Muttering. From behind her. Low, indignant, and full of ink-related venom. Pansy Parkinson was getting louder. Hermione didn't turn around, of course. That would ruin it. But the growing frequency of the mutters was becoming a class soundtrack in both Runes and Arithmancy… The pen.
"Which. Planet." He spat the word like it was a hammer. Her confusion was genuine now, unfeigned. "Planet? As in—other planets? People live on them?" Roslin's brows knit. "Of course." Hermione froze. The words rattled her poise. "Of course?" she echoed, her voice catching just slightly.
Two weeks later, Draco engineered one of his many confrontations with Potter, and Pansy fired the first verbal insult at Granger. Bless her bushy hair, Granger fired back. The legendary rivalry between Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger bloomed to life.
When Dumbledore said, "The power he knows not was Love," Harry had a meltdown. What was he to do, hug that monster to death? Sort of a crossover with Star Wars, just tagging it as a Harry Potter story. Drabble…
4th year and Daphne can't keep her eyes off Hogwarts brightest witch, and maybe, just maybe, she will go to the Ball with her. *Edit* Changed the layout, hopefully the story flows better.