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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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8.

Days passed for Hermione like breaths. Every moment of her life had become consumed with school work, and discovering the details of her own life. She'd become strangely accustomed to the way Ginny and Neville doted on eat other while at the same time coming on to half the 5th, 6th and 7th year students; to the way Becka tried to pamper her as if she was doll or a pet, always fussing over her hair or the way her robes hung. She'd even gotten use to Harry's constant and unwanted advances. The only thing that she hadn't been able to come to grips with was how much Ron seemed to hate her.

Draco had been a constant and understanding companion, answering almost every question she brought to him, giving her space when she needed it, though admittedly she could always feel his eyes on her. When she'd asked him why he seemed so over protective he'd told her that they'd been watching each other's backs for years and that it was second nature for him to watch after her, a habit he had no intention on breaking. There was a slight reprieve however, once Quidditch season began and Draco had to spend at least three afternoons a week practicing with the other members of his team.

Hermione used the time to learn about herself, and him, though she had to admit that it was strangely lonely without him constantly by her side. Not even Ron had lavished the amount of attention on her that Draco did.

Every night she'd read a few entries in her journal before making one of her own. She'd discovered that she'd had a crush on Draco since practically the beginning. He'd been sweet and charming and thought just as highly of studying as she did. All of their grand adventures had revolved around thwarting the Marauder's schemes. They were nothing as grand as stopping a super powerful Dark Lord, but she had to admit they still sounded fun. Her favorite had been a rather detailed entry about uncovering the mystery of how the group of boys was managing to sneak off to Hogsmeade with out being caught. She'd been so enthralled by the story that she'd asked Draco to see his memory of the events, which he gladly gave her. She'd spent hours watching as Draco proved to be her intellectual equal, just as capable, and willing, to study all angles of a problem to devise the best plan of attack.

Her modern history book had held the secrets of how Draco's father had died, and revealed part of the reason he and Harry held such animosity toward each other. It seemed that even after having his wand broken and being locked away in Azkaban for years, that Tom Riddle was still set on becoming an all powerful Dark Lord. He'd succeeded in gathering a small following, which included Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, Crabbe, Goyle, and a handful of others. They had attacked and tortured muggles and muggle borns and generally made a nuisance of themselves. The ministry, and the general public saw them as a moderate threat, dangerous, but not worthy of exciting the public about.

Hermione was sure that, even though no alias was listed for Riddle that his followers had called him Lord Voldamort, but without his wand or his years of study in the dark arts he was probably half the dark wizard he had been in her world.

The evil doings of Riddle and his followers had come to an end in some empty stretch of English country when the group came upon a picnic occupied by three sets of Aurors, notably: James and Lily Potter, Frank and Alice Longbottom, and Sirius and Noemi Black. These off duty Aurors were on an outing with their children when the dark wizards came upon them and attacked Lily Potter for being a muggle born.

None of the group of dark wizards survived the encounter, their families not only suffered the loss of loved ones, but were exiled from the Wizarding community of Great Brittan for having anything to do with the muggle killers. All that is, except the Malfoys who were allowed to stay for unstated reasons. There was no mention anywhere that she could find that gave even the slightest clue as to why Draco didn't cast ninety percent of the magic they were taught, a fact that Hermione found frustrating.

"We'll have to go down to Hogsmeade this weekend." Draco stated on crisp fall afternoon.

Hermione had quickly learned that the three of them had a spot by the lake that they frequented at least once a week. It was a beautiful spot on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, that looked out over the crystalline water. It was quiet and secluded, the perfect place for love struck young couples, or in Draco's case, the perfect place for him to practice a very beautiful and flowing form of martial arts.

"Don't you have Quidditch practice this weekend?" Hermione countered, her eyes once again drawn from the pages of her journal to the sight of his pale muscled chest, sweat beading across his skin even in the cool afternoon air. It had amazed her when she discovered that the blond knew not one, but three different forms of muggle martial arts. The one he usually practiced beside the lake was an advanced form of Tia Chi, which he had claimed was relaxing, though Hermione was inclined to believe that it was beautiful, while Ginny had admitted to spying on them when they were down at the lake because she found it sexy.

"I convinced everyone that we should practice Friday evening instead. After all, if we practice on Saturday then we'll end up getting last pick as far as costumes go."

Hermione nodded, at the beginning of the month the professors had announced that the fall social would be a costume party held on Halloween and that the weekend before all students, including first years so long as they had signed consent forms, would be allowed to go down to Hogsmeade to buy costumes for the event. "So what are you going to go as?"

