“So, shall we?” said Hermione, offering her hand to a smirking Cormac.
“Oh, but of course my beautiful lady!” he said, taking her hand, intertwining their fingers making the girl smile widely while their hands were stretched in front of them.
“Well, this could work out!” mumbled the girl under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh nothing... just... never mind!” Hermione said, still holding tightly to Cormac's hand.
They entered the library, hands still intertwined, they saluted Mrs. Irma, who greeted them with a warm and friendly smile accompanied by a wink, so small it was nearly invisible. The pair found an empty table which seemed older and rustier than the others, and pulling back their chairs in order to sit, they frowned with every little squeak coming from the friction of the floor and the chair. Cormac and Hermione glanced over at the librarian, giving her a small smile once again, sat down and got straight to work.
“So... you got anything?” asked Cormac, obviously having no ideas at all on the topic.
“I have something, but it's... mad!”
“That's what we want, don't forget that!” that was all the encouragement Hermione needed.
“I was thinking of pumpkins. Carved pumpkins with various faces and styles all over the castle voted by the students, I'll get to that later. Each pumpkin will have a little note inside it and that note will be part of a riddle that has to be solved in order to reveal a really spooky surprise which will be inside the castle, but not only spooky, but scary too.”
“What about first and second years? Aren't they a little too young to be dealing with that kind of stuff. And there will be surprises... I'm sure many will faint for various reasons, most of them leaving their traces back to the war.”
“This would happen either way, and Hogwarts is expecting an ass-kicking dance, not some kind of fancy little ball where we could all practice our waltz skills! And those kids have survived through a war, they have seen the worst things a child could see, if not even more, and their childhoods have officially been ruined. Why not get back at what they used to have, before Voldemort took it all away?” said Hermione, and even though she was whispering one could hear her heartbeat and the passion over-flowing her mouth.
“Wow, chill! I just said-”
“I know what you said Cormac, and I respect it, but don't I have a point?”
“Seems like you did change after all... Unless I wasn't aware if your talent in persuasion.”
“There was a debate club at France.” the girl replied simply, regaining her composure.
“Um... so, I'll think and see what of what you proposed can actually happen and I'll get back to you, OK?”
“Are you implying that my thoughts are not realistic?” said Hermione with a small, almost invisible smirk on her face.
“Oh no, I didn't mean to-”
“Come on Cormac, I'm kidding. Just talk with McGonagal -she's Head of your house after all- and send me an owl or something to schedule our next meeting.”
“Sounds cool. I'll do.” and with those simple words they headed towards the Slytherin Common room, and then Cormac would head to his own Dorm.
“Oh, and Hermione?”
“You'll always be a Gryffindor deep inside and to all of us. There's no reason to feel like you just don't belong anymore, just because you sleep somewhere else and you have different classes doesn't really mean anything...” said the boy looking over his shoulder while the girl had been looking at him the whole time. His voice was warm, soft and reassuring, just like Hermione remembered Gryffindor.
“But Harry and Ron-”
“They're just missing you too much, there's nothing personal. I've talked to both of them, and they said pretty much the same things. How they miss you and how they wish you hadn't gone to Slytherin and how they can't sleep at night knowing that you're not there and that they've been so horrible to you. Okay, maybe I haven't talked to them, they were talking to Ginny about it in the Common Room, but I was right next to them. And you've heard nothing of this from me!”
“Of course I haven't! I don't even what you're talking about.” replied Hermione with a wide smile formed on her lips.
“Good. See you! Sweet dreams!” said Cormac with a warm, crooked smile and a wink as he left.
“You too!” and then Hermione said the password and as she closed the door behind her, she laid her body on it and smiled kind of mischievously, while biting her lower lip.
“Did you two hooked up or something, 'cause it definitely looks like you my friend just got some... OW! Woman! Kissing, I meant kissing!” said Draco as he saw his friend's face and as he got punched in the rib-case by Pansy who was anxious to know what happened but didn't show it to Hermione in action. The only thing that gave her away were her eyes, burning with a desire to know.
“Yeah, right, kissing!” snored Blaise.
“You guys! Come on! Come here darling and tell us all about it. We're no strangers and it was your first time.” Daphne's voice was heard.
“I didn't have sex!” exclaimed Hermione but she still couldn't get rid of that stupid grin of her face.
“Yeah, right, and I'm the bloody Queen!”
“Oh, Blaise not you too!” said Pansy in clear dismay.
“It's nothing like that... It's just that I just found out that no one hates me. I'm talking about Harry and Ron.” she added once she saw the questioning looks on her friends' faces.
“I told you no one could hate you!” Pansy was apparently the only one who was happy about what she had just heard, since everyone else was wining in disappointment. Obviously, the only thing her fellow Slytherins had in their minds was sex. What could she say though? There's nothing you can do to fight hormone-crazy teenagers, is there?
A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the length of this chapter, but I decided to go at it that way. Short and quickly up-dated. Thank you all guys for your support and please, continue reading, and reviewing; I don't care whether it'a bad comment or not; they both help me become a better writer! xoxo
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