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Just A Penniless Writer

Pointless drabble.
Pairing: Hermione/Theodore Nott
Summary: Harry, meet Theodore.

"Really, Harry, once you know Theodore better, you'll know that he and I are quite well matched. He's really quite brilliant, if a bit lazy, though I am working on improving that. In fact, I'm sure you'd get along famously, even if he doesn't talk that much about Quidditch. And I know he's a Slytherin, but really, he never insulted us or caused us any harm, and you know what the sorting hat says about unity. He grounds me very well, has better logic than me really, and is even helping me write up the House-Elf Abuse Prevention Act. We never get into any big spats like Ron and I did, and he's always watching out for me. I can actually have conversations with him, Harry! I know you don't trust Slytherins and I know his father was a Death Eater, but really, a son cannot be held accountable for the sins of the father. Could you give him a chance, for my sake? Please?"

Harry wasn't sure he had actually processed a third of Hermione's ramblings, but he understood the basic idea. The slouching seventh year behind her, who looked distinctly uncomfortable, was her new boyfriend, and she sought approval. After the massive breakup she'd had with Ron, he supposed she was only trying to ensure she didn't lose his friendship as well. Of course, why her choice of boyfriend would concern him was still questionable. It wasn't until he noticed the Slytherin crest on his well tailored and crumpled robes that it suddenly made sense.

Hermione held her breath as Harry suddenly straightened out of his glazed slump to approach Theodore with a curious expression. For his part, Theodore uncomfortably rolled his shoulders back in an attempt to look a bit less reclusive.

"So," Harry began, fixing his eyes on those of his formerly unknown classmate. "Who are you?"