DMHG - A to Z.
A is for Acorns.


Tap. Tap. Tap.

Someone was throwing something at her head. And Hermione didn't like it one bit. She sighed and looked towards the Black Lake, the trees whispering in the wind and the forest alive with birds and the call of animals.

It was a late Saturday afternoon at Hogwarts, and Hermione was sitting by the Lake, re-reading Hogwarts: A History. She had no more homework, and Harry, Ron and Ginny had quidditch practice. So all she could do was sit and read.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"What?!" she yelled, turning her head around. And guess who was sitting there? It was none other than the Slytherin Prince, Mr. Draco Malfoy. Oh joy.

He laughed with his cronies and waved sardonically at her, throwing another acorn.

Her hand whipped out and she caught it, rolling her eyes and turning around. Whoever had expected Hermione to have co-ordination had long since been discouraged, but she did. The Slytherin's jaws dropped, but Hermione merely continued reading.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hermione didn't bother with dramatic tendencies; she just turned around and aimed her wand at Malfoy.

"Petrifus Totalus."

The other Slytherins got the idea and scampered off, Malfoy's eyes following them silently, bulging with rage. But alas, he could do nothing as his so called 'friends' deserted him.

Hermione looked at the ground and picked up a pile of acorns that had fallen from the Oak tree above, and taking aim, she began to throw them at Malfoy.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

And Malfoy could do nothing as she continued to pelt him with acorns, smiling at Malfoy's immediate discomfort. Well, it served him right.

When Harry and Ron found Hermione, they blanched. Hermione was sitting beside him, laughing with him.

The spell had long since worn off, and Hermione had demanded an apology from Draco, her wand in his face.

"Sorry," he said, sounding surprisingly sincere, "I didn't want to."

Hermione had scoffed and turned to walk away, when Draco reached out and grabbed her hand, his eyes pleading. She had sat down hesitantly, and they had begun talking.

Harry and Ron struggled to breathe when Draco leant down and kissed her. They walked up to them, their faces furious. Hermione was blushing, and she slipped her small hand into Draco's.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Now that was Harry's foot on the concrete, his eyes demanding an explanation. Draco and Hermione exploded into peals of laughter, tears coming out of their eyes.

Harry and Ron walked away fuming. There was nothing they could do. Stupid, stupid Malfoy. Silly, silly Hermione. Damn those retched acorns.


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