"I haven't decided yet. I thought we would go down to Gladrags and see what they have in stock. If nothing strikes our fancy I thought maybe we could apparate to London and go to a muggle costume shop."

"You'll have to take Luna on a side along. She hasn't taken her test yet."

"Of course. I'm actually tempted to just start in London. It would pretty much guarantee that our costumes would be one of a kind. And we could always enhance them with simple charms."

"It would be kind of neat, honestly muggles have better imaginations then wizards do. Because they've never seen a magical creature so they just make it up. Plus there are a never ending supply of movie based costumes, which few of the students would have any idea about who you're suppose to be."

"Then it's decided. We'll apparate to London from outside of Hogsmeade and spend the day looking for costumes."

"Do you think Luna will be alright with that?"

"I'll double check with her, but I doubt she'll have a problem with it." He paused mid kata and looked around. "Speaking of Luna, I haven't seen her since lunch. It's not like her to not meet us down here."

She frowned, Draco was right, the little blond had been almost as constant a companion as he had been and it was unlike her not to be with them if they were out of class. "Do you want to go look for her?"

He reached down to scoop up his robes from where he had laid them on a near by rock. "Yeah, hopefully she's not in any trouble." Throwing the robes over his shoulders he headed toward the castle.

Hermione collected her school bag and stood, following close behind him.

It was a beautiful day and most of the student body had collected outside, sitting on the benches scattered about the front of the castle. As they moved through the group Hermione scanned each face, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blond.

There was no sign of Luna however, and Hermione was starting to feel the first prickle of dread run down her spine. There was no threat of Dark Wizards attacking the school, however she had come to grips with the fact that Harry and Ron had grown up to be cruel pranksters, and were not above doing something to the blond before going off to Quidditch practice. Leaving her to be found, or not found for several hours, if they chose to go back for her at all.

"Why so frantic Hermione?" Becka's voice drifted across the entrance hall, causing Hermione to spin and face the darker haired girl.

"We're looking for Luna. Have you seen her?" Hermione asked, exasperation edging in her voice.

Becka smiled. "We had double Care of Magical Creatures last class, she's probably still down with Professor Hagrid. She seemed enthralled by the subject of today's lesson."

Draco gave a brief nod before turning on his heals and heading back out the doors.

"Thanks Becka. It worries us when she seems to just disappear." Hermione offered, feeling drawn between following after Draco and being polite and finishing her conversation with Becka.

"Glad I can help. The less Malfoy has to try and blame Harry for the better in my book. I mean yeah, Harry does his fair share of pranking and rule breaking, but he's not as bad as Malfoy likes to paint him."

"I'd just be happy if he tried harder to be my friend and laid off trying to get in my nickers." Hermione admitted, watching as Draco disappeared through the crowd of people and down toward Hagrid's hut.

"He'll work it out of his system sooner or later. Mostly I think it's just one more thing he'd trying to prove he's better at then Malfoy. I honestly don't understand what it is between the two of them."

"It's a long lived 'family' feud I think. Because James Potter hated Severus Snape, Potter feels the need to carry that animosity over towards Snape's Godson, and vice versa probably. Which is really too bad, they might get along if they tried."

"Yeah, that would be a cold day in hell. But it'd be nice."

"I better go catch up with Draco, he'll start to worry about me if I'm out of his sight for too long."

Becka laughed. "You know, you two should just hook up and get it over with. Oh hey, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend to get a costume?'

"Probably not, Draco and I were talking about getting our costumes else where. So we had less of a chance of wearing the same thing as anyone else."

"That is such a good idea. You have to show me what you find okay? Promise now."

Hermione nodded and then turned to hurry after Draco, she was sure he was halfway down the hill at least.

She finally caught up with him just outside the large hut that Hagrid made his home. In the new present Hagrid was a full fledged Professor, who had graduated from Hogworts with high marks and gone off to study magical creatures all over the world before returning to the school to take over the position of Care of Magical Creatures Professor. He was a favorite amongst the students, many taking his class all seven years even if their goals after they graduated had nothing to do with animals.

Rounding the back of the hut Hermione and Draco found Luna, as well as a hand full of other sixth year students crowded around a large cage that held two Augureys, their dark green feathers glinting in the afternoon sun as they dozed lazily on their perches.

"But how do you know they don't sing when some one's about to die?" A young Hufflepuff girl with straight strawberry blond hair asked.

