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"Albus ain't here, if that's who you're looking," he said with a raised brow, idly drying a glass with an old rag.

“Hagrid, I have a question.” Hermione is feeling INSECURE, much more than ever. She knows Harry and Ron are annoyed at her because of the Firebolt. But for her, it must have been a danger. She has done what needed to be done, to protect Harry. But of course, the boys don’t agree with her, as it happens most of the time. And there’s also Ron’s rat, Scabbers, who disappeared, and everyone thinks it’s because of Crookshanks. She just feels so sad and LONELY, all the time. It’s good she can talk to Hagrid, at least. “Do you think Harry and Ron will ever forgive me ?” 

One hand grasped at his cloak, the other twisting up around the nape of his neck. She could taste the copper tinge of the blood, her questions forgotten for now though. "Blaise," A breathless whimper against his lips.

On  that  day  inside  an  timing  where  the  library  was  mostly  empty  —  where  she  might  guess  Malfoy  must  be  somewhere  searching  something  about  these  witches  he  seemed  get  attraction  from,  meanwhile  feeling  endlessly  offended  to  found  no  concrete  proof  —  it  was  an  pleasant  moment  to  thoughtfully  recollecting  her  thoughts  over  that  day’s  organization.  Gratefully,  borrowed  Time  Turner  always  managed  to  remain  hidden  in  her  uniform,  when  sometimes,  inside  quiet  moments  like  these,  she  would  contemplating  that  strange  notion  of  timing  :  people  around  her  seemed  connected  to  something  timelime  wise  even  since  she  came  to  use  it  in  class,  remaining  an  discrete  secret  for  having  advantages  to  get  more  knoweldge,  as  timing  itself  seemed  triggered  something.  In  middle  of  handling  responsabilities  on  her  own  side,  she  was  welcomed  with  another  sense  of  responsabilities  …  meanwhile  such  perspective  was  intented  to  be  triggered  towards  her  friends.  Her  attention  over  class  subjects  didn’t  removed  on  her  mind  an  gentle  care  she  would  bring  towards  Harry  and  Ron.  She  needed  to  be  fully  prepared  to  help  them  sooner  and  later,  when  she  knew  her  best  friends  requested  her  opinion  over  their  works  …  or  even  translation  about  one  particular  boy  desiring  for  them  to  understand.  Stopping  a  word  with  the  tip  of  her  feather,  having  couple  of  books  all  around  her,  she  was  trying  herself  monumentally  to  have  this  global  observation  of  a  given  place,  to  study  surrounding  context,  and  weigh  decisions  to  be  made  …  something  she  would  eventually  try  in  class,  where  her  focus  was  more  on  truthfulness  of  knowledge  than  that  kind  of  exercice.  Intellectually,  she  understood  insidious  goal:  to  perceive  flaws  where  they  might  appear,  correct  what  could  be  corrected,  perceive  what  couldn’t  be  perceived  …  like  an  elevated  game  of  a  basic  chess  game  …  a  bit  like  action  and  consequence  of  an  magical  chessboard  but  larger.  A  commitment  also  without  return,  by  no  means  something  one  could  stop  a  game  at  without  naively  hoping  to  be  able  to  stop  outside  world  …  Inside  that  silent  understanding,  maybe,  she  did  lost  time  notion  when  Ginny  appeared  in  her  field  of  vision,  concentrating  on  admiring  books  from  afar,  as  if  she  could  decipher  titles  from  afar.    ❝  Need  special  help  ?  I’m  working  on  my  homeworks,  if  I  can  be  useful  to  you  at  the  same  time  …  ❞    

