Chapter
14
Tragic
Candy
The next Saturday
morning the castle was abuzz. A trip to Hogsmeade was to be allowed that
day, and the
halls were filled with senior students who had changed into muggle clothes
for the
weekend. As
Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione finished up breakfast, a loud magnified
voice
echoed through
the castle.
"Students who
are not going home for Christmas are to come to a meeting in the Great
Hall ten
minutes before
dinner."
Hermione, dressed
in a black skirt and a grey off the shoulder top, listened carefully and
turned
to the others.
"I suppose
a lot of students are staying here these holidays because of that magic
summit in
Canada. Funny,"
She grinned slightly, "My parents are in Australia for an International
Dentist's
Conference.
I'll be staying too." Hermione was still quite mad at Ron, but she showed
some
signs of recovery.
Colour had returned to her cheeks, and she actually laughed at a few of
Ginny's jokes.
*
In Hogsmeade,
Ginny lead to the way to Honeydukes. It was already crowded with
Hogwarts students
making purchases for Christmas. As she picked up a jar filled with small
red candy
hearts, Hermione heard a familiar voice. She looked up, and that was when
she
saw him. As
usual, he was flanked by his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione's breath
caught in
her throat as she watched him move through the shop with cat-like grace.
His
silvery blonde
hair was still wet from his morning shower, and he flicked it out of his
eyes.
He seemed
disinterested in everything, unlike his companions, who sampled everything
available.
"Come on guys
let's go." Hermione muttered, not taking her eyes off Draco's face. His
black pants
and shirt were a contrast against his pale skin and icy blonde hair. Feeling
quite
light-headed
and with legs like jello, she followed the others to the Three Broomsticks.
*
The Three Broomsticks
was not as a full as expected. Several groups from Hogwarts were
loudly chattering
away, and a few of the town's people were gossiping at a large table in
the
corner. One
lady could be heard saying how Paris would have been good for Christmas
if
there weren't
so many Muggles. After ordering four butterbeers, the group took a table
next
to the window.
Hermione still couldn't get her mind off Draco, and the way he had looked
in Honeydukes.
Wrapping her hands around her mug, Hermione forced a laugh at Ron's
imitation
of Snape.
Afterwards,
as they made their way back to Hogwarts, Hermione felt eyes watching her.
Then she scolded
herself.
"Get a grip
woman. He's probably off with Pansy Puggy Parkinson. Wishful thinking won't
get you anywhere..."
She hurried to catch up with the others.
*
Draco could
have sworn she'd started to turn in his direction. But, he swallowed hard
and
turned away.
"She probably
won't talk to you until the next millennium. Maybe I should er...move on.
Wait, who
am I fooling? I love her!" He realised he'd said the last part out loud.
Several
amused faces
looked at him, and an old woman nearby muttered something about public
displays of
foolish affections. Draco sighed and leaned back against a brick wall,
wanting
the day to
pass by quicker. Gods, didn't Crabbe and Goyle EVER stop eating?? Maybe
someone should
tell them they look like two tubby trolls. Draco snickered at the thought.
Perhaps his
wicked sense of humour was the only thing that could keep him sane.
"Draco, there
you are! Care for a sweetums-pop?" The annoying scantily clothed Pansy
Parkinson
waved a scarlet lollipop in his face. Draco winced but didn't reply. He
had a
sudden urge
to slap her fiercely. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he would be sent mad
by the end
of the day.
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