Hagrid stroked his long bushy beard and gave a slight shrug. "Id be like sayin' all birds sing when some one's goin ta die. The fact that an Augurey sings before a person dies is just chance."

The girl frowned but Luna continued to look dreamily at the two birds. "I think the fact that they sing before it rains is enchanting. It's like they're warning everyone to get inside before they get wet."

Draco visibly relaxed when he saw the group. "Good afternoon Professor." He called to the half giant.

Hagrid looked up from the group of students and smiles. "Well hello their Draco, Hermione, I guess you came down here lookin fir Luna. Not that I mind seeing either of you, it's a shame you're not takin my class this year Hermione. It's always a pleasure to have you about."

Hermione couldn't help the smile that lit her features. For everything that had changed it was good to see that the kind, sweet, lovable Hagrid was still the same. "I wanted to Professor, but there were just so many other classes I had to take."

"I understand Hermione, not everyone can fit a class they don't absolutely need into their seventh year. But you can come visit any time, and if ya want you can come see the dragons when Charley brings 'em in the spring."

Hermione nodded, "Thank you Professor." She'd have to remember to ask Draco what Hagrid had meant about seeing the dragons. She hoped he didn't mean actual live dragons, but she knew Hagrid well enough to know he probably did. Which made her wonder how he got Dumbledore's okay to bring them onto school grounds.

Draco walked over to Luna and placed his hand on her shoulder. "You missed our weekly picnic by the lake Luna." He informed the other blond in a playful tone. "We ate all the tart without you."

She looked up at him, her gaze still far away. "That's alright. Every once in a while you two need some time alone."

Hermione felt herself blush. Despite Luna knowing that she couldn't remember any of the things she and Draco had shared over the years, the little blond seemed bent on playing match maker between them. She had to admit that she no longer saw Draco and an insufferable little ferret, in fact he was sweet and rather dashing in a dark and brooding kind of way but she wasn't sure she was ready to admit that she could see him as more then a friend. She wasn't sure she'd ever be ready to admit that to herself or anyone else.

"I need to find a way to track you. That way I never have to worry you're in trouble." Draco continued, seemingly unaware of Hermione's blush.

"Yes father." Luna teased.

"Luna, Draco and I were planning on going and looking for Halloween costumes on Saturday. Do you want to come?" Hermione interrupted before Draco could retort to being referred to as father. It almost fit in her opinion. He tended to treat the other blond as a younger, ditsier sister.

"That would be wonderful. We have to find a good costume for Draco." Luna agreed.

Hermione nodded. "Yes we do."

"Then we'll leave after breakfast on Saturday so we can spend the whole day at it." Draco confirmed before the Trio headed back toward the castle. The weekend was still a few days away, and they all had homework they would have to finish before they could even think about playing around in London for a day.

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Saturday morning Hermione woke with butterflies dancing in her stomach, the idea of being alone in London with Draco and Luna was both exciting and frightening. Ron had never had any real interest in the muggle world, despite, or perhaps because of his father's intense interest in all things non-magical. Draco on the other hand, from everything she had read in her journal and what she had heard from Draco and Luna both, felt perfectly at home amongst muggles. The idea that Draco Malfoy, pure blood prat, was able to fit in with a crowd of muggles was still more then she could wrap her head around.

Digging through her trunk she pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeve pink shirt. It wasn't really cold yet, but the weather wasn't conducive to t-shirts. Throwing them both, as well as a clean pair of underwear and a bra over her arm she headed down to take a shower, determined to make it long and hot, just to help calm her nerves.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs the common room was blessedly empty. It was the first time since the school year had started that she had woken up before Draco, or at least made it to the bathroom while he was in his room.

The Heads' private bathroom was becoming a place of dread for Hermione more then a comfort. The room itself was beautiful, the floor was tiled in silver veined white marble and the walls were covered in pearled glass tiles of various shades of blue creating the illusion of water. It was relaxing, and peaceful, with a large bathtub sunk into the floor, tiled in the same glass as the walls, easily big enough to fit three people comfortably. The shower stall was also large, with a shower head that rained water down like a spring storm, and walled on three sides with crackled glass walls. It was a perfect retreat, except it always had the lingering sent of mint, sage and clove,as well as a hint of vanilla, honey and cinnamon. The two fragrances mingled and intertwined, reminding her that the blond was a part of her life, a part that could not be torn off and tossed aside. The worst part of that knowledge was that the more time that pasted the less she wanted to escape his company.

