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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20404 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11: Letters
After their altercation in the library, Hermione noticed Draco’s absence altogether, he wasn’t even in class anymore. Ever since that moment she hadn’t been able to catch him again. She knew his feelings had been hurt but surely he was overreacting? She couldn’t quite grasp what the problem was. After almost a week of not seeing him in class, she decided to stay after transfiguration and ask McGonagall about his absence.
“Excuse me, Headmistress?”
“Miss Granger, is there something you needed?” The older witch asked looking at her student over her spectacles.
“Yes, well, I was wondering, if you don’t mind my asking, where’s Malfoy? I mean, where’s Draco? I haven’t seen him for a while…” Hermione asked, rather uncomfortably.
“I wasn’t aware that the two of you were friends.” Miss McGonagall raised an eyebrow and she looked at her almost knowingly.
“I mean, well, I think we are…things have changed.”
“That they have indeed. I’m proud of you Miss Granger. Just like Mister Malfoy, you’re working on making all the necessary changes after the war. You two really are my brightest students.”
Hermione just didn’t know what to answer to that.
“Mister Malfoy unfortunately had to attend to some private matters. He’s back at his home for an undefined period of time.”
“Oh” Hermione said, and the look on her face must have given her feelings away because McGonagall’s mouth twisted up in the corners as she continued:
“He just sent me an owl today with some recommendations for the most recent reparations he was doing to the school. Would you maybe like to borrow the owl?” and seeing that her point wasn’t sinking in yet she added “He knows his way back to Mr Malfoy…”
“Oh, well, um, sure, if it isn’t a problem for you-” Hermione started to say, trying to act as nonchalant about this news as possible.
“Of course not” she said now smiling. “You’ll find him in the teacher’s end of the owlery. An incredibly large brown owl that answers to the name Hunter.”
“Thank you” Hermione said to her and just before leaving she added “If you need any more help rebuilding Hogwarts, please let me know. I’d be glad to give a hand”.
“That would be very much appreciated Miss Granger.” She said and then turned back to her desk signalling that the conversation had come to an end.
Malfoy,
I hope you don’t mind, Headmistress McGonagall let me use your owl. I do hope everything is alright, she mentioned that you had some private matters to attend to. Rest assured, I can lend you my schoolwork when you get back so you don’t have any problems catching up.
I was under the impression you might be upset with me. I’m not sure I understand why.
I’d like you to know I do not regret what happened by the forest. I do apologize though as I don’t feel as if I left you much of a choice in the matter.
Hermione.
She had re-written the letter almost ten times before coming to this result. She finally brought it up to the owl McGonagall had told her about. He was indeed much larger than the other owls and as much as she loved animals she was a little frightened at first. But, as she slowly tiptoed closer, she saw that it was very well trained. Upon seeing her approach, the owl immediately extended its foot, talons open and waiting for the letter she was nervously toying with between her fingers. Not only was she uneasy because of the massive bird in front of her but also because of the content of her letter. Finally, she handed it over and saw the owl stretch out his wings before lifting off.
Whilst watching it fly towards the horizon she caught herself thinking of Draco and their kiss. She didn’t want him thinking she regretted it. Because she truly didn’t. She realized the reason she felt bad towards him was that when she kissed him, she felt she had forced him into a situation where he had no say, very much like what he went through during the past year: forced into actions without having a choice in the matter. As much as she loved the kiss she didn’t believe it to be very fair that she imposed it on him. But, it felt so right. She would never had though Draco’s lips could be so soft. And that he could be so gentle, yet taking just the right amount of control. Honestly speaking, she couldn’t remember a time in her life where she felt more turned on. She realized it had to do with the whole package. The kiss was great, but it was so because it was with him. And that thought frightened her. It was, in fact Draco Malfoy, she was starting to feel things for and she didn’t know how ready she was to feel these things...for him. Her body definitely was ready; as was his if what she thought she felt through their layers of clothing was any sign. Her body wasn’t the issue…it was her mind that needed a gentle nudge.
The following day at breakfast Hermione’s face lit up when she saw the huge brown owl soar to her with a letter attached to its foot. Ron looked at her with a raised eyebrow but then eggs and bacon and a plateful of pancakes appeared in front of him, taking away all his attention. Hermione took the opportunity to unhook the letter and read it discreetly under the table.
Hermione,
I see that you’ve missed me. How interesting.
I hardly believe I’ll have any problems catching up with the schoolwork I haven’t done yet, however thank you for the offer.
Finally, please rest assured that you left me plenty choice and that no action (or reaction if you’d rather) of mine towards you since the beginning of the semester has given me any feelings of regret.
I wish to return to Hogwarts shortly. In the meantime, please learn to use my given name (see below).
Draco.
