Colorblind || Pansmione ||

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Hermione Granger

She slowly looked up. She seemed surprised and disgusted seeing me. "Can't you sit somewhere else." She said. "There's no seats left." I stated. "I can see that, miss Mudblood. I meant the floor." Parkinson scoffed. I swallowed the urge to punch her in the face and instead grabbed her bag and dropped it on the floor. I sat down as she sighed and moved her bag under her table. "You know that insult is getting old." I mumbled. "Whatever." She replied. I wanted to sit next to her about as much as she wanted to sit next to me. But I was unfortunately held up in the corridors by a few first years and now all the other seats were taken.

"Listen up Class." Mr Wilson, the music teacher, started. "Today you will al continue on your product. I'll be walking around the classroom to answer questions and see how far you've gotten. Good luck." He said. Immediately chatter started all over the classroom. Noises of people standing up and getting their instruments. I sighed. I finished my product ages ago. I got an O, obviously. I watched the kids around me. Neither Harry or Ron had chosen music and I honestly didn't have much other actual friends. A girl named Susan was playing chords on a guitar and humming along. I want to play the guitar... I noticed Parkinson staring at me. "What?" I asked. She quickly turned away. I watched as she held a hand through her hair.

She returned to her work. She was working on a cover of "here comes the sun" originally by the Beatles. "That's really good." I said after looking at the work for a while. Parkinson looked at me and gave me a faint smile. "Thanks." She mumbled. I smiled back and watched her add a few notes. "You made it into a duet." I noticed. Parkinson looked up again. "Yeah... I like it when to voices merge together. When it's the right voices they melt and that's just beautiful." She said, lost in her thoughts. I smiled again. "I'm getting some serious soulmate vibes from you here." Parkinson chuckled. "Yeah that soulmate thing seems bullshit to me." She then said. I answered witha grin. "Same" I then said. "Besides, I probably don't even have one. I don't have a heart someone could love."

I watched her work in silence. I kinda felt bad for her. It must be a lonely world without loving people. I've seen her parents once, they seem like cold people. My parents aren't the greatest, but I can't imagine being raised by people like them. I sighed. Nowadays when a kid is sorted into Slytherin, people boo... Parkinson grabbed her guitar and played a few notes to make sure they were right. She smiled when they were. She has a beautiful smile...

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