Shaking the thought from her mind she turned on the water, removed her pajamas and stepped into the shower stall letting the steaming water beat against her skin, wishing it could wash the thoughts from her mind as easily as it could wash the thin layer of sleep from her body.

Standing in the curling steam her thoughts drifted once again to Draco Malfoy. The way muscle wrapped bone, under pale flesh that was almost hairless except the small trail that started at his navel and disappeared into the hem of his pants. Grey blue eyes that churned with emotion like the sky before a storm, and shoulder length platinum hair that framed his face but never covered his eyes. He was beautiful, elegant, every movement he made was fluid and graceful, and he was in love with her. In the beginning the idea of being involved with Draco Malfoy, the ferret Prince of Slytherin, had disgusted her more then she could express. Of course, she had learned that the new version of the blond was nothing like the old version had been, now he was kind instead of conceded, sweet instead of snide. He still had his moments where she saw the Malfoy she had known, usually when he was sitting in the Great Hall with the other Slytherins. At those times his mask of arrogance was firmly in place, and Hermione often wondered what he said to Nott and Zabini, if perhaps he made fun of her for being a muggle born, or denied having feelings for her. The Slytherin's however, never seemed to glance in her direction while they were talking, and any time they caught Draco looking at her they would laugh and hit him jokingly on the bicep or slap him on the back.

Sometimes she'd catch herself daydreaming about him, a habit that started earlier in the month and had been increasing in frequency since. At first they had started out simple, much as her day dreams about Ron had been. Romantic picnics, his arms around her, his lips pressed to hers. It was all she'd ever really imagined for Ron, but with Draco it had gone farther, more erotic, his hands on her body, his desire pressed against her. Worst of all, was that she began to daydream that she was the instigator of the hot and heavy snogging sessions. Even as she showered her mind started weaving intricate fantasies, images she couldn't push away.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped her large plush towel around her dampened frame and stepped from the stall. The steam that had been trapped with her billowed out into the bathroom, like fog swirling up from the lake in the early Autumn morning. Crossing to where she had set her clothes she slipped the towel off and wrapped it around her dripping hair, intent to just relax in the warmth of the room before pulling on her clothes and heading back to her room.

The soft click of the door handle turning drew her attention, Draco wasn't the type to break into the bathroom, at least she didn't think he was, which could only mean that she had forgotten to lock the door.

Gasping she grabbed her wand and cast a disillusion charm on herself. It was stupid, she should have just called out that she was there, he would have retreated at the sound of her voice and she would have been able to dress and leave the bathroom without trouble. Instead she remained silent, practically holding her breath as the door opened and a sleep tussled blond trudged into the room.

He was wearing a pair of emerald green satin pajama pants that hung low across his hips and nothing else. He didn't stop to look at himself in the mirror, or even glance around the room before loosening the tie of his pants and letting them slide off his body.

Hermione felt herself go red at the sight but couldn't take her eyes off him.

He walked to the shower stall and opened it, pausing briefly for a reason she couldn't fathom before stepping into the stall and turning on the water.

She knew she should head for the door, but her feet refused to listen to logic and common sense, instead taking her to stand in front of the door.

The crackled glass obscured her vision of the blond, but not so much that she couldn't make out the fact that he stood, his forehead pressed against the glass wall, water beating across his back, his hand wrapped around his erection.

She felt the heat from her face drop lower, coiling in her core. She ached to be the one touching him, her hand reached for the shower door, hoping he was so involved in his fantasy that he wouldn't notice her.

Hermione's eyes snapped open, the hot water beating on her flushed skin was in time to the hammering of her heart. The image of Draco masturbating in the shower had been so real that for a moment she had actually believed that it had been. Her body ached with a need she had never felt for another, not even Ron. She'd refused to satisfy the ache, to quiet it by succumbing to it. She knew if she started down that path there would be no stopping it. Daydreaming about Draco was bad enough, to masturbate to those daydreams would only lead her to want what she thought about. To crave it more then she already did. She wasn't ready to want Draco, wasn't ready to let go of the world she knew, her love for Ron, her memories of all the good things the two of them had shared.

It shouldn't have mattered that Draco was handsome in ways Ron could never compare, that this Draco was infinitely more caring and aware of her needs then Ron had ever been. But it did, other then the boiling rage that rolled off him when he was confronted with Harry and Ron, Draco was perfect. He was the kind of guy most girls dreamt about.

