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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101564 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
.xx.
Hermione had decided that she wouldn't be telling Harry, Ron, or any of her other friends about her and Draco's relationship (what would she say to them anyway? Hey guys, Draco Malfoy and I are frenemies now!... right…). Based on the scope of the situation and how the two acted towards each other, she figured it would be for the best if she kept the information a secret for the time being. Standing at 9¾, Hermione stood in line to receive a kiss goodbye from Molly Weasley. Subconsciously, she was sucking on the Healer Pendant.
She hadn't even put an antibacterial charm on yet either.
Yuck.
Remembering how it was in Malfoy's mouth not too long ago, Hermione spat it out it out immediately.
She had pretty much indirectly kissed him, or so she felt. Gross.
"How much do I have to pay you to help me pass my NEWTs?" Ron asked from behind her. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and raised both eyebrows in sheer amusement.
"You weren't prepared from last year?"
Ron gave her an incredulous look. "Prepared?! All I was prepared for was to blast off Voldemort's head. What the bloody hell were you prepared for?"
"My preparations were to blast off Voldemort's head and pass our NEWTs." Hermione replied, smugly. She prided herself in being, as Draco Malfoy had so kindly put it throughout their years of education together, an insufferable know-it-all.
Before Ron could retort, it was Hermione's turn to receive affection from Molly. Enduring the cheek pinching and smothering, Hermione only smiled through it. She knew if her mother had the ability to enter the realm of Platform 9¾, she'd probably do the same thing Molly was doing.
"And since there are no evils lurking around, please do keep the boys in check." Molly leaned forward so only Hermione could hear her. "Harry and Ron must pass their NEWTs. Make sure they don't spend too much time at the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes."
Hermione nodded, knowing that what Molly said was more than true. She joined Ginny, Harry, Fred and George off to the side as Molly fawned over her last son, Ronald. Hermione was still amused at how Fred and George received permission from Headmistress McGonagall to board the Hogwarts Express. Apparently the twins had made a deal with McGonagall; Fred and George decided that they'd take the summer off from their business to spend time with the family. So come September, when it was time to return, the twins could ride the Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade if and only if they did not sell any bad jokey items to the Hogwarts students.
But Fred and George had no intention of following the rules.
"Mum putting you in charge again?" The twins asked simultaneously and Hermione nodded, sheepishly. Ginny snickered.
"You'll make a great mother, Mia." Ginny commented and Hermione rolled her eyes in response.
"Yeah, if I don't have kids like Harry and Ron."
"What's wrong with us?" Harry enquired as he watched, from the corner of his eye, Molly bestow Ron with a plethora of kisses. Snickering, he turned his full attention back to Hermione.
"You and Ron always came up with clever ideas to get us killed," Hermione's eyes glinted with mock anger. "Or worse… expelled."
"You need to sort out your priorities." Ron commented as he finally joined the group. Molly had finally finished showering her children (and surrogate children in the cases of Hermione and Harry) with love and affection. Before Hermione could come up with a witty retort the whistle blew indicating that the Hogwarts Express was now boarding. With a final hug to Molly, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George boarded the crimson train that they were so familiar with.
.xx.
The Golden Trio snagged a compartment all for themselves as Ginny went to sit with a few girls from her own year. Ron had gotten comfortable, lying down on one side of the compartment as Harry and Hermione were on the other side, staring at Ron incredulously.
"You just woke up three hours ago, Ron." Hermione shook her head and Ron cracked open an eye, to look at her.
"You can never get enough sleep," he argued. "Besides, with you, Harry and I will have numerous sleepless nights studying. I've decided to catch up on the lost hours of sleep now, as opposed to later."
Hermione harrumphed and chose not to speak to Ron for the remainder of the train ride. Way to be appreciative. Harry chuckled and shook his head. "It's going to be a dull year."
"Let's resurrect Voldemort just so we can have an eventful year, hm?" Ron said from his sleepy state. In the background the rumble of thunder sounded. Not long after the train departed from the platform, it had begun raining really hard. Lightning flashed through the sky every so often, and was always followed by the deafening roar of thunder.
