With the sun on your face
All these worries will soon disappear 

October tenth.

Hermione stepped out of the shower and quickly reached for a towel to dry herself off.  After twisting her hair into a bun, she slipped into a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra followed by floral lace-like black tights.  Over that was a blue-tinted grey dress that brushed her knees with a soft yellow braided rope wrapped twice underneath her bust, a rope that separated the two patterns.  While the gathered layers of chiffon made up the bottom, the top was another floral pattern, the same blue-grey woven with lace and black, the straps thinning as they reached her shoulders.

Hermione let down her hair and dried it with a quick spell before waving her wand again to make it curl, and, when she finished, she lifted her light yellow cardigan off the counter, slipped it over her arms, and gathered her things before exiting.

Ginny let out a whistle to which Hermione rolled her eyes.  The redhead had on a pair of tight jeans complimented by a layered off-white shirt with soft pink floral designs touched with green leaves and the lightest pink flowers acting as a background.  Covering her shoulders was a simple dark grey cardigan.

Someone looks hot,” Ginny commented, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yea, I think she has red hair,” Hermione shot back, and the girls just laughed before going to put on their shoes.

While Ginny slipped on a pair of black moccasins, Hermione laced on her ever-faithful black and white hightops.  Ginny just laughed at her, and the two girls exited together, though they didn’t get halfway down the hall before a one Anna Flynn called out for them to wait.  She was a girl in Ginny’s year, one that the redhead had a few classes with and enjoyed hanging out with.

Curious, they stopped and chatted lightly until the brunette came running out of the room in small white flats.  She was wearing a loose, tan dress with a brown leather belt wrapped around her middle that only touched her mid-thigh, and so light, quite ripped jeans fit around her long legs.  A red and black plaid button-up hung open over that while a dark grey sweater with large tan buttons was over that, the sleeves rolled up over the rolled back plaid.  Her long black hair flowed in wide banana curls down her back.

“What’s up?” Hermione was the first to speak.

“Well, I thought we could walk down to the carriages together,” she said innocently, and then hurriedly added, “Since we’re going together.”

“Really?” Ginny spoke next.

“Well, yes, Ron invited me.”

Hermione had to turn to hide her smile while Ginny’s jaw dropped open.

“I’m sorry,” Ginny quickly corrected herself, “That was wrong of me.  But… Ron… asked you to Hogsmeade?”

“I know, sounds strange,” Anna laughed before leading the way; Hermione and Ginny were quick to catch up, “But he really is sweet, so I couldn’t say no.  I’m not sure if it’s a date, though.  I mean, we’ve talked a few times, but he didn’t really make it clear what this was.”

Hermione nodded, and the girls continued their chatter down into the common room where they met up with Harry and Ron.  Ginny smiled as Ron greeted Anna shyly, and Hermione felt strangely out of place, watching her two best friends be so at ease with their significant others.  That feeling, however, instantly dissipated when they exited the portrait hole and Draco looked up from his place leaning against the wall.  He whispered hello with a soft, lingering kiss that made Hermione smile and lace her fingers through his.

“Are Pansy and Blaise coming?”

“They’re meeting us downstairs.  Pansy was taking forever getting ready.  Harry, Ron, Ginny,” he acknowledged, nodding in their direction.

“Oh, Draco, this is Anna,” Ginny introduced, motioning toward the girl at Ron’s side.

Draco smiled pleasantly at her before squeezing Hermione’s hand, and the couple led the way, their friends soon falling into step next to them.  When they arrived at the Great Hall, Pansy was rolling her eyes at Blaise and pushing him playfully.  She was dressed in the bluest jeans, tight and ripped, with a flowing white shirt with light red stripes and a thin navy belt around her waist; high, open-toed, laced leather heels adorned her feet.

“Pansy,” Draco greeted, touching her shoulder, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Lovely as ever, darling,” she murmured before turning to Hermione, “It’s good to see you again, Hermione.”

Her voice was a little stiff, though this was to be expected.  While they’d met over the summer, she knew Pansy was still somewhat uncomfortable with the idea.  Blaise, however, was quite accepting.  He instantly took to Harry and Ron, and the four boys were quickly falling into conversation once they found their way to the carriages.  Hermione just smiled, watching on.  Slowly but surely, they were reshaping history.


“Do you even know how beautiful you are?”

Hermione laughed softly, snuggling into Draco’s warm embrace.  They were in Tomes and Scrolls, and, up until then, they’d been separated by their lingering eyes and curious hands, by whispering words and fantastical stories.  He held her from behind now, though, having snuck up to her, and he breathed her in, nose turned into her hair, eyes closed to her.

“Thank you, Draco.  Where have you been?”

She turned in his arms, looping her own around his neck.

“Here and there.  Did you find anything interesting?”

“Just one.  Draco, can I ask you something?”

They were walking away from the aisle she had been in toward the counter where Hermione quickly paid and then they were on their way out the door.

When he nodded, she continued, “Do you miss how things were that week?”

“Honestly,” he smiled, “I wish this year would just hurry up so I could ask you to move in with me.”

She was floored at this.

“M-move in?” she stuttered, “With you?”

“Would you not want to?  I guess I should have phrased that better,” he frowned, stopping them, “I’m leaving the Manor as soon as I can and buying a flat in London.  I was going to ask you to move in with me.”

“Draco,” she paused.

