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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101559 -:- 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.
Bright and early, the handful of eighth year students piled into McGonagall's classroom and prepared themselves for a brutal year of Transfiguration. Unfortunately for them, all of their classes (Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, and a brand new class specific to the eighth years, Unforgiveable and Illegal Spells) were all NEWT levels and were chosen for them. While the seventh years had the choice of which electives to take and which NEWTs to write, the eighth years did not.
Ron had said something about receiving 'special treatment' for defeating Voldemort. Harry said that they might as well relearn and master the Expelliarmus, since it was the spell that destroyed the once revered Dark Lord. Another running joke among the Gryffindors was that the disarming spell was probably the most lethal spell known to wizardkind. Even stronger than the Avada Kedavra.
"Now," McGonagall didn't even dawdle to begin her lesson. She jumped right into it. "Transfiguration has many rules that the Ministry has set to maintain peace and order. Though it is simplistic in technique, there are dire consequences if it was conducted without care."
Hermione, who was sitting between Fay Dunbar and Harry Potter, was leaning on the palm of her right hand and watching McGonagall intently. She was acutely aware of the head of silvery blond hair sitting at the third table to the right, beside Blaise Zabini. Hermione was sitting at the fourth table to the left, close enough to Draco Malfoy.
Ron was lingering at the back of the classroom with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Apparently he had no intention of passing NEWT level Transfiguration.
Apparently, neither did Seamus nor Dean. Parvati was sitting with her sister, Padma, in the row behind Harry, Fay, and Hermione and the rest of the eighth year students were scattered throughout the room.
"We have received special permission from Kingsley Shacklebot to practice techniques that center on the Dark Arts." McGonagall's gaze darkened. "They should never be used unless it is a life or death circumstance. Failure to follow this rule will result in imprisonment, or in some cases, removal of magic and erasing of memory."
Adrian Pucey whistled low, indicating that the consequences were severe. McGonagall shot him a glare that clearly translated to shut up.
"We will use the first three months of the year to learn and master the art of human transfiguration—" collective gasps were heard and Ron coughed.
"Ferret!"
The Gryffindors giggled and Draco glanced over his shoulder, shooting Ron a lethal glare. Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. McGonagall scowled.
"Mr. Weasley. That was in no way appropriate. I'm afraid I have to deduct ten points from Gryffindor house."
Ron twitched. It was so like Minerva McGonagall to deduct points from her own house. Sometimes Ron wished that McGonagall was more like Severus Snape—he never deducted points from Slytherin and if he did, it'd probably be three points for not paying attention.
Snape was a little snake like that.
"There are only three students in this class familiar with the transfiguration of human beings." McGonagall nodded her head to those three students. "It was supposed to be taught for your sixth year but due to unforeseen circumstances, as you remember, the curriculum was changed. So, to begin with, we will learn how to conduct human transfiguration into inanimate object, self-transfiguration, and finally, human transfiguration to an animate object both third-party and self." McGonagall glanced around the class before naming the three students that knew human transfiguration to the fullest. "The three experts are: Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin, and Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw."
All eyes snapped to Draco—he knew human transfiguration?!
"Didn't your mothers' ever teach you that staring is rude?" Draco snapped, not loving the unwanted attention. Hermione wanted to snort at him; granted she was surprised he knew human transfiguration, but it wasn't unnatural. He was deemed Slytherin Prince very early on and Hermione wouldn't put it past Lucius Malfoy to teach his son some of the not-so-legal tricks of the trade.
McGonagall tapped her podium with her wand. "I would like Miss. Granger and Mr. Malfoy to come up here and both display how human transfiguration is done."
Hermione gulped and stood up rigidly. She saw Draco stand up too, in a languid fashion, and wanted to throw something at his head. Even when he was put on the spot he was as cool as a cucumber. Walking up to the podium, she stood beside Draco and could practically feel the heat emitting off of his body.
"Miss. Granger, will you go first?" McGonagall asked and Hermione nodded. Clearing her throat, she pulled her wand out of her robe and turned to face Draco. He merely raised his perfect blond eyebrow as she raised her wand to eye level, her expression monotonous.