One  day,  he  didn’t  know  what  he  will  do  to  Malfoy,  but  he  anticipated  he  might  wanted  to  magically  punching  that  boy  in  the  face  —  giving  him  an  particular  spell  he  would  remember  (  when  for  that,  he  would  have  managing  to  success  to  do  them  correctly  and  not  be  lost  halfway  )  …  just  in  case  if  he  dared  touching  his  sister.  At  the  limit,  he  could  dealing  with  possible  horrible  naughty  bullying  he  was  offering  to  himself,  when  his  seemed  an  complete  paradise  compared  to  how  Malfoy  was  unable  to  not  shut  up  about  his  best  friend  …  however,  he  will  emotionally  going  mad  if  he  dared  hurt  her  !  Even  once  !  Even  just  for  one  tiny  moment  when  that  could  be  his  fun  !  He  loathed  already  how  he  always  was  so  prideful  over  his  pureblood  status,  when  even  though  wizards  like  them  were  limited  inside  their  world  ;  social  class  difference  generated  an  endless  disdain  for  their  pseudo  stupid  interests  for  everything  that  was  different  from  them  !  During  an  whole  year,  an  careful  eye  had  watched  over  Malfoy,  been  cautious  towards  his  sister  when  he  feel  in  blame  about  not  be  enough  present  to  her  ….  nevertheless,  watching  from  afar  if  he  wasn’t  mess  up  around  wasn’t  enough  anymore.  He  needed  to  be  sure  his  ’game’  won’t  have  collateral  damage  !  He  was  funny,  Malfoy,  deciding  he  was  going  to  be  nice  by  showing  more  layers  of  nastiness.  Sitting  down  inside  the  Great  Hall,  he  decided  to  be  direct  towards  his  sister.  His  brothers  were  doing  perfectly  by  been  playful  with  him,  and  were  silent  protectors,  and  considering  how  things  turned  inside  an  strange  mess,  it  was  his  time  to  becoming  protector  too  !    ❝  Hey  Ginny,  did  Malfoy  even  dared  annoying  you  before  ?  Never  had  any  unpleasant  remarks?    ❞

Sincere  worries  had  been  following  down.  This  whole  year  had  been  an  entire  mess  generated  by  the  presence  of  an  obsessive  dairy  —  who  must  had  been  going  from  an  outsider  source,  for  wasn’t  something,  considering  the  owner,  that  could  just  showing  up  accidentally  here  —  who  created  consequences  along  the  way  …  He  didn’t  payed  attention  enough,  he  supposed.  Besides,  most  of  the  year  had  been  focused  to  mentally  cope  with  actual  circumstances,  to  overcome  that  inner  fear  he  might  losing  the  only  place  he  was  feeling  safe  …  There  was  no  desire  to  exposing  about  his  main  problem  orally,  even  in  middle  of  his  thoughts,  when  so  far,  he  guessed  it  was  going  to  be  hard  to  removing  himself  of  an  dark  mage’s  ghost  so  easily  !  He  just  wanted  knowing  her  safe  !  Nevermind  that  he  almost  die  again  in  middle  of  an  good  action  …  Though,  last  time  around  such  circumstances  happened,  there  had  been  nobody  to  even  observing  fateful  showdown.  There  was  still  an  emotional  world  between  his  intentions  and  how  he  was  supposed  to  do  that.  It  was  for  this  random  he  showed  an  brightful  expression  and  presence  a  bit  randomly  by  perceiving  her  inside  the  common  room  —  when  he  had  quite  homeworks  to  do.    ❝    Hi.  I  wanted  to  know  if  everything  was  fine  since  …  what  happened.  ❞

Unexpecting  meeting  inside  the  Forbidden  Forest  make  him  questioning  about  that  strange  closed  world  next  door  to  the  school  …  Somewhere,  considering  by  the  name,  they  shouldn’t  were  allowed  to  explore.  Where  there  was  a  terrible  shadow  hanging  around  troubling  current  atmosphere  of  the  forest.  There  was  an  smaller  portion  of  him  who  seemed  deeply  disappointed  to  have  an  strangeness  and  unknown  world  that  cannot  be  touched  —  who  was  simply  there,  who  was  in  front  of  them  …  but  who  needed  to  keep  their  secrets.  Hagrid  was  the  person  he  could  actually  confessing  such  questioning.  He  believed  in  good  faith  of  Dumbledore  to  explaining  why  there  was  established  rules    —  and  won’t  dare  having  Professor  Mcgonagall  wondering  his  personal  interest  —  nevertheless,  he  seemed  as  a  discrete  guardian    …  meanwhile,  with  Hagrid,  he  had  been  the  one  who  actually  making  him  discover  that  wizarding  world  !  Removing  him  from  terrible  context  of  his  ‘home’  by  taking  where  he  was  supposed  to  go.  Why  he  eventually  ended  up  at  Hogwarts  and  was  introduced  to  that  complete  magic  !  He  had  taken  advantage  of  the  opportunity  to  present  himself  in  front  of  his  hut.  Although  the  place  was  small,  there  was  a  certain  comfort,  and  being  still  learning,  there  was  this  feeling  of  discovery.  He  still  had  so  much  to  learn  !    ❝    Hagrid  !    ❞  Possibly,  no  doubt  he  would  have  more  questions  than  just  strange  ecosystem  of  the  forest  …  Episode  of  that  night  had  been  moved  to  a  corner  of  his  mind,  art  of  being  saved  by  coincidence  !