Another month went by and I found it easier knowing Blaise fancied Ginny, not me. I skipped down the hallway happily.
"10 points from Gryffindor for skipping," Snape commented as he passed.
"Okay!" I smiled. Even Snape couldn't ruin my good mood. Harry and Ron trotted up to me.
"Mione I know it's almost Easter but seriously your creeping me out now." Ron said. I began to hum a tune, then started to sing it.
"I'm on the top of the world,
Looking down, down on creation,
And the only explanation,
I can find," Cedric Diggory walked past and put in,
"FIND!"
"Is the love,
That I've found,
Ever since you've been around,
Your love put me on the top of the world!" I sang.
"10 points from Gryffindor for singing." Snape walked back past me.
"Sorry!" I half sang, half called, "Why are you pacing?" he looked at me.
"I am not pacing, Miss Granger I- Shoo! Go on, shoo! Get out!" he ushered us out. I looked back and saw he and Dumbledore talking earnestly. I smiled to myself. This was evidence. I looked around the courtyard. My smile grew even wider when I saw Draco sitting by a statue. Then I saw Pansy Parkinson draped over him, laughing her petty little giggles. My smile faded.
"...Right Mione?" Harry asked, looking at me. "Mione?"
"I...I..." My voice shook and wavered as my eyes filled with tears.
"Mione!" Ron exclaimed. I felt sick.
"It- I..." I turned and ran. A million heads watched me as I fled.
"Mione!" Harry shouted.
ONE WEEK LATER...
"Sophia?" My father knocked on my door. "Sophia let me in."
"Go away." I told him, my face in the pillow.
"Draco wants to know where you are." he replied.
"I'm in Narnia." I smirkled to myself. Then my smile slid off my face as I remembered him and Pansy. Although it had already been a week, I couldn't shake the feeling I had when I saw Draco and Pansy together.
"Then how come I can hear you? he asked, "Sophia what's wrong? Let me in."
"No! Leave me alone." I shouted.
"Fine. Alohamora!" the door burst open. I looked at him through red eyes.
"Bursting my door open isn't leaving me alone." I stated. He chuckled, and sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Darling what's the matter?" he asked solemnly.
"Pansy Parkinson's the matter." I replied. He looked at me.
"Come on Sophia, you're better than that. Whatever she said to you, you know your not it." He comforted.
"She hasn't said something, dad, but she's done something," I went on to tell him about her draping herself over Draco. "The worst thing was he seemed to enjoy it!" I wailed. He smirked at me. "Slytherin trait."
"What?" he looked at me.
"That was a Slytherin Trait." I repeated.
"I am a Slytherin." He recalled.
"Fair enough." I shrugged.
"Anyway, it sounds to me like you're a little jealous." He grinned.
"Of who?" I asked.
"Of Pansy Parkinson." He explained. I looked at him and burst out crying.
"I am!" I half screamed, half wailed, "I'm jealous of her because he loves her!"
"Let me get this straight. You fancy Draco Malfoy?" he asked. I nodded, tears running down my face. "And your upset about him dating Parkinson?" I nodded again. "I'm not entirely convinced he's dating her. I'm going to go ask him." He stood up but I grabbed him back, hissing.
"Don't you dare. I don't want him to know. He hates me!" I growled.
"Wrong, he hates Hermione. He feels ve-ery different to Sophia." My father corrected.
"We're the same person!" I reminded him. He laughed and walked out, no doubt to grass me up to Draco. I groaned and sank back into my bed.
"Phia?" came a voice. Draco.
"What?" I asked bordley. He walked over to me.
"Where the HECK did you hear that me and Parkinson were going out?" I turned to him and grinned like a madman. "What?"
"You're not dating her?" I grinned. He grinned back.
"That's what I just said." He smiled. I hugged him lovingly.
"Tu le manqué de moi." I breathed.
"I missed for you?" he looked at me, confused. I laughed softly.
"Non. I missed you." I translated, and hugged him again.
"And all was well in the Riddle household as the truth was uncovered and our lovers Draco and Sophia were reunited with French." A voice drawled from the doorway. I scowled, picked up a fluffy sea foam green pillow and chucked it at my giggling father. "Ow."