Chp 21

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Hermione's Pov

I shook my head and looked over at the new silver cage in the corner of the room next to the kitchen window. Malfoy must have added it to the room last night for the owls.


I was worried that the room would have attempted to mix the two house colors together or something. Instead, it turned out to be a lovely dark aesthetic. It was actually quite nice that we were able to change the room to better suit our needs.


If only my own mind would work that way.


Since his mentioning of Parkinson, I couldn't help but feel a bit irritated. Why was it a surprise that Malfoy would make his side-piece the other prefect?


I guess some things didn't change after all.



He was still looking at me, and despite making sure I looked okay before coming downstairs, I still felt gross for some reason. My hair was fuzzy and my attire hadn't changed much since the encounter that we had yesterday morning.


Unlike Ginny and I, the other two were already dressed. Blaise was in his school uniform from last night and Malfoy was wearing a white jumper with a black pair of jeans.


It was weird seeing him dressed in anything other than either his robes or a suit. He almost looked normal.


My eyes quickly made their way down to the counter. 




The food Blaise had prepared was actually quite good. Ginny seemed to really enjoy it as well, having only needed a few bites to eat it all.


I smiled to myself as I watched her. 


It must just be a Weasley thing.



"Here," Malfoy said, waving over the two cups of tea he had been working on. His eyes were still on me, but not in a way that I was used to seeing. He looked concerned.


I took a sip and set the cup down on the counter, "The tea and food are great, thank you both for making it."


 Ginny hummed next to me as she took a sip of the tea as well. "What she said," she sighed, gesturing to the area Blaise had been cooking, "I haven't had something like that since Australia."


Blaise smiled and looked between the both of us, "Well I'm glad you like it." The dishes disappeared with a snap and reappeared on the drying rack beside the sink. "Cooking is something I enjoy doing."


"Well, I like eating," Ginny laughed, spreading her arms.


"I noticed Red."


I sighed and looked over at the window. 

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