Together [HP]

"Are you Krum?" Jacqueline walked in front of Krum, and Krum turned his head. When he saw Jacqueline, he lost his mind for a moment. He quickly adjusted himself and stood at attention with both feet. The heel hits the heel to make a crisp sound.

"I am, are you?"

"A Slytherin who is not very important." Jacqueline said casually, "I apologize if I'm wrong, but your dancing partner today is Miss Granger, right?"

"Have you seen her?" Krum asked nervously, "Hey, Hermione?"

"She was chatting with Harry and Ron." Jacqueline turned slightly so that Krum could see clearly.Krum picked up the two bottles of butterbeer on the table and tried to walk over, but Jacqueline blocked his way. "Don't be so anxious, Mr. Warrior." Jacqueline licked her lips, "There is one thing, I'm curious, I mean, most people in the school are very curious. How did you invite me, our grade' Miss Know-It-All? Besides the library, she's probably only in the Gryffindor lounge, and you," Jacqueline pretended to look Krum up and down, "with all due respect, I don't think you're the kind Someone who goes to the library."

"I invited Hermione in the library!" Krum said angrily, "I go to the library every day just to talk to her!" After he finished speaking, he wanted to walk towards Hermione again to go, but Jacqueline once again blocked his way.

"Look, it's like this." Jacqueline raised her lips slightly, maintaining a soft smile, "I just invited my friend to go out with me. Although it is true that you invited her, but " Jacqueline snatched two bottles of butterbeer from Krum's hand, "Thank you." She smiled at Krum, turned and walked towards Hermione.

"Ron, what are you..."

"He's from Durmstrang!" snapped Ron. "He's Harry's rival! Hogwarts' rival! You, you are..." Ron was obviously scratching his head. , looking for powerful words to describe Hermione's heinous crime, "You are a friend and enemy, and this is what you did!"

Hermione opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"Don't be silly!" she said after a moment, "the enemy! Who is the enemy? In fact, who was so excited to see him coming? Who was it that he wanted his autograph? Who was it?" There is a model of him in the dormitory?"

Ron decided to ignore the words. "He probably invited you while you were both in the library?"

"Yeah, that's right," said Hermione, the flush on her cheeks growing brighter. "So what?"

"How did it happen that you mobilized him for 'vomit'?"

"No, no! If you really want to know, let me tell you, he, he said he came to the library every day just to talk to me, but he couldn't muster the courage!"

Hermione spoke quickly, blushing even more, almost the same color as Parvati's robes.

"Yeah, huh, that's what he said," said Ron tartly.

"Then what does he mean?"

"That's not obvious? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang out with all day... He just wants to get close to Harry and steal information from him, or to get close to Harry and give him Cast a curse..."

Hermione was furious, as if Ron had slapped her across the face.Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"Let me tell you something, he never asked Harry a word, never!"

Ron changed tactics at the speed of light.

"So, he wants you to help him figure out what that golden egg means! I assume you met in a cozy library with your heads next to each other..."

"I never helped him study that golden egg!" Hermione was furious. "Never. How can you say something like that, I hope Harry wins the competition, Harry knows that, doesn't he, Harry?"

"The way you behave is a bit weird." Ron sneered.

"Better than you, isn't it?" Jacqueline walked over from the side, glanced at Hermione, and then at Ron who was furious. She patted Hermione's back lightly. "Besides, I don't remember you defending Potter like this before the first project, Weasley."

"Stay away, Graham! It's none of your business!" Ron took a moment to figure out who was standing before him, and then he yelled, and the people turned and stared at them.

"Why didn't you tell me to stay away while Pansy and I endured Miss Granger's training Potter's Flying Curse?" Jacqueline asked, "Oh, wait, I remembered, Because you weren't in that classroom at all at that time."

"Ron," Harry whispered, "I don't think it matters that Hermione and Krum are together."

But Ron ignored Harry's words.

"At least I don't have any flirts with the warriors from other houses," said Ron.

"The whole Tournament is for everyone to meet foreign wizards and build friendships with them!" Hermione said excitedly.

"No, it's not!" shouted Ron, "to win the game!"

"Merlin, Ron," said Jacqueline a little impatiently, "it's not her fault that she didn't invite Krum before Granger invited her. As long as you two, or anyone in Gryffindor A person who has more eyes and realized Miss Granger's beauty earlier, she won't have to be so accused by you today."

