don't close your eyes to deceive
When Hermione first noticed her name once more on the bulletin board as a nominee for Council, she stopped to ask herself a few questions. Wondering, first, if she was prepared to once more give up a good portion of every day to the work that being on such a committee required. Asking, second, if she had ideas that made her the right person for the job, ideas that she would push in the following term, no longer sitting in the background. With both of those being an immediate and resounding yes, she asked herself the last question as she turned away from the sign, a small and nervous smile on her lips, that of who she wanted to talk the matter over with. Who she would run her ideas by, making sure that she didn't miss any glaring flaws before taking them to the podium. Assuming that she'd find enough signatures to make it on.
Harry and Ron might have been the first thought that came to her mind, but it was one that she quickly discarded; the boys had lost themselves in recent weeks to the formation of Quidditch teams, to the excitement over each new hoverbroom that Hermione turned out after class. While she had no doubt that either of them certainly cared for the welfare of the island, knowing how best to protect its interests was another matter entirely. She, too, considered running to Ginny, or Bill, or even Luna, but found herself wondering if it wouldn't be best to first run her thoughts against someone who would be inclined to criticize, to poke holes in her logic, to find reasons to set her back.
With a small smirk, she shook her head, thinking the answer pretty clear.
Not half an hour later, she stood outside Draco Malfoy's hut, breathing a soft sigh as she raised her hand to rap smartly on the door.
Harry and Ron might have been the first thought that came to her mind, but it was one that she quickly discarded; the boys had lost themselves in recent weeks to the formation of Quidditch teams, to the excitement over each new hoverbroom that Hermione turned out after class. While she had no doubt that either of them certainly cared for the welfare of the island, knowing how best to protect its interests was another matter entirely. She, too, considered running to Ginny, or Bill, or even Luna, but found herself wondering if it wouldn't be best to first run her thoughts against someone who would be inclined to criticize, to poke holes in her logic, to find reasons to set her back.
With a small smirk, she shook her head, thinking the answer pretty clear.
Not half an hour later, she stood outside Draco Malfoy's hut, breathing a soft sigh as she raised her hand to rap smartly on the door.