Mending Your Heart|COMPLETE

Chapter 60

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Hermione's POV:

I have an itch that needs scratching...and desperately.

I knew I wanted to go see my love (not my useless-waste of space husband, Draco Malfoy, thank you very much.), though I couldn't quite remember who he was.

I frown and gnaw at my lip as I head to dinner. Thoughts spin around my head, and I feel like Sherlock Holmes with his Mind Palace edits. The way his thoughts literally are edited to buzz around his head, I could definitely relate to that as of right now!

I walk into the Great Hall and see people eating dinner. My eyes rake across every table, but they are drawn to the Ravenclaw table.

He's a Ravenclaw...I note to myself. I feel myself beaming instantly, bursting with happiness that I had narrowed it down to a fourth of the school!

Harry runs up behind me and I realize that I've been subconsciously walking towards the Ravenclaw table. A lot of students from Ravenclaw's eyes were on me, though the majority of the hall continued what they were doing.

"Let's go, 'Mione," Harry whispers into my ear.

I pout and let out a smal, high-pitched, dog-like whine. "Fine!" I reluctantly allow Harry to drag me over to the table where my friends all sat.

As Harry drags me over to the table, I take one last longing look at the Ravenclaw table, promising myself I would find my love, even if it was the last thing I did.

I peppily wave at Astoria and Pansy, who share a brief weird look before waving back at me with the same level of enthusiasm.

"Hi!" I chirp, sitting down in my seat. I notice that Draco isn't there, and I beam. "Thank goodness that cockroach isn't here!" I exclaim, grabbing a plate, a napkin, a fork, and a steak knife.

Everybody except Harry and Ginny looked at me as if I had suddenly turned into a crumple-horned snorkack!

"What?" I ask them, giddily chomping into a soft potato. The rosemary flavor bursts through, creating an aura of deliciousness in my mouth. "Mmmmm..." I moan at the taste.

Blaise rapidly shakes his head. "All right. It should be Draco making you moan, not a potato."

I spit all of my lovely potato right onto his face as his disgusting words. "Ew!" I wipe my mouth with a napkin. "I hate-"

"Me. Yes, I know." Draco holds five or six books in his hands and sits down next to me. I shiver in disgust.

"With a burning passion." I finish, not-so-slyly glaring at him because he had interrupted me.

Ron looks back and forth between me and Draco, and I laugh at his funny behaviour. "I thought you two liked each other?" He asks, mouth agape, showing off the chewed food in his mouth. I felt the bile coming up my throat and I resist the urge to retch.

"Hermione," Draco pulls me up, but he's mouthing something to Harry. Harry nods and Draco continues. "Come with me for a second?"

I huff. "No!" Despite my obvious not-consent, he pulls me up and drags me out of the hall.

I scream and I kick, scratch, and slap him, but he is unfazed. His icy glare shoots ahead, into a wall.

Poor wall, nothing and nobody deserves to be glared at by that ugly ferret!