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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, my loves! To make it all better, I wrote a nice long chapter for you!! I really hope you like it!!!!


P.S. Lyrics are from Barenaked Ladies "One Week"


Hermione woke up first the next morning. She stretched out, arched her back slightly and brought one of her arms behind her head. Her hand collided with something soft and she lazily ran her nails back and forth.

Draco, enjoying having his head scratched by Hermione, tightened the arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. He moved his head and nuzzled behind her ear with his nose. “Morning,” he said as Hermione dragged her nails from the base of his neck up through his hair.

Both stilled at the position they were in. Neither said a word as they disentangled their own body parts from one another. Hermione brought her hand back from behind Draco’s head, while he removed the hand wrapped around her. She lifted one of her legs so Draco could remove one of his. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, while Hermione remained on her side facing away from Draco.

“Right, um…” Hermione began.

“Yeah,” finished Draco for her.

The bedroom door opened and Gabrielle came running in. Derek was chasing her, claiming he was going to ‘take her nose’. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh as Gabrielle came running up to her side of the bed.

“Help mummy, please!” Gabrielle begged as she was clawing at the sheets. Hermione lifted her on the bed and flipped her over, so Gabrielle was in between herself and Draco, and now Hermione was facing Draco’s direction. Hermione pulled down the comforter and helped Gabrielle climb underneath it.

Neither of the girls noticed that the boys were plotting on the other side of the bed since Gabrielle pulled the comforter over hers and Hermione’s head.

“Thanks,” whispered Gabrielle as she wrapped her arms over her mother’s neck for protection. The bed shifted and Gabrielle tightened her grip on Hermione’s neck, afraid that Derek was going to get her. Suddenly the sheets were ripped from the bed, leaving Hermione and Gabrielle in the center, exposed to the grinning faces of Draco and Derek.

“Now!” Derek shouted.

Both boys jumped onto the bed and began tickling the unsuspecting girls. Gabrielle shrieked and rolled away from Hermione, who was laughing herself from Draco’s fingers causing havoc on her sides.

Hermione squirmed beneath Draco, who was leaning over her and laughing at her flushed face and poor attempts to stop him. With a shift of her hips, she knocked Draco off balance and he flipped over her and fell to the floor on his back. Unfortunately for Hermione, he grabbed her waist and pulled her down with him. She sat up quickly, straddling his thighs, and looked down at him. Draco was massaging the back of his head, not realizing that Hermione was on top of him.

With a wicked grin, Hermione attacked. She reached down and dug her fingers into his sides right below his ribs. Draco, caught off guard, couldn’t fight or hide his laughter as Hermione got her revenge.

Finally gaining some sort of control, Draco seized her hands and flipped them over, to where he was now straddling her. Lifting himself on his knees so he wouldn’t hurt her, Draco wrapped one hand around both her wrists and held them above her head.

“How,” he said between gasps, “did you know where I was ticklish?” He used his other hand to lightly brush her stomach, so she could still answer him between her giggles.

“Lucky guess,” was all she could choke out. He stilled his hand on her stomach, wondering if this was true or if Blaise and Pansy told her.

Rustling on the bed caused Hermione to look over. It wasn’t until Draco’s nose brushed Hermione’s cheek did she realize their position changed or how close their faces had been. Draco sat up and rose to his knees once more so Hermione could slide her legs from under him and sit against the wall.

Derek and Gabrielle peered their heads over the bed. “Who won?” asked Derek, smirking slightly.

Hermione looked at Draco and then back at the children. “It was a tie,” she said.

“Aww daddy!” whined Derek. “That means you lost!”

“Woohoo!” cheered Gabrielle, jumping on the bed.

Draco shrugged at his son’s pouts and rose to his feet. “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast,” he said as he held out a hand for Hermione.

Derek and Gabrielle jumped down from the bed and ran out of the room.

“Thanks,” mumbled Hermione when she let go of Draco’s hand.