"I still find it amusing how you defeated the all-powerful Dark Lord with a disarming spell we learned in second year." Hermione grinned and Harry howled in laughter. The Gryffindors, post-Voldemort, had a running joke of how the Slytherins, who always advocated blood supremacy, followed a half-blooded wizard who eventually was defeated with an Expelliarmus; a disarming spell they learned in second year by a phony wizard celebrity.
"I'm sure if we used Wingardium Leviosa, it would've worked like a charm." Ron murmured as he was on the cusp of sleep.
Hermione groaned and Harry snickered. "You're so punny." Harry shot back and Hermione slapped his arm.
"You two are not at all being humorous right now," she muttered. Both boys stared at her and she bit her lower lip before adding a small: "Okay, maybe it was kind of funny."
There was a cackle and a voice reverberated throughout the train: "Attention students! Lunch will be served shortly after the Treat Trolley makes its round. Today we are serving chicken shepherd's pie with jacket potatoes and baby carrot sticks. Hogwarts Express will arrive at the station at eighteen-hundred hours."
"Sheppard's pie?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well isn't that a notch up."
"Maybe they're sucking up to the Boy Who Lived." Ron mumbled, his eyes still closed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Shepard's pie isn't exactly sucking-up-material, Ronald."
"Don't call me that."
Their compartment door flew open and the Golden Trio turned, thinking it was the Treat Trolley. Not surprisingly it wasn't—instead of the plump little woman that sold treats on the Hogwarts Express, it was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, already dressed in their Hogwarts robes. Hermione noticed that alongside Draco's Slytherin crest, he had his Malfoy Family crest sewn onto his robes. Was that even allowed?
The trio had pulled the hoods over their heads and sauntered into the compartment, all three of them simultaneously saying: "Ohhhh! Dementor!"
"Bugger off, jerks." Ron muttered, sitting up.
Snickering, Draco pulled his hood off and was followed by Vincent and Gregory. Hermione shook her head; she was clearly not amused.
"Are you going to faint, Potter?" Draco crossed his arms in front of him.
"You are such a prick." Harry mumbled. "You'd think after everything all of us have been through, you'd give it up."
Ceremoniously, Draco sat down between Harry and Hermione. Vincent and Gregory took their places, sandwiching Ron between them. "Come on, Potter. Lighten up; we were only having a little fun."
"Your definition of fun is parallel to Ron and Harry's." Hermione mumbled and Draco side glanced at her. His eyes fell on the pendant resting against her chest and he smirked, languidly. Reaching over, he picked up the piece of jewelry.
Immediately, Hermione looked alarmed.
"Nice pendant you got there, Granger." He said in his usual better-than-thou voice. "Looks like a rare Healer Pendant. You know they're native to Italy… particularly Sicily?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't know." She said slowly. "I found a street peddler selling it at Diagon Alley."
Draco's eyes flashed in amusement. "Street peddler? My, oh my…" That bloody drawl! I wonder where this… peddler could have ever gotten such a rare artifact."
"Leave her and her pendant alone." Ron called. "You can be such a prat."
Draco chose to ignore him. His eyes trailed up from the pendant and locked with Hermione's eyes. They shared an unspoken conversation: Harry and Ron didn't know about their frenemy relationship and Hermione would like to keep it that way. Pulling back, Draco let go of Hermione's pendant and slouched into the cushiony seat.
"So, how was everyone's summer?"
Hermione groaned. "You boys bond, I'll be back from the little witch's room."
"Don't you mean the little mudblood's room?" Vincent called as she stood up to leave the compartment. As Hermione froze, and before Ron or Harry could react, Draco pulled Crabbe up by the scruff of his collar and stared at him, lethally.
"We stopped using that word in sixth year." He whispered his voice nothing short of deadly. "I hear you use it again and you will be sorry."
Vincent looked terribly afraid and Ron and Harry's jaws dropped. Gregory was looking between his two friends and wonder what the bloody Mary was going on. Hermione didn't even turn around; she quickly pulled the door open and made a quick escape. Though she was furious over the comment Vincent Crabbe had made, her heart was racing uncontrollably over what Draco Malfoy had done.
Picking up the Healer Pendant, she put it in her mouth and sucked on it… subconsciously of course.