Shaking her head Hermione turned off the water and stepped from the shower, she had to keep her mind off of Draco somehow, had to find something else to think about. Wrapping her towel around her she resolved to force herself not to think about Draco Malfoy in any way other then as a friend, at most, and only when she had no other choice but to think of him. She would keep her romantic daydreams about Ron, or if she couldn't then she would think about Viktor. Giving a firm nod to her resolution, she dressed and quickly crossed the marble tile and opened the door. She was intent to finish getting ready in her room where the lingering scent of Draco Malfoy would not be able to haunt her.

As the door swung inward Hermione felt her breath catch in her chest and her heart skip a beat, the very boy she had promised herself she would not think about was standing on the other side, his face, hair, and bare chest shining in a thin layer of sweat, wearing only a pair of tight fitting shorts.

"Morning 'Mione." He offered with a smile. The damn smile that caused heat to rush to Hermione's cheeks every time she saw it.

"Good morning Draco." She responded, forcing herself to breath and immediately regretting the choice. The lingering smell of his soaps mixed with the musky salt of his sweat assaulted her senses and caused the ache she was trying to ignore to intensify.

His eyes were a rolling storm of emotion as she looked into them, filled with a fire that intensified the heat rushing through her. He looked like he wanted to kiss her, like he was going to kiss her. By Merlin the thought of his lips on hers, of her body pressed against him.

She wanted it, and that want scared her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he looked away, cleared his throat and stepped out of the doorway, allowing her room to step past him and into the common room.

Hermione hurried to exit the bathroom, her mind racing. "Draco..." Her voice sounded small in her own ears as she tried to find her Gryffindor courage.

"Yeah?" His was gravelly and she realized his breathing sounded labored.

Why didn't you kiss me? I wanted you to kiss me. Her mind screamed. "Never mind." She whispered as she made her way to the stairs that lead to her room.

She heard the door to the bathroom close and immediately broke into a run, taking the stairs two at a time in a effort to put distance between herself and the blond. "Are you crazy Hermione?" She practically shouted the moment she was safely closed away in her bedroom. "Not five minutes ago you promised yourself you would stop thinking of Draco Malfoy like that. Yet the minute you see him your brain goes straight to the gutter and you start thinking of letting him into your knickers again. Well no more, the last thing you need is to go falling in love with him. You're in love already remember?" Her shoulders sagged at the thought. She'd been in love with Ron, it was true, and she had thought it was the real honest to goodness kind of love that lasted forever. But the change in the world around her, the change in Ron. She saw the red head and wanted nothing more then to jinx his hair out. He let Lavender Brown fawn over him like a love sick puppy and treated Hermione like she was unwanted in his life. It had hurt at first, the first few weeks of not being with the boy she thought she loved had been gut wrenching, but then, at some point over the weeks of Ron treating her like dirt and Draco acting like she was the most precious thing in his life; she was beginning to fear she had fallen out of love with him. That scared her, more then anything else in the strange world she had accidentally created. The idea that a love which had bloomed slowly over the course of five years was nothing more then a childhood want, that it had dissipated in the few short months since she had lived in the new world. But that wasn't entirely true and she knew it, her relationship with Ron had been rocky ever since they had begun the journey for the Horcrux His constant whining and complaining had worn on her nerves, and the fact that he had just left her and Harry alone in the cold without so much as a backwards glance... no, she'd been falling out of love with Ronald Weasley since before she'd made the wish. There was just no one to take his place in her heart until the new version of Draco Malfoy had come into her life.

Letting out a long sigh she shook her head, it wouldn't help her any to think about the way things had been or what may or may not happen. Her life was changing too fast. At the same time she knew she had to stop pushing Draco away, she couldn't live the rest of her life dodging his feelings for her and her growing feelings for him. She wasn't the type of girl to run away from anything. She'd taken on Death Eaters for Merlin's sake, she should be able to deal with a sexual and emotional attachment to a sweet handsome young man who thought the world of her.

Throwing her hair into a bun she pulled her robes on over top her muggle clothing and looked into the mirror. As usual she felt there was nothing special about her appearance, nothing that should make any boy chase after her like a dog in heat. But there were two, she reminded herself, two boys that wanted her and openly admitted it. She had to admit it was nice to be wanted, truly and completely desired. But at the same time, being pursued by a cockier version of her best friend and a sweeter version of her biggest enemy was hard to get use to.

