D R A C O / H E R M I O N E D R A B B L E S Title: H i s t o r y o f M a g i c A i s l e
Author: Pippa and Chiara
Rating: G
Word count: 363
And then he was dreaming some absurd dream about Malfoy flirting with Hermione. Harry opened his eyes with a start and saw the sun streaming in through the window. His watch told him he had fifteen minutes to get to class. He grabbed his unfinished Potions essay and raced to the Great Hall.
He spotted Ron, but Hermione wasn’t there.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked Ron as soon as he reached the table.
"Dunno," Ron replied, pouring maple syrup on his pancakes. "Why?"
"I haven’t finished that Potions essay Snape set me for talking in class last week," Harry explained. "D'you think she’s outside the classroom?"
"Try the library," suggested Ron. "She muttered something about stopping there before class."
"Thanks," Harry yelled as he tore out of the Great Hall and to the library.
The library was pretty empty because it was only the second week of school, and only the Seventh years and the Fifth years were studying. Harry decided he could chance shouting. "Hermione!" he called, ignoring the anticipated look of disapproval from Madame Pince. Harry spotted Hermione’s bag on a table near the History of Magic aisle, the least visited section of the library. "Hermione!" he called again, but softer.
"Here," he heard her reply from somewhere among the shelves.
Harry hurried towards the sound of her voice, his Potions essay still in his hand. Draco emerged from behind a shelf a few feet away, fixing his ruffled hair and shirt. He shot Harry a death glare but didn’t comment, and Harry got the impression that Draco was rushing.
"Harry," Hermione said, appearing suddenly from around a bookshelf, adjusting her clothes. "Is anything wrong?"
Harry noticed that she seemed breathless. "Are you okay? Malfoy didn't bother you or anything?"
Hermione blushed. "No, it's stupid really. I was reaching for a book that was out of my reach and fell over," she explained, smoothening her blouse and combing her hair with her fingers. "Now, what did you want to ask me?"
"Oh, yeah. Er, I need help on this bit," Harry said, holding out his paper for her inspection.
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