindor common room, it was darker than the hufflepuff one, but had a similar cosy vibe with a large fireplace surrounded by armchairs big enough to consume you. I could only imagine how nice it would be to sink into those chairs around the fire on a winters night. Luna told Hermione about falling and hurting her side - leaving out the flying horses.

"Oh well I do think I know a spell, but we should check before using it. Can't you go to the ward?" Luna shook her head.

"Nobody is in, probably regaining their energy after all the drama of yesterday. How is Harry by the way?"

"Frustrated I suppose is the best way to put it - nobody seems to believe he didn't put his name in. Do you think anything's sprained or broken or is it just bruising?" Hermione said as she walked up some stairs into another room.

"Just sore and bruised. Aw poor Harry, you can tell him I believe him." Hermione came back down with three of books in hand, looking over them and quickly disregarding one.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that last bit."

"I believe Harry, he really deserves a break this year." Hermione hummed as she looked through indexes, seeming disappointed when she didn't find what she was looking for and moved onto the final book.

"Is this Harry Potter you are talking about?" I asked.

"Right yes! Forgot you aren't usually around. Yeah we are friends with him." Hermione pointed at something on the page "I think this is my safest option." She turned to Luna and told her to lie on her none bruised side and cast a spell over the bruised side of her body. After a few second Luna got up.

"Good as new!" She said.

"Okay but you really should get it checked when-"

"Oh don't worry, I have little baggies to protect me." Luna held up a small sachet, the size of my thumb before slipping it back in her front pocket.

"Since he is not of age, does it mean Harry is eliminated then?" I asked as Hermione piled up her books again.

"No, they say since the goblet chose him he must compete which makes no sense. What's the point of the rule in the first place?" Hermione huffed and disappeared back up the stairs. I hummed in agreement. I tried to imagine what I would have done if my name came out yesturday, but I don't think the realisation would've set in until closer to the first tournament. Hermione bounced back down the stairs.

"Anyway, I haven't asked much about you since we have been talking about Harry." Hermione stated.

"I don't have much to say at the moment, your situations are much more interesting than mine."

Hermione spoke sharp and fast, "They seem interesting from the outside, but from my perspective I spend a lot of time just trying to keep those boys in check and not let them get us expelled."