He nodded and headed towards the door, Hermione at his heels. They went downstairs and entered the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley and Ginny sitting down on the table sipping coffee.

“Oh, Hermione dear, Derek and Gabby are in the living room eating their breakfast,” said Mrs. Weasley, smiling at her.

“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley,” replied Hermione as she got a cup for herself and Draco and poured some coffee into both. “So, what are we going to do for Harry’s birthday?” She looked over at Ginny. “Any plans for your man?” she asked, grinning at her.

At Hermione’s other side, Draco snorted. She ignored him and continued to stare at Ginny.

Ginny laughed. “Of course I do, Mione. But I’m afraid those plans cannot be spoken of. They’re highly confidential,” she said, winking at her.

Mrs. Weasley spit out some of her coffee. “Ginerva Weasley!” She eyed her daughter sternly before turning to Hermione. “Well, since Harry is a mature adult, we were thinking of going out. Do you any muggle places where we can have Harry’s party? He really deserves a great one,” she said, smiling widely.

Hermione thought for a moment. “Well, there is this one place in London. It’s called “Juventud Bar”, but I do—” she began.

“Oh that sounds great!” cut in Mrs. Weasley, clapping her hands together. “We’ll go there today! Come on, Ginny. Let’s go sight seeing.” She stood up from her chair and pulled Ginny out of the living room.

Draco watched as Mrs. Weasley and Ginny walked out before turning back to Hermione. “Juventud Bar? What in the hell is that?” he asked, utterly confused.

Hermione sighed. “Well, it’s a really good bar and restaurant. My parents and I used to go there all the time. I just hope…it isn’t closed or anything,” she said, biting her lip nervously. She looked sideways at him. “I wonder who’s invited.”

Draco shrugged and sipped on his coffee. “Weasley’s parents sure are overly excited about Potter’s birthday, huh?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I wish my parents were like that,” he muttered before he stood up.

That caused Hermione to look up. “Draco?” she asked, looking up at him. “What’s happened to your parents?” She furrowed her eyebrows at this.

“What are you talking about?” asked Draco, sitting back down.

Hermione licked her lips. “We haven’t heard anything about them since we got here. Do we not have any connection with them whatsoever?” she asked. “And if we do, how come no one’s mentioned them? Not even Derek and Gabrielle mention them.”

Draco looked down at this. “I don’t know,” was all he muttered before standing up again and walking out of the kitchen.

“What happened to them?” whispered Hermione to herself as she sipped on her coffee.


“Mum, why are frowning like that?” asked Derek as he stared at his mother. He was standing still while Hermione combed his hair. “Are you and daddy fighting again?” He pouted a little at this.

Hermione smiled and shook her head. “No, sweetie. Your father and I aren’t fighting. I’m just thinking about…stuff,” she said, before continuing to comb his hair.

Derek smiled. “Are you thinking about how much you love daddy?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He played with his gold necklace around his neck. “You love daddy a lot, huh?” His smile widened when he said this.

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat. She swallowed the huge lump in her throat. “Y-Yes, Derek. I love him a lot,” she managed to say before putting the comb down. “Now go look after your sister while I change.” She gently pushed him towards the door and walked over to a small closet in the corner.

Derek nodded and closed the door behind him. Hermione skimmed through the closet before she settling with the right outfit. She sighed and walked over to the small bathroom in the room.

Draco sat alone in the living room, thinking. Hermione’s questions about his parents had really got him to think. What did happen to them? Did they not approve of his marriage with Hermione? Were they dead? So many questions popped into his head, making it hard for him to concentrate on the matter at hand: Hermione and him in the future.

“Daddy,” asked Derek as he entered the living room, “where’s Gabby?” He stopped in front of Draco. “Mum asked me to look after Gabby while she changes,” he said, nodding his head.

“She’s outside playing with Harry and Ron,” replied Draco as he stood up. “I’m going to go change as well. Be careful when you leave with them to the restaurant.” He gave a slight nod before heading upstairs to the bedroom. “Mione,” he called while knocking on the door.

