Crossed Paths (A Dramione Story)

A/N :: Dedicated to rebeccadevore! :)) Because she commented two minutes before i was gonna update ! HAHAH .. I found it funny LOL <3

So anyway guys, this is kinda hard and a bit corny but I'll be glad that you appreciate it just the same. I love you ! My readers ! :***

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“You sure you’re not coming? You could do some relaxation, you know.”

Hermione waved at Harry as they exited the Great Hall toward the marble stone steps on their way to Hogsmead with Ron and Neville.

“No, I really need to get on with some things.”

“You work too much, you know that? I’ll take back loads of sweets from Honeydukes for you.”

“Sure, where’s Luna and Ginny?”

Harry grinned at the other two.

“They’ll be perfectly fine without us.” Ron said.

“Okay, bye! See you tonight.”

“Bye!” they shouted back.

Hermione turned around walked silently towards the library where she plans to spend the rest of the day. Madam Pince was in an outrage when she arrived, although she always has been but smiled as Hermione passed and asked her if she could camp out in the library for the whole day.

“I’ll be at the corner, Professor.”

“Yes, yes … Miss Granger, if you ever need anything.” She said, eyeing her carefully.

Hermione nodded and walked up at a small table perfect for a person who wants to take up loads of books and read.

She left her bag and started searching through the whole library about Magical Creature rights. She was still preferred to stand up for S.P.E.W. and add to the contribution for elfish welfare.

After gathering up almost all of the books in the section, Hermione sat down silently and started reading and scribbling down notes about everything she could muster.

All of them had been slaves since the start of centuries; it has been tradition that a house elf must serve only one family throughout the generation.

“What rubbish! I wonder why people can’t see that!” She whispered angrily as she pulled another book from her pile.

After scribbling down loads more about Elfish right, Hermione gave up and decided she needed to get a move on about her charms essay.

She gathered all of her books and placed them where she got it or Madam Pince will haunt her blood knowing that she had ripped, tore, shredded, bended, folded, defaced, disfigured, smeared, and smudged, threw, dropped, or in any other manner damage, mistreated, or showed lack of respect towards any particular book, by now, she would be dead.

Hermione silently laughed at the idea of Madam Pince about books, but like her, Hermione would’ve hex anyone ripping, tearing, shredding, bending, folding, defacing, disfiguring, smearing, and smudging, throwing, dropping, or doing any other manner damage, mistreating, or showing lack of respect towards any particular book.

She walked towards the Charms section, when she passed the door labeled: Restricted Section. She couldn’t help but hear the whispering noise inside the room, making her feel like entering in there.

Hermione’s outstretched hand withdrew as it reached the door knob knowing it was locked, but bright as she was, she could always open it within a second. Hermione sighed and hesitated, she needed to focus on doing her essays.

Every book was on her reach until the only particular one which was on the top shelf. Hermione climbed the ladder trying to get the book off the shelf, with one wrong move; the ladder gave in and before knowing it, she was falling. But instead of falling on the hard floor, Hermione was caught on soft ware arms of someone.

Hermione opened her eyes and was looking towards a boy’s face that she thought she recognized. She stared at the brilliant brown eyes and then leapt up feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I’m really sorry.” She said examining her feet.

“You’re lucky I was passing by,” said a tall muscular voice. Hermione looked up and stared in horror when she saw Professor Claridad’s handsome face.

Professor Claridad looked behind him as he saw Hermione’s expression. “You haven’t seen a ghost have you?” he said snapping his fingers.

“Sorry, professor. And thanks for catching me.” She blushed.