Week 56 at sortinghatdrabs. Six least favourites, :/
Hermione sat at the table calmly, stirring her coffee with her spoon. Millicent – or Milz as they now liked to call her – and Seamus were laughing in the kitchen, which was across from her. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she sat there, listening to their carefree playfulness as Seamus spun his wife around in circles, her grace subtle but noticeable as her straight black hair swayed around her face, her blue eyes alight with joy.
She didn't really know how they really got together, and if anyone had told her even a year ago that Milz; Millicent Bulstrode would've been married to Seamus Finnegan that she would've literally choked on whatever she was eating – maybe even air, which was possible. But when you really looked at them, taking a second look, they were happy.
"It was at the Ministry Ball last year," a soft but deep voice came from behind her, answering her silent question.
Hermione looked around and saw Blaise Zabini standing there calmly as the chatter and music from the lounge and the celebrating guests seemed to just fade away.
His eyes moved to the couple, who were now collecting more plates to bring into the lounge for the guests at their early Christmas party, "I saw them approach each other, it was quite comical really. They had been taking glances at each other for the whole evening. It took Seamus a while to actually get up the courage and walk over there," he continued.
"Was it weird? Seeing them for the first time, I mean," she asked.
"It was a bit of a shocker, but it's their choice really. It's got nothing to do with me."
"You're right," there was a pause, "I can either sit here and ponder over it or I can get up and enjoy the party," she said, mostly to herself.
"Well come on then Granger, let's go."
"How do you know that I'll come?"
"It's my charm," he teased, "But you know it's the right thing to do. Seamus and Milz are happy, and that's all that matters."
Hermione nodded her agreement, "Must you insist on calling me Granger? You of all people should realize my last name is now Zabini."
"You're right Hermione," he said, smirking at his wife and offering his hand.
"I don't understand Millicent and Seamus, but that's alright. I don't understand us either," she said, laughing and taking his hand.
They walked together into the lounge and smiled at everyone, Draco and Ginny sitting in the corner, Harry, Luna dancing slowly in the middle, and Ron and Pansy standing over by the drinks. No one in their group of friends understood any of their relationships, but that was okay. You don't have to understand everything in life; you just have to enjoy it.
Then Hermione decided something which made her red lips curve upwards into a smile and her eyes scan the room once more: Seamus and Millicent would fit in here just perfectly.
So, who likes?