“You can come in, Draco. I’m in the bathroom,” said Hermione’s voice from inside the room.

Draco entered the room, closing the door behind him and walking over to the closet. After disregarding most of the clothes, he settled on a casual looking black suit and a dark blue dress shirt. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Yeah?” asked Hermione as she turned off the water.

“I’m going to get changed so don’t come out,” said Draco looking at the doorknob.

“Okay,” replied Hermione before turning the water back on.

Draco quickly undressed, then redressed, deciding against wearing a tie and leaving the two top buttons undone. “I’m finished,” he said while sitting on the bed and tying the laces of his shoes.

“Well you clean up nicely,” caused Draco to look up from the floor.

Hermione was standing in front of the open bathroom door in a pale blue shirt and knee length flowing black skirt, placing earrings in her ears.

“What can I say?” He smirked while walking to the bathroom, nudging Hermione on the shoulder as he passed. Draco opened the cabinet and put toothpaste on his toothbrush. He walked to the doorway and leaned on the frame, watching Hermione slip into her shoes. “You look nice too,” he mumbled with the toothbrush on the side of his mouth.

Hermione smiled, then laughed lightly, following Draco into the bathroom. As he spat and rinsed the toothbrush, Hermione wet a towel and moved closer to Draco. She reached up and wiped his collar, gently brushing it with her thumb when she was finished. “Oh,” she said after she looked up and saw Draco’s confused face. “You had a bit of toothpaste on your shirt,” she blushed.

Draco looked down at Hermione’s hand still holding his collar, and the small wet spot. “Thanks,” he whispered as Hermione dropped her hand. “We should get going. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t arrive to your friend’s birthday on time?”

Tossing the towel onto the counter, Hermione walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She grabbed a light jacket and a small handbag. Draco grabbed his own jacket and followed Hermione down the stairs.

Draco walked over to the restaurant doors and was about to open them when he realized Hermione wasn’t next to him. He turned to see her a few steps behind him, playing with the best of her shirt. He stepped closer to her and grabbed her elbow, pulling her with him towards the doors.

“Wait,” said Hermione, making him stop. “What if…what if we bump into people from school? What if…they make fun of us or…or…”

“Hermione,” replied Draco, making her look into his eyes. “Why would they make fun of us?” She held up her left hand and pointed to the ring on her finger. “Oh, right…that. Well, we could just leave. Besides,” he began as he pulled open the door, his hand still on Hermione’s arm, “I’m Draco Malfoy. No one makes fun of Draco Malfoy.”

“Right,” mumbled Hermione, plastering a fake smile on her face as she saw a few people look at them. “How could I ever forget?”

“Hermione Malfoy! Oh my Merlin! Long time no see!” Hermione turned around just in time to see two older Patil twins pull her in for a hug. “How have you been?”

Parvati Patil smiled and looked over at Draco. “Hey, Draco,” she said, giving him a hug as well. “How’re the kids doing?”

“Fine,” answered Draco, as if he had this conversation daily. “Have you seen Blaise anywhere?”

Padma Patil rolled her eyes. “Yes. He’s over there by the bar. Pansy and everyone are over there,” she said before she and Parvati walked away.

Draco and Hermione made their way across the restaurant to the bar, waving to random people who waved back at them. When they reached the bar, the older Blaise and Pansy smiled and patted Draco on the back before hugging Hermione.

“Wicked, isn’t it? Weasley’s mother borrowed it for the night,” said Blaise, grinning widely. “Oh, and the liquor is bloody fantastic!” He nudged Pansy on the ribs. “Right, Pansy?” He nodded his head, trying to get her to nod it as well.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s bloody fantastic, Blaise.” She turned to Hermione and smiled. “Some things never change.”

“Yeah,” Draco said, eyeing the liquor behind the counter. Hermione followed his gaze and shook her head before stepping closer to him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“No Draco,” she warned in a low voice so only he could hear. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes, about to tell her she wasn’t his mother. “You are not getting drunk and spilling out our situation in front of all these people.”

