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And So it Begins...
Hermione Granger. Smart, perfectionist, and in her 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. The Head Girl had welcomed returning to her academic schedule after the fiasco that would have been her seventh year.
"See something you like, Granger?”
By the time Draco had changed clothes and composed himself, Hermione had already begun scavenging through the large collection of books that were housed on a bookshelf in the common room of the Heads’ dorm looking for a spellbook that contained simple healing charms. She could have sworn she had seen it somewhere… Ah! There it was! She reached for the book and soon after retrieving it heard footsteps on the stairs that led down from Draco’s room. She glanced toward the noise and let out a relieved sigh.
The pair made their way back to the warmth of Hogwarts laughing and running. The snow had soaked both of them and they were eager to get warm, plus Draco was now worried about the end of his nose falling off.
“So I’ll see you later?”
December 29th had come quickly upon Draco and Hermione. They hardly noticed the passing of days at Hogwarts when they were with each other. They were always talking, laughing, getting to know each other. And the more they got to know each other, the more they genuinely liked about each other, and Draco hardly mentioned the gift Hermione got from Ginny. Hardly being the operative word...
“Alright, that’s perfect.” Lavender declared. “It practically guarantees that he’ll write back, but I don’t think we have to worry about that.” Lavender winked at Hermione who hid her face behind her flowers. She could not believe Draco had truly gone this far. Not only was it excessive, it was downright dangerous for their relationship! With all of the girls in on this, they wouldn’t stop until they found out exactly who he was!
“I can’t believe you’re not more curious about this, Hermione.” Ginny leaned over and whispered to her. “It’s almost like you know something we don’t…”
“So I didn’t see you or Draco at breakfast this morning.” Ginny pointed out to Hermione as they walked together in between classes. Hermione blushed immediately. She should have known that Ginny of all people would notice.
Hermione walked alone to the Quidditch pitch in the cool March weather before what was bound to be the most epic match of the season: Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
Ginny quickly turned to a very pale faced Hermione excitedly, “Hermione! Can you believe it!? We’re going to have a ball!” Hermione mustered up a smile for her friend.
”We need to talk.”
N.E.W.T.S. The bane of all Seventh Year Hogwarts students. These were the tests that determined their careers, or lack thereof. These were the tests that measured their competence, their work ethic, their intelligence… these were the tests that their entire cumulative time at Hogwarts had led up to.
“Hey, sexy,” Draco grinned as he sauntered over to where she lay on her bed. Hermione rolled her chocolate brown eyes and tousled her hair teasingly with her fingers.
“So when are you going to propose and make an honest woman of Hermione, eh Draco?”
“Oh. My. Merlin.” Hermione whispered, unable to keep her jaw from hanging open.
If Blaise had been drinking anything, it would have been all over Draco. “You’re what?!”
“I love you,” she mumbled as she pulled the duvet up around her shoulders.
“Draco? Did you forget something?” she called to him gently as she fully returned to the kitchen to pour cream into her coffee. After a few moments without hearing a response, Hermione left the kitchen with her steaming mug, repeating her question, but this time there was no one in the living room. Hermione furrowed her brows. “Drac-“
“Alright, Harry. What say we get this doomed chap down to willingly walk into slavery?” It was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes.
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