“Quit trying to tell me what to do!” Hermione shouted.
“I’m only trying to help!” Draco shouted back.
“Well I don’t want your help!”
“Are you always this stubborn? Stop being a prat!”
“You insolent prick! Leave me alone!” She slapped him and he pushed her and she pushed him back. She started to walk away when he grabbed her and kissed her. She tried to resist but he was too strong so she gave in and kissed him with everything she had.
These days Hermione and Draco fought more than 6 year olds at this point. But their love for each other kept them together.
Hermione kept running into Ron a lot more. Once she was walking in the hallways when he pinched her butt. Another time, he came up to her and whispered in her ear.
She had no idea what has gotten into him. But thankfully, the Easter Holidays were approaching and she was spending them with Draco. He was going to celebrate them at her house. But her father forbade them from sleeping in the same room. Hermione nor Draco didn’t argue, they both knew well enough not to mess with her father.
On their way home, Draco, Hermione, Harry, Ron (disappointedly), and Ginny all sat in one compartment. Hermione’s anger with Ron died down a bit. They were all able to have a normal conversation. Ron’s perverted side wasn’t as wild anymore, thank Merlin. They all got off the train and said their goodbyes.
Draco and Hermione stood in front of the Grangers’ home. Hermione slowly slid her key in the lock and opened the door.
“Hello? Mum? Dad? Is anyone home?” She said as she led Draco in her house by the hand.
“Oh Hermione!” Jean Granger walked out followed by a not so happy Harris Granger. Mrs. Granger hugged Draco and Hermione tightly. Mr. Granger hugged his daughter and grimly shook hands with Draco.
“Oh I’m so glad I can finally meet you Draco! Hermione has told me all about you. And, let me tell you, you’re much more handsome than she described. Hermione blushed and Draco said, “Is that so?” with one of his famous smirks.
“Maybe.” She mumbled. They all laughed except for Mr. Granger. He was not fond of this new boy claiming Hermione’s heart.
* * *
The next day Hermione’s parents had a family and friends reunion. They were all at the London Park. They were seated at a table on the grass by a lake.
“Oh and that time when the cashier gave us 18 slices instead of 8!” Mr. Granger exclaimed. All the adults laughed. Most people here did not have a normal sense of humor. Draco and Hermione only laughed half-heartedly. After the laughter died down, Mr. Granger said something that Hermione would never forgive him for.
“So, Mr. Malfoy, did you know Hermione’s going to Paris’s School for Next Wizardry Level? Far away isn’t it?”
Hermione looked at her father in disbelief and had a look of pure hatred as he continued.
“Yeah, and it’s going to be for 4 years. It’s a very hard and vigorous schedule.”
Hermione slammed her napkin on the table and stormed away to sit by the lake.
“Harris! That is not a proper conversation for the table.” Mrs. Granger said sternly.
“Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Granger.” Draco said as he walked over to comfort Hermione.
She sat there looking into the horizon. She felt Draco put his arms around her.
“I was going to tell you Draco, I swear. I just couldn’t find out how to say it.” She whispered.
At this Draco let go and just sat next to her.
“So it all ends this year?”
“No. You’ll come with me!”
“But Hermione, you’re not the only one with a life. What will I do in Paris?”
She couldn’t help but see the truth in his words. But she wasn’t giving up without an argument.
“You’ll be with me.” She turned to face him.
“I don’t know Hermione. I have to think about it.” He said and he turned away from her. Hermione watched as the man she loved left.
The whole holiday was a disaster. Draco and Hermione rarely spoke. Hermione and her father were fighting too much. Hermione was glad when it was all over. She replayed the whole holiday in her head as she lay down on her soft bed in Hogwarts. They had arrived last week. She had skipped the feast and ate a few crackers in her dorm. She was missing Draco so much. She hopped off her bed and sat down on the couch in the common room to study. Suddenly the portrait door opens and Draco stumbled in. He nodded to her and walked past. But Hermione had had enough. She closed her book shut and stood up.
“Why are you doing this?” She said, not taking it anymore. Draco looked at her with furrowed eybrows.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Her voice was high-pitched, like when she was about to cry.
“I’m not.” Draco said.
“YES YOU ARE MR. MALFOY. YOU HAVEN’T TALKED TO ME SINCE HOLIDAYS!”
“DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN MALFOY JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!”
He sighed. “You’re going away! I’m not going to see you again!”
“Yes you are! We already have this figured out!”
“No Hermione, you have all this figured out! I have my future planned out and I want a say in this!”
“I am your future!”
“Hermione, you’re in my future. I have a career too.”
“You’ll find your career in Paris!”
“I need to consider this more carefully!”
“When you love someone you don’t need to consider things!”
“Stop thinking that! Life is not about love! We aren't talking about love right now, we're talking about our futures!"
“WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?”
Draco huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
Hermione’s face fell even more.
“No.” She began to walk towards him.
“Yes.” He stepped away and started walking to the stairs.
“Please don’t do this Draco.” She said, tears running down her face. She followed him to the door to his room where they stood facing each other. He turned away, not being able to look at her sad figure anymore. He didn’t want to do this but the relationship itself was tearing them apart. He shut the door and listened to her pleading. Her begging. It was like two thousand knives stabbing him repeatedly. He hated himself. They were both leaning against the door facing each other but they didn’t know it. He finally sat on his bed and did something he never did.
The rest of the year pasted by in a blur. Hermione and Draco were like people who no purpose to live. They were like zombies walking around, barely talking to anyone. Draco never even bothered to insult anyone and Hermione never answered any questions. Life was still for the both of them.
Graduation approached slowly. Hermione walked into the Great Hall and gasped as she saw what she had created. Big red, green, blue, and silver ribbons were hanging off the walls and the tables were covered with white silk. They had removed the staff table and placed it next to the four house tables. Dumbledore’s podium was placed in his office and in its place was a glass podium for the special person who would say a speech. Hermione had no idea who would be selected to say the speech. She had high hopes it was not her. She had nothing to say. Her year was dull and boring. Well, except for the beginning, with Draco. Her eyes were daring her to cry. She couldn’t even think about him without crying or tearing up.
She sat down at the Gryffindor table waiting for everyone else to arrive. Staring at the clock she saw she was 5 minutes early. She fiddled with her fingers. Then someone walked in she jumped in fright and saw Draco standing there. They stared at each other for a long time. The moment was broken when Ron walked in. He looked at Hermione waved and blushed. Hermione was furious. She glared at him and sat down again.
“Hermione I’m sorry! I really am. But I was under the imperious curse! I swear. I’m sorry for whatever I did! Please forgive me.”
She gave it some thought. This hasn’t really happened before. And he certainly wasn’t acting like Ron.
“Fine, I’ll give you another chance.” She said, even if she knew he wasn't really cursed. All she needed to know is that he was sorry. He gave her a goofy grin and pulled her in a bear hug. She grinned and closed her eyes through the entire hug and she hugged back with everything she had, which was not much.
Pansy sat down next to me as more people started to arrive. She was trying to flirt with me but I just ignored her. I looked over to see what Hermione was doing. My heart was torn apart when I saw Hermione in the arms of another man, Ron Weasley.
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