The look on her face made Draco surrender, understanding where Hermione was coming from. “Two waters,” he told the server.

Hermione smiled triumphantly and turned to see Pansy and Blaise wide-eyed, excitement written across their faces. “What?” she asked.

“How far along are you?” asked Blaise, taking a sip from his drink.

Draco turned and shared a confused look with Hermione. “How far along is she what?” he said, while handling Hermione her water.

“Pregnant, Draco,” replied Pansy, squealing with excitement.

Hermione spit out her drink while Draco paled, cautiously patting Hermione’s back as she coughed. “You’re not, are you?” Draco whispered in Hermione’s ear. She frowned, thinking that maybe she was wrong when she had said she wasn’t. She bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t.

“Come on man, the only time you don’t drink when we all get together is when Hermione’s pregnant because she can’t.” Blaise looked between them before putting his hands up. “Alright, if you want to keep it a big secret until you tell everyone, that’s fine with me. But congratulations anyway.”

Before Hermione or Draco could say anything, Pansy pulled Hermione away, telling her they were going to say hello to a few friends. They walked around the room; making small talk to people Hermione didn’t remember saying one word to during the seven years she spent with them in Hogwarts. After the eighth or ninth forced ‘hello, how have you been’ and hug that went along with it, Pansy dragged Hermione into the restroom to touch up her make-up.

“So,” said Hermione, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Yes, Mione. I’ll make you bridesmaid when I get married with Blaise,” replied Pansy, smiling at her.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a second before smiling back. “Right,” she said, before returning to her reflection in the mirror.

Pansy laughed and shook her head. “Every eye is on you tonight, Mione.” She continued at the puzzled look Hermione gave her. “Every single female here is jealous that you landed the hottest guy ever, who won’t even look at any of them the way like he looks at you. And even if he does, it’s not like any of them would do anything, because he’s completely devoted and you’ll probably kill them.” Pansy smiled, pulling Hermione out of the bathroom towards the table Draco and Blaise were sitting at.

Meanwhile as Hermione and Pansy were making their way around the room, Draco and Blaise sat down at one of the tables, Draco taking his jacket off and placing it behind his chair. A few of Draco and Blaise’s male friends stopped by the table to say hello or congratulate Draco on the past Quidditch season.

“Ask me about Pansy,” said Blaise excitedly.

“Okay,” said Draco, wondering why on earth would he want to talk about Pansy. “What’s up with Pansy?”

Blaise beamed. “She’s perfect. We just found out yesterday that she’s pregnant. Anyways, my point is that I’m going to ask her tonight.”

“Ask her what?” asked Draco, scanning the room.

“To marry me.”

“What?” asked Draco, spinning his head to look at his beaming friend. “I mean, that’s great, mate. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

Blaise’s eyes glazed over and Draco noticed he wasn’t staring at anything in particular. “I hope so. I can’t wait to have what you and Hermione have.”

Draco placed his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on his fist. “And what, exactly, do Hermione and I have?”

“Perfection,” Blaise stated simply before Pansy and Hermione took their seats at the table.

Have you seen Harry?” asked Hermione, taking a sip of her water. “I haven’t seen him since he was at the Burrow this morning.” She scanned the room, hoping to see her raven-haired friend. She sighed and looked sideways at Draco. “If we see Harry, we see Derek and Gabrielle,” she said, leaning back in her chair.

Blaise smirked. “Those two are acting like you every day. It’s amazing,” he said as he put his arm around Pansy’s shoulder. “And now you have a third one on the way. It’s bloody amazing.”

Hermione mentally slapped herself. Se would just have to test herself to make sure she wasn’t pregnant with Draco’s baby. She looked sideways at Draco and faked a smile. “Well, we’re not sure if we’re pregnant, right Draco?” she asked, nudging him with her elbow.