"What about you? Jacqueline, you're still her friend!" Ron growled. "What are you doing again?"

Jacqueline glanced at him, a sneering smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she gently took Hermione's arm and pulled her out, "Let's go, Miss Granger. It's a waste of energy for people who can't tell the difference to continue chatting."

They went around the dance floor and out the door into the hall.

"Thank you, Jacqueline." Jacqueline let out a big sigh as she handed the butterbeer to Hermione, "I can't believe Ron would say that like me and Crewe As if Tom was doing something shady, Merlin's pants, today is the second time I've spoken to him."

"He's just jealous of Krum." They walked slowly down the steps, the fairy light in the rose garden, surrounded by low bushes, ornate winding paths and huge stone statues.There must have been a fountain in the garden, too, for they could hear the splashing of water, and now and then they could see people sitting on carved benches. "If someone said today that they didn't feel a little bit jealous, they would be lying. Half the auditorium is jealous of you being invited by the famous Seeker, and the other half is jealous of having the most perfect Partner's Krum."

"Oh, Jacqueline." Hermione's blushing was about to bleed, she tightly held the butterbeer in her hand, and looked at the stone road under her feet, "You have to stop doing this, I'm not as good as you said .”

"I'm just telling the truth." Jacqueline said softly, glancing at Hermione.She could vaguely feel the heat emanating from Hermione's body.

They walked along a winding path among rose bushes, and they walked to the fountain. Countless fairies landed on the huge statue in the center of the fountain, and there were stars in the sky.

"It's like a fairyland here," Hermione said softly.

"Then you don't mind staying here for a while." Jacqueline winked at Hermione, and sat on the stone platform of the fountain. She reached out and unbuttoned her high-heeled shoes, and put her feet into the fountain. "Come on," she held out her hand, "the water here is warm and there are no people."

"But..." Hermione hesitated.

"It's hard to find a quiet place these days, Hermione," Jacqueline drew out.

"Don't call me that again, Graham." Hermione said, but she walked over anyway and dipped her feet in the fountain's pool like Jacqueline. "It's really comfortable." She folded her arms said with a smile.

"According to what I learned last year about your Muggle world, a well-bred person in this situation should take off her coat and put it on her female companion. However," Jacqueline looked down. Glancing at her only clothing, "Unless I want to be naked, and, luckily, I'm not a Muggle. Flames." Jacqueline reached for her wand from her pocket and tapped the empty Butterbeer in Hermione's hand jar, a small flame rose in it.

"Thank you, my knight." Hermione giggled.

"You're welcome, my lady." Jacqueline put one hand on her chest and saluted Hermione, "I hope I'm doing the right thing. Speaking of Muggles, what's the Christmas present you gave me? Pansy and I researched It’s been a long time, where does the sound come from? Why does it sound when I open the box, but disappears when I close it? And what is that thing that keeps moving?”

"That's the music box and the merry-go-round," said Hermione with a slightly excited smile. "They're things we, I mean, Muggles, used to play with when we were kids. The music box needed batteries to run, but I It's bewitched a little, and it'll last as long as you don't break it. As for the carousel, that's ours and you can only go to the playground."

"What about that music? Does it have a name?"

"Its name is," Hermione stopped there, looking up at Jacqueline, "Adeline by the Water, and it tells a fictional Greek story."

"That must be a very touching story, it sounds very good. Besides, I have been to the playground." Jacqueline said slowly, Hermione looked at her with raised eyebrows, signaling her not to forget what happened to them the year before last , "I mean the Muggle playground." Jacqueline looked down and played with her can of butterbeer. "It was when I was three or four years old, with my parents, in Madrid. I don't even remember , until recently I dreamed of the day..."

"Are you still having those strange dreams?" Hermione asked nervously. "How are you feeling? Is your head still hurting? Is there anything wrong? I think you'd better tell Headmaster Dumbledore, or Graham Professor Tom. Maybe I can look it up in the library." She was about to get up and go out.

"Hey, hey. Relax, relax." Jacqueline smiled and patted Hermione's shoulder. "I'm slowly getting used to them, and they don't happen very often. What's more," Jacqueline said with a sly look on her face. "You don't really plan to go to the library today, do you?"

"What if I really have this plan?" Hermione's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Then you have to give me some time to go back to the lounge and change clothes."

The author has something to say:

Adilina by the water, there is another song in that album, which should be more well-known, the dream wedding.

Don't envy the author... The author is also from Baidu...