Draco Malfoy: saved her from the Crucio and defended her honour.
He was her knight in shining armour—more like knight in black robes with shiny blond hair. Hermione amended, inwardly laughing. Her mind shifted over to how her two best friends were reacting to Draco's outburst. She wished she could stay to see the aftermath but she had to get out of there.
Even if it was eight years later, that term hurt like a knife cutting in to her heart.
.xx.
Shortly after Hermione left the compartment so did Draco; he instructed Crabbe and Goyle not to follow him. Harry, Ron, Vincent, and Gregory were all sitting awkwardly last Draco saw but he didn't care; they could bond and become best friends and he wouldn't give two flying pumpkins. He used the excuse of having to take a leak but he knew that they knew he was probably going after Hermione.
Way to keep a low profile, Malfoy. He sneered at himself. He had to stop being so obvious of his unhatred for Hermione Granger. Even though after the Battle of Hogwarts and after Voldemort's defeat all the houses had called a truce, the Slytherins still acted slightly more better-than-thou than the other three houses. It wasn't to say that they were downright terrible to the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors, they just acted like they were better.
But the house truce wasn't enough of a reason for Draco Malfoy to go check up on Hermione Granger.
So why did he?
No matter how many times he asked himself questions of such manner, he always knew the answer would be the same.
Same reason you threw yourself in front of a Crucio for her.
So why? Why did I do it?
.xx.
Hermione was waiting patiently in front of the washroom. Somebody was in there and Hermione had no idea how long she'd be in there for. Frankly, I'm glad, she thought, longer this person takes; the later it'll be before I return to the compartment. Hermione didn't really have to go to the bathroom; it was an excuse to get out of there before somebody threw a punch. Leaning against the wall, Hermione stared at the washroom door and thought back to what Draco said just moments ago.
The boy just never ceased to surprise her.
Hermione frowned as she saw a glow underneath the crack of the washroom door. "What the—"
Within seconds a loud alarm sounded and the train screeched to a halt.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Initiating lockdown in three-"
Hermione's eyes widened.
"Two-"
She all but screamed when she felt somebody grab her arm and pull her into an empty train compartment before shutting the door.
"One."
The lights went out and a click was heard; the train compartment was locked by the conductor. "Attention students: there is an intruder on the train. I repeat there is an intruder on the train. All compartments, including washrooms, change rooms, and staffrooms have been locked. We will resume and unlock when the Aurors and Ministry arrive. I repeat: there is an intruder on the train. Every compartment is locked."
Hermione, in a heartbeat, pulled out her wand. Because of the lights going out and the darkness of the weather outside, the compartment was pitch-black. "Lumos." She hissed. As soon as her wand lit up, she saw the illuminated face of a rather concerned looking Draco Malfoy. "Malfoy?! Why the bloody hell did you drag me into an empty compartment for?"
"A 'thank you' would suffice." He replied stiffly.
"What on earth were you doing following me?" She paused, re-evaluated what she said, and looked sheepish. "I mean… thanks." She looked away from him. "For what you did back at the compartment and… for now."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Goodness, Granger, you'd think the earth would split in half and swallow you for being polite. But, because I'm a nice fellow, I accept your gratitude." Draco watched Hermione's expression change from shy, to confused, to annoyance.
"You're such a tool." she muttered. "So there's an intruder on the train? And how were you right there when the alarm went off?"
It was Draco's turn to look uncomfortable. He crossed his arms, in an attempt to keep some sort of dignity, and revealed to Hermione that he went to check up on her after what Vincent said.
"Wouldn't want you drowning yourself out of misery; the toilet is pretty deep." He added, to save face.
Hermione smiled warmly at him. "Thanks… you're a good frenemy."
"I try." he murmured, looking anywhere but her.
And then there was silence; awkward, uncomfortable silence. Hermione set her wand down beside her, still illuminated. Draco watched her and she tried to look anywhere but him. His lips curled up slowly: "Your hair looks nice."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Thanks?"
"Not the bird's nest you used to have when we were younger."
Hermione snorted. "What a classic Malfoy compliment."