“Uh-yeah. We-uh-we’re not sure yet. Let’s not get our hopes up,” he replied, smiling slightly. He looked around the room, and to his luck, spotted Harry with Gabrielle and Derek. “Mione, Derek and Gabrielle are over there with Harry.” He pointed across the room.

“Oh, I’m going to tell them we’re here,” she said, standing up and making her way across the room. She spotted Harry, Ginny, Ron, and a woman with long, black hair. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering who the woman was. “Hey,” she said, smiling at Harry. “Where are Derek and Gabby?”

Harry laughed. “They’re with Mr. Weasley, Mione. Relax. Nothing’s going to happen to them while we’re watching them,” he said, putting his arm around Ginny.

Hermione nodded and looked over at the woman next to Ron. From here, Hermione could see that she had deep grey eyes. “Hey,” she said, smiling widely. Her smile, however, faded when the woman rolled her eyes.

“Come on, Granger. Ron’s parents aren’t around. You can cut that stupid act now,” she responded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just because it’s Harry’s birthday it doesn’t mean I’m going to be all ‘nice’ to you, right Ron?” She looked sideways at Ron.

Ron looked up at Hermione and sighed with defeat. “Right, Kenzie,” he muttered, smiling at the black haired girl.

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Ginny kicked her lightly on the leg. “She knows that, Kenzie,” she said, smiling at the black haired woman. “Hermione, why don’t you go back to Draco? He’s probably waiting for you.” She gave Hermione a pointed look before Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away.

At the table, Draco was tapping his fingers lightly as he stared at Blaise and Pansy. “So,” he said, his eyes on Pansy. “Blaise tells me you’re pregnant. Congratulations.” He managed a small smile. “I’m happy for you guys.”

Pansy smiled. “Thanks, Draco,” she said, taking a sip of her coke.

After a few minutes, Hermione came back. “Well, Derek and Gabrielle don’t want to come here right now. They’re having too much fun with their uncle,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly, still annoyed at the way ‘Kenzie’ spoke to her.

Before Draco could tease Harry about being a bad role model for their children, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder.

“Would you like to dance?” a black-haired man Hermione. She nodded, taking of her jacket and placing it on her chair.

Draco scowled at Hermione’s retreating form. After two fast paced songs, his mood grew darker as the black-haired pulled Hermione close to his body at the beginning of the slow song. Draco was gripping his glass so hard that his knuckles were turning white.


“What?” snapped Draco, turning away from the hand on Hermione’s lower back to see Blaise.

“You all right?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with surprise.

“Fine,” said Draco, slamming his glass down and turning back to see Hermione laughing.

“It’s only Fletchley,” replied Blaise, after he followed Draco’s gaze.

“Fletchley? Fletchley!” Draco said, turning back to Blaise. “That’s Justin Finch-Fletchley,” he pointed behind him. “As in the person who was in love with Hermione all through Hogwarts, Fletchley?”

“Well, yeah but…”Draco didn’t hear the rest of Blaise’s statement because he stood up and started walking towards the dance floor.

Draco came up behind Justin and roughly tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m cutting in,” he stated, pushing himself between the two of them.

“Okay…I’ll talk to you soon, Hermione,” said Justin, before giving Draco a confused look and walking away.

Hermione shoved Draco away from her. “What the hell was that?”

“I should be asking you the same thing,” replied Draco, coolly. “We,” he pointed to Hermione, then himself, “are supposed to be married. You can’t just go around dancing with people who used to be in love with you. It’ll cause people to talk.”

Hermione stared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s not it at all, is it? You’re jealous, aren’t you?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Huh? Wha…” his mouth opened and closed a few times. “You’re crazy, Granger,” he finally said.

“I don’t think I am. I think you’re jealous that someone asked me to dance when none of your ‘fan-girls’ won’t even say hello to you,” replied Hermione, coolly.

“That’s not even it, Hermione,” said Draco, shaking his head, wishing that were the reason he was so angry. “He was in love with you for seven years…or six, however you want to look at it. Who knows, he might still be in love with you.”