"Humana ad ictis!" A shot of purple blasted out of Hermione's wand and came in contact with Draco. Immediately, his body morphed into a tiny, blond ferret. The entire classroom, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw alike, burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Even McGonagall chuckled under her breath. The little Draco ferret blatantly glared up at Hermione as McGonagall and the aforementioned witch stared down at him. "I'll give Gryffindor ten points if you can get Mr. Malfoy to smile." McGonagall stated.
Hermione bit her bottom lip and the entire class leaned forward in anticipation. "Well," Hermione glanced around the room. "I never wanted to admit it but… Draco Malfoy has to be the best looking man in all of Hogwarts. He's also the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on—wizard and muggle alike."
Indeed, as Hermione predicted, the ferret smirked. Hermione squealed and jumped up and down as McGonagall awarded their house ten points. Reversing the transfiguration, the ferret morphed back into Draco Malfoy. His arms were crossed, his eyebrows furrowed, but his lips were smirking. "Real original, Granger. Real bloody original."
Hermione shrugged. "I know; I get points for creativity. The good looking stuff though," she leaned forward, "I lied."
Draco's eyes widened and Ron howled in laughter. McGonagall rubbed her temples; no matter how many points she deducted from Ronald Weasley, he never learned.
"Ronald Weasley. One more outburst from you and I will have you in detention until you graduate!"
Crabbe and Goyle burst into laughter that was louder than Ron's and McGonagall deducted ten points from Slytherin each. Harry leaned over to Fay. "Do they ever learn?"
She giggled. "Don't think so."
"Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall nodded to him. "Your turn."
Puffing his chest out, Draco held his wand out and changed: "Humana ad castor!"
A shot of silver came out of his wand and enveloped Hermione. Within a heartbeat, she morphed into an oversized beaver with larger than life buckteeth. The Slytherins laughed and Pansy Parkinson made a point to snort really loudly. Beaver Hermione bore her buckteeth and McGonagall sighed, wondering why she asked those two to demonstrate. Why didn't she call upon Luna and Hermione?!
"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, if you can make Miss. Granger smile, I'll award Slytherin ten points."
Draco frowned, wondering what he could say to Granger that could possibly get her to smile. "Umm… Granger is the beautifulest woman ever?"
The beaver hissed and Harry twitched. "Malfoy, beautifulest is not a word in the English vocabulary."
"Can it, Potter."
"You're failing, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall was amused. She knew that Hermione was a stubborn one but she wondered how she could fare against Draco Malfoy trying to get her to smile. McGonagall had half the thought that Draco might just pick up the beaver and tickle her.
"Granger is so smart… even smarter than I!"
"You're terrible at giving compliments," Padma called. "You'd think the Prince of Slytherin had tact."
Malfoy languidly gazed at her. "I only lack when it comes to Granger. The woman is insufferable."
The beaver hissed again.
"You aren't getting her to smile with insults," Susan Bones murmured, chewing on her thumb. The eighth years were rather glad that McGonagall wasn't as anal with them as she was years prior. Perhaps it had to do with that the fact that they were mature and war survivors. In any case, this little game of "points" would never have happened even the previous year.
Granted, there was no previous school year for any of them.
"Bloody hell," Draco snarled. "I give up! Castor ad Granger!" Before their eyes, Hermione morphed back into her humanoid self. She glared at Draco before, suddenly, bursting into laughter. Draco's gaze darkened.
"Really, Granger?! You couldn't have done that two seconds prior?"
Hermione was holding her sides and, her laughter being contagious, the three houses save Slytherin also burst into peals of laughter. "You. Really. Can't. Compliment!" Hermione said through breaths. McGonagall rubbed her temples—she thought for students that saw death purely because some magicians wanted to kill would be a lot more sombre.
Not her eighth years, that was for sure.
"Settle down, Miss. Granger. Return to your seats promptly."
As Hermione strode past Draco to get to her seat, he pinched her arm. Yelping, she glared at him over her shoulder and he merely gave her an innocent smile.
