granger
The next days were some of the worse Harry's ever had, at Hogwarts.
He felt like that one time when everyone thought he'd attacked one of his fellow students.except that then, Ron sold with him.
But said stood at a wall with Deamus, they were laughing.
„D'ya want one Granger?" Harry heard Draco joke. „I have tons, my father made them." The thing is, Draco technically didn't know that Hermione knew.
The thing about the thing is that he could guess.
So What Hermione did was simply role her eyes and hide a smile.
It was still a bit weird to look at but he smiled back.
Like, are we talking about the same person here?
"Didn't you forget something, Malfoy?" Hermione hinted silently, looking around at the other people on the yard. She raised her eyebrows signaling.
Draco cracked „but don't touch them! I just washed them," he cleared his throat, „I don't need mudblood touch on them..." he spat.
Harry felt his eyes roll before he decided to. He sighed and grabbed his wand, tiredly raised it, took a breath, switched faces and then stormed to Draco. „Watch it, Malfoy!" He shoved Draco backwards.
„Harry!" Hermione screamed and Harry could practically hear her trying not to laugh.
„Do go on, Potter!" Draco did this thing with his eyebrows, that he knew damn well Harry couldn't resist, „I dare you.." he said less loudly.
Harry bit the smile away. Literally. He bit the inside of his cheek.
His sigh was actually almost shaky. „Damnit, Malfoy." He said silently. So silently he wasn't even sure Draco himself could hear it. He realized he had to do something. Before he could panic, Hermione did this thing were she could practically read his mind and sighed.
„Expeliarmus.." she tiredly cached both their wands with one hand.
Harry couldn't help but think as ever so often; this woman.
He admired her in a way anyone else would believe to be a crush. Anyone who didn't know them.
Even he himself sometimes didn't understand his feelings for Hermione. He just knew that he was so glad she was his friend and, honestly, kind of proud to. Not even of her. But of himself. Because, This is Hermione were talking about?
Everyone had a crush o her one in a life, so there was that. He didn't need to worry about it. Wich sound almost a bit like he wassupressing his feelings or something but he genuinely wasn't.