Fostering a Nightmare - Chapter Eleven Sneak Peek
I don’t typically do these, but I’m kind of feeling like doing it. So, here you go, I guess.
Hermione felt absolutely livid. She handed her book to a wide-eyed Ginny, who hastily took it without a word. Then, she grabbed Tom’s wrist and bit out an, “Excuse us, please.”
No one said anything as she dragged Tom over to a small alley in between the book store and the shop next door. Once they got to the alley, he yanked his wrist out of her grasp.
“I’m not a child, you know,” he said coldly.
Hermione waved her wand and cast a quick Muffliato charm. She turned on him and said crossly, “Are you sure about that? Could have fooled me.”
Tom didn’t say anything; he just shoved his clenched fists into his pockets, and glared down at her.
Hermione closed her eyes, rubbed her forehead with her fingers, and sighed tiredly. “What in the world is the matter with you, Tom? What you said back there was completely out of line.”
“Are you sure about that?” he mimicked bitterly.
Her eyes snapped open at him, and scowled. “I know you don’t like Harry, but he’s my friend, Tom. One of my best friends. I don’t particularly care for your friends, either, but I don’t go around saying rude things to them.”
The scowl left Tom’s face and he shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “You could, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”
Hermione groaned out a quiet, “Oh, my God,”, threw her head back to look at the beautiful sky, and silently prayed for patience.