Watch out, she mouthed and he rolled his eyes.
Being frenemies with Granger wasn't all that bad. Draco seemed to enjoy it.
.xx.
"We're getting the day off to go to Hogsmeade Village tomorrow." Kellah called from her position on her bed. Lavender was curling her hair with Hermione's curling iron—she wanted to do it the muggle way. Fay was watching Lavender and Parvati was attempting to brush Hermione's hair, of course, the muggle way. Sometimes they didn't want to use magic; they used it every day for the past eight years and really, they needed a break.
"Really?" Hermione frowned. "Why? It was only the first day today."
Parvati stopped brushing Hermione's hair to comment. "I think it's because we have double potions tomorrow and Professor Snape is sick."
Fay cringed. "Ugh, NEWT Potions…"
"It's so unfair we're being forced to write our NEWTs." Kellah muttered. "I mean Hermione and Harry could become Aurors without having five Es. They were the top players in the Battle of Hogwarts."
"I do not want to be an Auror," Hermione snorted. "Do I look like I want to chase bad guys for the rest of my life? Seven years was enough."
The girls laughed at Hermione's outburst. They thought she enjoyed playing cops and robbers but apparently not. She did have a point though; after having found horcruxes and defeating Voldemort, Hermione Granger needed to retire from bad-guy hunting.
"What do you want to be then?"
"Well, I want to see if I can beat the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse." she grinned. "I would love to try and be the only D.A.D.A professor that survives for more than one year."
"Really?" Fay rolled her eyes. "Leave it to Hermione to want to be an actual Professor here. Wasn't eight years of this rubbish enough for you?"
Hermione shook her head and Parvati pulled on her hair. "Stop moving, Hermione!"
"Apart from being a professor, I know Gringotts is looking for somebody who could possibly be an ambassador to the muggles to advertise muggle aspects of the bank," Hermione shrugged. "Since I am muggle-born, the position appealed to me."
"Anything to get away from chasing bad guys, huh?"
Hermione laughed. "Yep. Ron wants to be a Quidditch player, Harry an Auror, and me? Anything that hasn't to do with flying or bad guys."
"Imagine," Kelleh's eyes twinkled, "Hermione in one of those muggle pencil skirts with her hair in a bun."
Parvati squealed. "Oh, yes! With a see through blouse—anda black bra!"
Hermione deadpanned. "I am not a sex object."
"Doesn't mean that you can't look sexy." Fay beamed and Lavender nodded. Hermione wanted to retort but there was a tap at their tower window. All the girls looked over to find a small scrawny owl.
Bubo Bubo! Hermione shoved Parvati and went to open the window, letting the owl in and grabbing the rolled parchment that was attached to him. Fay asked who it was from and Kellah answered for Hermione.
"Probably the unnamed friend. I'm telling you, Granger, if it's a boy and you haven't told us, I will hurt you and you will wish Voldemort was back because, trust girl, you'd rather face him than me." Everybody knew Kellah was not kidding.
Hermione told Parvati that she could finish brushing her hair later and her friend merely rolled her eyes; she decided to play a match of wizard chess with Kellah instead. Getting comfortable on her four-poster bed, Hermione unrolled the parchment as Bubo Bubo perched on her shoulder.
Granger,
You're clever, hm, turning me in to a ferret? If we weren't frenemies, I would've done something terribly nasty, like turn you into an oversized beaver.
Hermione rolled her eyes, he was such a riot.
Snape is ill, as you probably know, and tomorrow's classes have been cancelled. The Slytherins are headed to Hogsmeade for the day and I am sure your faux-courageous friends are as well. Knowing you, you are probably going to be spending the day in the Library, the restricted section, shelf number four, probably on a section to do with dragons?
Hermione's eyes widened. How did he…know?
I'm a mind reader. He wrote next. Well, I also seem to remember that you were in the section on Dragons at Flourish and Blotts at Diagon Alley. You can say that I am a very observant male character, along with my charming personality and rugged good looks.
She wanted to snort.