"Well it is." He said, winking at her. Hermione was going to retort when the roar of thunder shut her up and made her jump. Her head immediately shot to look outside the window; it was foggy and unclear due to the rain. Draco immediately picked up on her discomfort and sat up straight.
"Does the thunder scare you?"
She looked at him as if he had grown a third eye. "Scare? No. Thunderstorms just don't correlate to positive memories for me." She looked away from him. "The Dementors attacked the train during weather like this."
Draco knew that there was more to her thunderstorm fear than just the Dementors making Potter faint and scream like a sissy girl during their third year. But what the reason behind her fear was not his primary concern, his top priority was to comfort Granger.
He would ask himself why, but he knew the answer.
The answer was always the same.
Wordlessly, he got up and sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in the process. Hermione was stiff for a moment before relaxing and melting into his hold. Her heart was beating a kilometre a minute; she swore it would pop out of her ribcage at any given moment. His index finger was drawing little circles on her shoulder and his head was resting against the back of the seat.
"Thanks." she murmured. He glanced down at her.
"I only did it so I can throw you at a Dementor more easily should they arrive."
She rolled her eyes. "A 'you're welcome' would've suffice." She was mocking him and he knew it. Draco chuckled and she felt his chest rumble against her. Her heart began racing even faster, if that was humanly possible.
"You're welcome, Granger."
And again, they fell into silence. This time, however, it was comfortable and warming.
Welcoming, even.
Hermione didn't know when, but she fell asleep being held by Draco Malfoy. And Draco didn't know why, but when he was sure she fell asleep, he gently leaned forward and kissed her head, just at her hairline. "Sleep tight," he whispered, "Hermione."
.xx.
Draco succumbed to sleep as well. Hermione had, at one point, shifted so that her arm wrapped around his torso and he simply tightened his hold around her shoulders. When the train had resumed moving and when the compartments were unlocked were beyond Draco and Hermione's knowledge.
Thankfully he woke up just moments prior to the train pulling into the station at Hogsmeade. Thank Merlin nobody noticed us… At least Draco hoped nobody noticed them. They weren't exactly keen on advertising their relationship. Grunting, he sat up straight and cracked his neck. He looked down at Hermione and counted, slowly, to one hundred in his head before waking her up. He figured she could use an extra minute or two of shut-eye.
"Granger," he called gently, shaking her slightly. "Hey, Granger."
She merely nestled in closer to him as he tried to wake her. "What is it, Draco?"
His heart stopped beating and his eyes wide. It was the first time she called him by his first name since ever. Although she was still half asleep and probably unaware of what she was doing, the effect on Draco was the same as it would've been should she have been awake.
"We're almost at the village…" He murmured, trying to keep his voice steady. Yawning, jaw-splittingly, Hermione moved away from him and rubbed her eyes before realizing what he said.
"We're here?!" She stood up. "Oh no! I haven't changed… and we fell asleep?! What are Harry and Ron going to say when they find out why I didn't return to the compartment? And who was the intruder?! Oh, Merlin, now I really have to pee!"
Draco chose not to address her last concern. "You still have fifteen questions left out of twenty," he muttered dryly, standing up. "Tell them our compartment didn't unlock. Honestly, Granger, you'd think after owling me all summer you'd pick up on some Slytherin virtues. Granted, lying about going to the bathroom to get away from us is on par with Slytherin attributes."
Hermione snorted in a rather unladylike fashion. Draco raised an eyebrow at her but she waved him off. "You may be a sweetie sometimes, Malfoy." he hid the wince when he heard her call him by his last name again. He would revel in the Draco for as long as his memory would serve him.
"But you're still annoying."
"Remind me of that next time I comfort you during a thunder storm."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "There won't be a next time."
He merely winked at her before sliding the compartment door open. "I'll remind you of that when next time actually happens." Before she could reply, he left.
The nerve of the man.
.xx.
Hermione used the excuse Draco told her to use: their compartment didn't unlock until the train arrived at the station. Ron and Harry seemed to accept her story, saying that their compartment was one of the last ones to unlock after the intruder was escorted off of the train.