Hermione ignored him and continued with her rant. “And do you want to know why they won’t go near you? Because apparently we’re so much in love that neither of us have any eyes for anyone else so they don’t even bother anymore,” she said angrily.

Draco gulped, thinking about what Blaise had said about them being perfect.

“Besides, Justin is happily married. All he spoke about was his wife and baby that’s on the way,” continued Hermione. She paused and began again with a softer tone. “He’s my partner in the Department of Mysteries. He said that you used to send him a note everyday so that he could watch over me when you weren’t around.” She turned to walk away, but her heard her say, “Sometimes, you’re such a jerk.”

Hermione walked back to the table and sat down, avoiding everyone’s eyes. She couldn’t believe that Draco would treat her like she was cheating on him. It wasn’t even like they were dating. But most of all, she couldn’t believe that he thought she would do something like that, after all they went through yesterday. She thought they had made a lot of progress.

Look, Mione,” Draco started as he sat down next to her.

“No,” replied Hermione, looking away from him.


“Not now.”

“Later then?” asked Draco, hopefully. Hermione nodded slightly.

Blaise and Pansy sat quietly, staring at them. “Every time,” Pansy muttered to Blaise.

“I know, always jealous for no reason,” whispered Blaise, gaining him a glare from both Draco and Hermione.

After a few minutes of complete silence at the table, Draco shot out of his chair, grabbed Hermione’s arm and dragged her to the dance floor.

“One week,” he exclaimed when the song began.

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

“What’re you doing?” Hermione asked as she tried to keep up with Draco.

“If you don’t want to talk, then we’re going to dance. I know you like this song.” Draco started dancing around Hermione’s still form, making funny faces at her. He began to pull at her sleeve, trying to make her move.

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits

Hermione bit her lip, trying not to smile at Draco’s idiocy and also wondering how he knew she liked this song. She finally gave in and began to sing along with the song, moving slightly to the music.

“You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours.”

She smiled when Draco stopped, mouth hanging open at how she knew every word. Hermione danced around Draco this time, laughing as she sang the lyrics.

“Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver.”

Draco poked Hermione’s arm, making her stop singing as he began.

“How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad.”

He nodded his head as he continued.

“I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt”

Draco ended the verse by unbuttoning the tops three closed buttons on his shirt, causing Hermione to blush and push him in his chest.

“It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said ‘You're crazy’”

“Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon”

“Yesterday you'd forgiven me”
Hermione crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she sang:

“And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry”

Draco shrugged, seized Hermione’s hand and pulled her body against his. She laughed and began dancing with him. He spun her a few times, watching as her skirt twirled with her movements. Draco pulled her in to him again, wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped her. He bent over with her, watching as her eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy”

He let go of Hermione again, dancing around her, while she danced in place, her eyes following him.

“Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing”

Draco poked her again, walking closer to Hermione as he sang the next part, sincerity clearly expressed in his eyes.

“How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt”

Just as he was about to go for the next button, Hermione stepped forward and grabbed the sides of Draco’s shirt near his neck. She pulled him closer to her, clutching the material, shaking her head no with a smile on her face.

“It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said ‘I'm sorry’”

“Five days since I laughed at you and said
‘You just did just what I thought you were gonna do’”

“Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?”

“Yesterday you just smiled at me”

Hermione smiled at him, her face becoming very serious.

“Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry”

Draco’s face too became serious.
“Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry”
“Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry”

Draco mumbled the last line, not entirely sure what it was, causing both to dissolve in a fit of giggles. Draco was bent over with his hands on his knees and Hermione was leaning against his side, holding her stomach.

Neither remembered the argument they had moments before or noticed the crowd around them clapping.


So, what do you guys think??? Good??? Bad??? Tell me what you think!! It doesn't end here, guys!! The next chappie is a continuation of Harry's birthday! You will see more of the oh so lovely Mackenzie
Trent!! Stay tuned for more!! lol Until the next chappie, my loves!!

Luv ya all!!!


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