She hadn’t really considered life after school, life after everything.  Once the war had ended, she’d just been glad to be free from the weight of everything, to be able to be happy and relax.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, which is why I was going to wait,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb lightly in circles around the back of her hand, “Let’s not talk about it, okay?”

Hermione nodded, grateful.  She wanted to just relax for the first few months of school.  She would think about afterward closer to May.


November twenty-seventh.

Ginny nudged Hermione as Anna came bouncing in through the portrait hole, and they excitedly waited for her to come over to them.

“Well?” Hermione asked.

“Well what?” Anna returned, sitting in a flourish and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh, come on!” Ginny exclaimed, “We’re dying to know!  Did he ask you?”

“Yes!” Anna squeaked, causing Hermione and Ginny to let out noises of excitement.

“That’s so amazing!  Oh my gosh, we can all go together now!” Ginny grinned wildly, “I can’t believe my brother actually got the nerve up to ask a girl.”

“Unlike fourth year when he settled for the sister of whomever Harry picked.  That boy was such a mess,” Hermione laughed reminiscently, “Harry did ask you, right?”

“Well, of course he did.  We heard about it, and he asked me before McGonagall had even finished her explanation.”

“Oh,” Hermione let out softly, frowning.

“Draco hasn’t?”

When she shook her head, Ginny sighed, “Maybe he just assumes you’ll be going together since you’re dating.”

“He shouldn’t assume anything.  I could very well go with a friend if I wanted to,” Hermione huffed.

It had been bothering her lately as she watched everyone find their dates for the upcoming Yule Ball, and Draco seemed completely unfazed by it.  He acted precisely as Ginny thought, that he just assumed they were going together.


Ginny’s voice brought her out of her trance, and she snapped her eyes over to the window where her friend was pointing, noticing the annoyingly loud tapping.  She went to let the owl in, surprised when it only stuck out a leg to her.  It flew off as soon as Hermione untied the letter.  When she opened it, she couldn’t help but smile.

You are nearly impossible to find, did you know that?

She could hear his voice in her head, snippy and snide as he was.

“Where are you going?” Ginny asked as she walked away from the window and toward the portrait hole.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She left the portrait hole and looked to her right to find Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall, an arch in one of his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips, and his hands behind his back.

You’re impossible,” she sighed, shaking her head, “What do you want?”

He stole her breath, however, as he stepped forward, the façade dropping to one of a soft apology, and he revealed a single rose from behind his back.

“Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Draco, yes!” she exclaimed instantly, hugging him tightly, “Why didn’t you ask sooner?” she grumbled into his neck.

“Because I wanted it to be special,” he whispered, pulling away, “And you seemed fairly worked up about it.”

“Ass,” she muttered, hitting him lightly.

“Mm, you love me.”

“I do,” she murmured before he kissed her longingly.

“Hermione,” he breathed before connecting them again, bringing their bodies closer, “Stay the night with me.  We’ll go to the Room of Requirements.”

“Draco,” she sighed, but he stole her away with another kiss, conveying his want, his need in that one kiss, and she fell into him, sunk into his touch, his cool lips.

“Let me grab a change of clothes,” she said, breaking away from him firmly.

He handed her the rose before she left, and Ginny watched with a bemused expression as she raced past them, jogged up the stairs, and was back in the common room ten minutes later.

“Oh, where are you going now?” Ginny chided, getting up and stepping in Hermione’s way.

“Gin,” she said, low and dangerous, “Please.”

“Okay.  I won’t tell the boys,” she promised, smiling, “Be safe.”

Hermione just nodded before hurrying out of the common room.  Draco laced his hand with hers as they walked down the hallway, Hermione’s smallest purse charmed to hold her things.  They reached the wall in record time, Draco quickly walking across it three times.  When a tall door appeared, he pulled her through it, and his kiss was shocking.  Hermione had never quite felt her heart beat so fast or her body ache so much for him.

“Draco,” she gasped as he pushed her against the wall and threw her cloak to the floor.

Her body bent against his as he stepped back, and she molded against him, causing him to laugh as she took his chin in two fingers and turned his face back down.  She pulled him into a kiss that he drank in, though his fingers were quick to remember their duty, and he found the zipper on the side of her skirt, tearing it down.

She stepped out of it, pushing him away, and she was quick to tug off her shoes and grey knee-highs as he stared at her, chest rising and falling heavily.  When they met again, Hermione found herself lifted off her feet.  She barely even noticed the time in his arms before she was lying on the bed.  He barely made it on top of her before she flipped them, straddling his waist and leaning back so she could unbutton his shirt.

Hermione kissed her way back up to his mouth, and she smiled as he moaned into her mouth, bringing her closer and rolling them again so that he was on top.  They continued this, rough and demanding, until they were spent and Hermione let her head fall back against the pillow, swollen lips parted, and chest heaving.

“Wow,” she let out as he collapsed on top of her, head buried in her neck and her mussed curls.

“I second that,” he murmured into her skin, and she sighed as he suddenly rolled away, “Hermione, move in with me after school.”

She hesitated only a second to move onto her side, her elbow bent and her head above his.

“Okay,” she whispered, and he smiled before leaning up to kiss her.


“I’d love nothing more.”

“Thank you.”

And he pulled her into his arms, smiling wildly.


Disclaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling.  Lyrics from Wow belong to Snow Patrol.

Also!  Say hello to Anna!  If you’ve read my writing before, you’ll know that OCs are some of my favorites to create, and so this is nothing new to me, but it’s the real beginning to non-cannon, though I’m sure most of you were aware of that.  I hope you’re still enjoying!

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