What I wanted to ask was that if you'd possibly like to grab some butterbeer with me? Perhaps discuss what is appropriate or not in regards to morphing one another in to animals. I think if you turned me into a King Cobra, it would've done me some justice. Who knows? Perhaps I would have transformed you into a lion.
"No you wouldn't." she muttered.
Actually, I probably wouldn't.
Hermione giggled.
Let me know, I suppose. I don't want to run around Hogsmeade, especially with Pansy and Millicent. On another note, this letter writing rubbish hurts my wrist. I can't afford to bruise my perfect hand.
D.M.
Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment and proceeded to write down her response.
Malfoy,
Your letters never cease to amuse me. You should've seen the ferret coming, though, it's classic…anybodywould've done it and I'm sure Luna Lovegood would have as well. The girls and I were just talking about tomorrow's day off; all of the eighth years are going to be going down to the village.
Howeverhoware we supposed to have butterbeer if all of our classmates are going to be in and out of the pub? Your plan has a fatal flaw, Malfoy.
You are right about the letter writing thing, though. No, not about your "perfect" wrist, more like it is painful to write letter after letter. Perhaps there could be an alternative?
Well, surprise me tomorrow… we will see what you are capable of.
H.G.
She sent Bubo flying out the window and quickly gathered her things. Hermione told the girls that she would be headed to the library. Kellah snorted saying that of course Hermione would be headed to the library. It was classic Hermione.
Hermione laughed along with the other girls. What they didn't need to know was that she wasn't actually going to the library to study.
She was going to the library to figure out if she could do something about what Malfoy had mentioned…
Something about making their correspondence easier.
.xx.
It wasn't quite lights out yet but Hermione was the only one in the library. She figured as much, nobody else would be there on the first day of school. She had books spread across a table and she was leaning over a particular book that talked about magical engravings into jewelry and enchanting parchment. The idea seemed appealing and she wanted to know more about the topic…
"Really, Granger?"
Her heart jumped and she looked up to see Draco standing on the other side of the table, dressed in jeans and a button up black silk dress shirt. Hermione chose not to acknowledge that she noticed the top two buttons were undone, giving her a glimpse of his near perfectly sculpted chest.
"How did you know I was here?" She tried to sound calm but she knew her voice was shaking.
"Bubo came back with the letter I wrote in response to you," he shrugged as if it were the most natural thing. He pulled out a chair and plopped down, rather carelessly. "I figured it was because he didn't know where to find you, and the only place thatis, is the library."
"You're rather creepy and have stalker tendencies." Hermione muttered and she turned her attention back to the book before her. She heard Draco snicker and, without warning, the book in front of her was pulled away.
"Malfoy!"
"I want to know what you're reading."
Hermione snarled and crossed her arms in front of her. Draco did a quick once over of the page and nodded, returning it back to her. "Enchanted parchment sounds good."
"I was aiming towards the jewelry," Hermione muttered. "I don't want to have to carry a piece of parchment around all the time. It would seem rather strange if I pulled this crumpled up sheet from my robes every now and then."
Draco snickered. "Touché, Granger."
"How about both?" Hermione's eyes locked with his. It never ceased to amaze her at how wonderfully gray his eyes were. They were unnatural and complimented his hair perfectly. His hair, unlike the previous year when it was long and combed over, was shorter and spiked. The style of his hair seemed to give it a certain brown tint, but the blazing platinum blond was still recognizable.
"Both?"
Hermione nodded, flipping through some pages in the book. "Parchment for when we're in class… jewelry for when we're not?"
"I'm not a woman."
"Merlin, I'm not giving you a nose ring, Malfoy." Hermione snorted. "Perhaps a necklace? Or a bracelet?"
"A bracelet is feminine."
Hermione scowled. "Well tough luck. I'll figure something out and you're going to appreciate it. Understood?"
Draco merely shook his head. "You're pushy, Granger."
"It's in my blood."
He raised both eyebrows and she made it a point to look away from him and back at the book in front of her. In the distance, Draco heard a clock ticking… one second, two, three seconds, four.
Five.