Harry also told Hermione that it was Rita Skeeter that was found to be the intruder. She had snuck into the train as her beetle form and the moment she transformed, the intruder sensor on the train picked up on it. Hermione realized, at that moment, that the glowing light she saw under the washroom door was probably Skeeter transforming in to her human self. According to Ron, the Aurors dragged her off kicking and screaming.
The students of Hogwarts assembled into the Great Hall and sat down at their respective tables. Hermione quickly reacquainted herself with her many friends and found herself squished between Neville and Dean.
"Have you seen Trevor?" Neville asked and the group of eighth years burst into laughter.
"Still?" Seamus shook his head. "Nev, give it up."
"But…"
Hermione put a comforting hand on his arm. "Trevor will show up. He always does."
Neville, though evidently distraught, smiled. "Yeah…"
The Great Hall was abuzz with chitter chatter in all corners. Draco hugged his good female friend, Tracey Davis, tightly. "Had a good summer, Trace?"
Tracey shrugged. "More or less. Theodore was a pain in my royal behind though."
In the beginning of seventh year, Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis had become an official couple. Most of the Slytherins called them T-squared. Blaise, as inappropriate and dirty as it was, called them "tity," both in reference to their initials and the slang American term for breasts.
Draco claimed he had too much respect for Tracey as a sister to degrade her name as such. Theodore, on the other hand, he didn't care much about. At that point, Theodore hit his arm, hard, and Draco said Tracey hit harder than him.
Of course, all was in good humour.
"Attention!" Minerva McGonagall bellowed as she stood at the podium many students were accustomed to seeing Dumbledore stand behind. "Attention everyone!"
Slowly, the Great Hall quieted down. Draco sat beside Blaise and Theo and sipped on some provided pumpkin juice. Across the room, he saw Hermione laugh at something Neville Longbottom said and felt a funny sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was the same feeling he had when he saw them have lunch together at Diagon Alley.
Why are you overreacting? He asked himself. She's just a friend. NO! A frenemy.
"Another year, another adventure," McGonagall started. "Many of you recall the tragedies of early this summer—Voldemort has been defeated and all peace is now restored to both the wizard and muggle worlds. Our hearts are forever with those who were sacrifices in this war for peace. May we have a moment of silence to respect our peers and loved ones."
Almost at once all of the students' heads bowed for a minute to respect their friends that they lost in the many wars they partook in early in the summer. Hermione had her hands clasped in front of her, sending a prayer for all the friends they lost. Draco simply prayed for his family. He prayed for the lost members and the members who were reconciling, mainly the Malfoys, Lestranges, and Blacks.
After the moment was complete, McGonagall continued. "For this year, the first to seventh years will proceed as usual. Our eighth years, and primary survivors from the war," she bowed her head to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "will be enrolled in special classes designed just for them. Because they have the knowledge of the untaught Dark Arts, their classes will help them hone and master these techniques. The eighth years will graduate exactly a week before the seventh years."
There were some murmurs exchanged and McGonagall allowed them to converse for a moment before silencing the students. "And now, Madam Hooch, please file in the first years and the Sorting Hat."
Hermione clapped her hands in glee as a group of tiny first years entered the Great Hall. They all looked appropriately nervous and, not surprisingly, a few pointed over to the Gryffindor table and made comments on how Harry Potter is sitting somewhere there and how he defeated You-Know-Who. After the first years were all settled, McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on a stool and, within seconds, it came to life.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy woggy Hogwarts,
Your lights shine bright; enlightening young minds of yonder.
I sing this song, to welcome our students,
and give them something to ponder…"
"That wasn't very rhyme-y." Ron nudged Harry who nodded.
"He lost his touch."
Hermione glared at them both. "Hush, both of you!"
Ron and Harry snickered. "Yes mum." They responded simultaneously and Hermione chose to ignore them.
"Meeting at the horizon,
The sky and the sea.
A dragon, born from the lion's den;
One,
Out of three."
Hermione immediately snapped her head to her two best friends. "Is it prophesizing?" She hissed and Harry shrugged his attention on full alert. If there was anything that they learned over the past seven years, it was that the Sorting Hat never sang a song for the sake of it
"Salazar's soul; two parts of a whole.
Godric's gift; the spirit of a snake it lifts.
Rowena and Helga, by the sides-
Soon, they'll change the tide.