Hmmm…to say she had mixed feelings about his reply was an understatement. First off, how cocky and pretentious. Come to think of it, how typically Malfoy of him, she thought. She never talked about missing him. How dare he jump to conclusions like that? What did he mean by interesting? And to top it off, he turned down her offer for the schoolwork when she was only trying to be nice! Really, what did she expect, she scolded visibly, earning a questioning look from both Ginny and Harry. Great, clearly he had spoken to her about their conversation. Now Ginny was surely going to analyse all her reactions. Hermione returned to her bowl of fruit and pretended to be interested in an article in the paper Neville was reading next to her. He set it down on the table so she wouldn’t have to read over his shoulder. There was an article about Charlie Weasley’s work with dragons and Hermione started to read it but her mind skipped back to Draco’s letter. She didn’t know what to make of it, on one hand it annoyed her beyond words but on the other, it raised even more questions: especially with his final sentiment about having no regrets. That one made her very happy, although his phrasing always seemed to hold a condescending tone to it. What was quite clear was that he knew how to wind her up. And by their kiss and how it had made her feel, he could apparently also just as well help her wind down.
Going down memory lane made her blush. Knowing she was under her friends scrutiny and not wanting to answer any questions about her reaction, she went on to busy herself by petting Hunter and picking off some grains from a piece of bread to feed him with. She was about to ask the owl to wait for a reply at the owlery when he took off out the nearest window.
“Hey-” she exclaimed. Great, now how was she going to reply to him.
“Looks like someone isn’t expecting a reply…” Ginny said.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her and Harry gave his girlfriend a look that said it all. Hermione was sure that he was kicking her under the table for that comment.
Draco’s reply and the fact that he had instructed his owl to leave before she could answer anything had her fuming all day long. Hermione could hardly listen during her classes and even made a mess in Herbology almost getting Professor Sprout caught by a Venomous Tentacula. She knew she had to focus but a certain Slytherin just seemed to know how to get under her skin.
The following days she kept looking for the big brown owl during every meal but Hunter was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, what Hermione did notice was Lavender and Ron holding hands on occasion and they seemed closer than ever. Always laughing together at their own little secrets and waiting for each other in front of the classes they didn’t share. It was as if they were joined at the hip, Hermione thought sourly. She was surrounded by couples. There was also Ginny and Harry who would disappear more and more often for extended periods of time and by the state of Harry’s hair when they got back it was clear to all that they had been fooling around. Clear to all except one that is: the redheads’ older brother. Ron could be thick at times, especially when it came to seeing his sister as a woman and furthermore her having adult relations with his friend. Evidently, Ron’s mind refused to process that thought so he would react in a funny way: utterly oblivious to what was going on. Once in the common room surrounded by everyone, when Harry and Ginny had attempted a discreet return from their mischief making, Ron pointed to Harry’s hair and said:
“Harry, mate, you should really wear a cap or something when you go play quidditch, your hair’s all over the place.”
The whole room burst out laughing and Ron didn’t seem to understand. He smiled and laughed uneasily for a bit as Lavender pulled on his arm to get him to focus his attention on her. She looked back at Ginny with a smile and a knowing look.
Hermione smiled at the scene as she read her book in front of the common room’s fireplace. The winter formal was just around the corner and many couples seemed to be forming. Even Neville, sitting opposite her had been making out with a younger witch on his lap. Without even realizing it, Hermione had started to withdraw from her group of friends because of the general atmosphere and so she let her mind wonder off to a certain blond wizard.
“Earth to Hermione?” Ginny’s voice could be heard.
It was sometime later and most of the common room had emptied. Ginny was doing homework at the table behind Hermione and had caught her staring into space absentmindedly.
“Hey, yeah Ginny, sorry, you were saying?”
“What is with you these days?” Ginny said. “You seem so distracted all the time…”
“It’s nothing, Gin, really.” Hermione reassured her worried looking friend.
“Is it because of Ron and Lavender?” Ginny said unconvinced. “I mean, I’ve seen you notice them and all and I promise, Ron doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, he was quite adamant about that-”
“No, really, Ginny, it’s fine. I mean, I knew something was up and she makes him happy so who am I to judge.” “I’m just a bit lost in my thoughts, that’s all…”
“Thoughts regarding anyone in particular? Ginny hinted a smile creeping up on her face.
“I’m not sure I know who you’re-”
At that moment Harry and Ron came into the common room, halting the girls’ conversation right were it was.

That night, when Hermione was in bed, she reached under her pillow and reread Draco’s letter for the hundredth time.
Hermione. Oh, she liked that when he used her first name.
I see that you’ve missed me. How interesting. I’ll show you interesting, just you wait…
…no action (or reaction if you’d rather) of mine towards you since the beginning of the semester has given me any feelings of regret… Really? That was all she was going to get from him? Why was it that a part of her felt all tingly when reading this…it certainly seemed to imply the opposite of a feeling of regret…right? She was overanalysing this, or was she? Why was it that everything about this man left her so confused? Finally, I wish to return to Hogwarts shortly, what’s that supposed to mean? When? She knew she couldn’t ask him for a specific time frame but still, the wait was driving her up the wall. Would he be here by next Friday for the winter formal?
She hid the wrinkled letter back under her pillow and fell asleep with the last word from his letter on her mind.
Draco.
.
Sweet dreams, Hermione.
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