Shaking her head to clear the jumbled thoughts from her mind. It wasn't helping her to over think the world around her, and there was no way for her to rationalize the actions of others when she hardly understood her own any longer.

Glancing at her reflection one more time, in the full length mirror that hung on her door she nodded and then headed back down the stairs.

Luna stood in the common room, her light blue eyes unfocused as she stared at the ceiling.

"Good morning Luna." Hermione greeted with a smile.

The blond blinked and turned her gaze to the brunette. "Good morning Hermione. I hope Draco finishes getting ready soon. We have a lot to do today."

"I wouldn't say a lot, we're only going costume shopping. There is a wonderful costume shop in London I thought we would go to. It has just about anything you could want as far as muggle costumes go."

"And then we have another errand, which could take a while, but I'm not sure."

"What errand is that?" Came Draco's familiar timber from behind Hermione.

Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, she hadn't heard him enter the room, and her eyes instinctively sought him out. Catching sight of finely pressed school robes and damp blond hair tied neatly back at the base of his skull.

"It was your idea Dracy, and it is a grand idea." Luna answered

Draco raised an eyebrow. "My idea?"

Luna gave a small nod before turning back toward the door. "We should hurry to breakfast or we simply wont have enough time." She stated before moving out into the hall.

Draco turned his gaze to Hermione, offering her a small shrug before moving to follow the other blond.

She couldn't help but laugh softly as she fell in step with the other two. It seemed no matter how the world had been changed, the one thing that would stay the same was Luna's ability to speak in riddles, or for that matter, the very essence of the girl that was Luna Lovegood.

The Great Hall was filled with the dull roar of students all animatedly talking about the trip to Hogsmead and what they wanted to dress as for the Fall Social that was scheduled for Halloween night.

Hermione couldn't help but feel that the excitement was contagious as the slight uneasiness of being out in London with Draco was washed away with the thought of spending the day trying on costumes.

The Gryffindor table was strangely empty, Harry, Ron, Bekka, Ginny and Lavender all missing from their usually seats surrounding her. When a sleep tussled Neville finally sat heavily beside her just before she had finished her breakfast she couldn't help but voice her curiosity at their absence. "Where is everyone?"

"Last minute early morning Quiddich practice." He grumbled, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Oh." She knew Lavender wasn't on the team, but she wouldn't put it past the vapid little blond to sit in on every one of Ron's practices. "Well, have a good day Neville." She offered as she stood.

He muttered what she could only assume was a mostly incoherent fair well and she headed out of the Great Hall.

She knew Luna and Draco wouldn't be far behind. All three of them wanted to head to the apparition point before the rest of the school was scurrying along to Hogsmeade. After all they didn't exactly have permission to go to London, and the Head Boy and Girl couldn't be seen violating school policy.

It turned out that the other two had taken their cue from her, each stepping out into the empty hall just moments after her own exit.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Luna chirped as they made their way into the crisp morning air.

"I know the perfect place to start our search, and hopefully we'll have time to grab lunch in London before we head off to see what your surprise idea is Luna." Hermione added, feeling exhilarated. From what she could discern from the journal entries she had read, her life in the new world consisted mostly of strictly adhering to school rules except when the Marauders were involved. Draco's immense disdain for Harry and Ron often lead him to push the limits of what was allowed in order to foil their plans or get them caught in the act. But the idea of blatantly going against regulations and going to London for the day without permission from any of the professors was thrilling, feeling more like something she would have done with Harry and Ron, if their lives had not been so consumed with the need to destroy Voldemort.

At the apparition point the trio pulled off their school robes and shrank them, allowing Hermione her first real look at Luna and Draco in muggle clothes.

Despite the chill in the air Luna had decided to wear a knee length ruffled pink skirt, blue and pink striped leggings, and a form fitting blue long sleeve shirt with small pink poke-a-dots covering it.

Draco on the other hand could have instantly blended into a crowd in London. He wore boot cut faded blue jeans, a grey button up shirt, finished with a light weight black leather jacket. They both looked strangely, and completely muggle.

"This is going to be so much fun." Luna sighed as she wrapped her arm around Draco's.

The other blond smiled, his grey eyes shining. "See you outside the Leaky Cauldron 'Mione." Without another word he turned on the spot and both blonds disappeared with a pop.

Hermione inhaled deeply, her eyes still trained on the spot the two had been only moments before. I will NOT lust after Draco Malfoy. I will not lust after Draco Malfoy. She silently chanted for a few moments before turning on the spot and vanishing.
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