Can the horizon split?
The seas run away?
Can the sun burn out?
Or are they here to stay?
Another year,
Another beginning.
A union is born,
Between a dragon
And his lady,
And so ends my song."
The poem-y song ended and the Great Hall paused before applauding slowly. Hermione only shook her head when Ron gave her a questioning look. 'No idea,' she mouthed and turned her attention to McGonagall who placed the hat on the first student.
Despite Voldemort being defeated and a promising year ahead, the Golden Trio knew that something was going to happen.
Something to do with the sun, the sea… and dragons…
.xx.
Hermione lay on her four-poster bed, sharing a room with the girls she always did: Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Fay Dunbar, Kellah Morris. Kellah and Fay were doing each other's nails and Parvati wondered off to reacquaint herself with some of the other Gryffindors. Lavender had already fallen asleep.
Hermione lay awake reading a novel she brought from home, The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Her mother recommended it to her a while ago and Hermione decided that instead of reading it over the summer, she'd pack it and read it at Hogwarts whenever she had time or was bored.
An irritating tapping came from the window and her eyes widened recognizing Bubo Bubo. Kellah frowned. "What the heck is an owl doing here?"
Hermione threw her book down and went to pull the window open. She stroked Bubo's head before retrieving the roll of parchment from him and letting him into the girls dormitory. Fay raised an eyebrow and asked whose owl that was and Hermione told her that it was just a friend.
Hello Granger,
Surprised? Good, that was my intention. I wanted to inform you that the events of today will not be repeated. I cannot tarnish my reputation as the Slytherin Prince.
That is all.
D.M.
Hermione snorted and quickly pulled out her own parchment.
Malfoy,
Some nerve, hmm? You can tell me that you owl'd me because you missed me. You don't need to put up an act. But don't worry, I won't tell the whole school that you are the sweetest boy I've ever met. Who knows, perhaps the next time there's a thunder storm, you'll comfort Pansy Parkinson.
Best wishes,
H.G.
Within five minutes, Hermione received a response. Kellah simply rolled her eyes and continued drawing butterflies on Fay's toenails.
Granger,
You have got to be kidding me. Me? Miss YOU? I'm laughing right now and I'm sure you can hear me up at the Gryffindor Tower. That's about as likely as me comforting you during a thunderous storm in a stalled Hogwarts Express.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. He just told me he missed me… she mused.
And now I have dirty images of me hugging Parkinson. Thanks a lot, Granger.
D.M
Hermione decided to keep her letter short and to the point.
Malfoy,
Is this why you owl'd me? To be an annoyance?
H.G.
Draco, who was lying on a couch in the Slytherin Dungeon, saw Bubo Bubo fly in through the open wall. Purposely, Draco did not shut the wall that separated the Slytherin common room with the dungeons only so that Bubo Bubo could fly in without any qualms. After all, the dungeons were located under water.
Granger,
Yes,
D.M.
Two could play that game was Draco's mentality when he responded. Hermione, on the other hand, was amused to no end.
Malfoy,
You're an annoyance.
H.G.
Draco shook his head and scribbled his response down before sending Bubo Bubo away again.
Granger,
Yet you still reply.
D.M.
Hermione let Bubo sit on her shoulder as she stared at Draco's recent letter. Fay and Kellah began ignoring Hermione and she was glad—they asked a few times who she was owling but they got the hint after she never responded.
Malfoy,
It is polite to respond to those you consider a friend, or a frenemy in your case. However, it is getting late now and I will be falling asleep. Will see you in class tomorrow.
Yours,
H.G.
Within two minutes Bubo came back with a rolled up parchment. Grunting in annoyance, Hermione opened the window and, before she realized what was happening, Bubo Bubo dropped the parchment and flew off, not waiting for Hermione to write a reply letter. Hermione was dumbfounded. "So he doesn't want a response?" She mumbled to herself as she picked up the letter.
Going back to her bed, Hermione got comfortable and slowly unrolled the parchment. She was wondering what Draco Malfoy could possibly want to say that he didn't want a response for.
Granger,
Fine. I did miss you.
Sleep tight,
Draco
.xx.
Edited August 6, 2016
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