Six…
"Let's have a picnic in the Astronomy Tower tomorrow." He said suddenly and Hermione's head shot up.
"Come again?"
"For butterbeer," he amended, "we'll set up a picnic like we did at the Leakey Cauldron."
Hermione crossed her arms in front of her, unaware that Draco's eyes immediately locked with her breasts. Were they always that big? Draco had a sudden desire to see if they were perfectly sized to cup…
Draconis Lucius Malfoy! He scolded in his head, hoping to somehow hear his mother. She always managed to turn him off from deeds that were illegitimately attractive. Do not fantasize about grabbing Granger's breasts. They are off limits. Remember, frenemies. Shall I spell it out? F – R – E- N – E- M – I –E – S!
"Do you really think I'd go to the Astronomy Tower with you?"
"And why not?"
"You only take girls up there to get into their robes."
Draco grinned. "So? Don't wear robes tomorrow then."
"Malfoy!"
"Fine, fine," he held his hands up in surrender. "I won't try to get into your robe slash pants slash skirt… whatever you choose to wear."
"Malfoy…" She said warningly. Draco knew that tone; it was a typical woman tone. He heard his mother use it plenty times with his father and the outcome of anything said after that tone was not good. Knowing that he had to maintain his honour, he slouched in his seat.
"Fine. Since all of our classmates are going to be at Hogsmeade, and the other students in class, let's have a picnic at the Quidditch field."
Hermione's eyes widened before she grinned. "That sounds lovely. Wow, Malfoy, you really are a romantic."
He waved his hand and Hermione noted how his biceps rippled beneath his shirt. When did he get so built? He was fifty times more attractive than what Hermione remembered. He definitely seemed a lot more built than when she saw him at Diagon Alley less than a week ago.
"Like what you see?" He smirked as he noted that she zoned in on his biceps.
"No." She said curtly. He knew she was lying.
"Well," he rubbed his left bicep and Hermione wanted to laugh at him. What a narcissist. "After somebody said I was pudgy, I decided I'd prove her wrong."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Pudge—you listened to me!?"
"Why the hell not?" He asked, as if her question was so preposterous. "When somebody calls me fat, I have to take it seriously."
"Merlin, Malfoy you are not fat. If you were morbidly obese, trust me I'd tell you. All you have are some love handles around your midsection." Hermione was so lying. She clearly remembered the distinct feel of his abs against her. All she wanted to do was run her fingers down the length of his chest and—
Hermione! Control yourself!Her inner nun scolded. This is Draco Malfoy you're thinking of!
"Love handles, hmm?"
Hermione threw a small book at his head, which he caught with expert ease. "You know what I meant."
"You're such a prude," he laughed. "You blush at anything related to sexual intercourse."
"Malfoy!" She hissed. "Don't use such language in the library."
"Or what? The books will be influenced by my horrible language?" He loved watching her morph into a mood of extreme anger. Her eyes narrowed considerably and Hermione did a certain sniffy thing with her nose that, for some reason, Draco found to be rather irresistible.
"I'll… I'll… I'll hex you!"
Draco was highly amused. "Hex me?"
Hermione nodded, trying to keep a serious expression on her face but she was failing miserably. Draco stood up, strode over to where Hermione was, pushed her chair back and leaned forward. His nose was practically touching hers. Hermione resisted the temptation, but her eyes glanced down to see into his shirt—at his perfectly, irresistibly, sculpted chest.
"Yes," she hated how she squeaked. "I will."
"Would you… Stupefy me?" Her eyes were locked with his. "Tarantallegra, Rictusempra, Petrificus Totalus, or Impedimenta?"
Hermione brought her eyes up to lock with his. "What would you prefer?" Her voice was croaky, almost a whisper. Draco brought his right hand up to brush some of her hair off of her face and then proceeded to pick the pendant off of her neck. He held it in the palm of his hand; his fingers were mere millimeters away from her skin.
"Hexing is so violent," he murmured, playing with the pendant but still so irresistibly close to Hermione. "You could not have me use vulgar language in another way."
"What other ways are there?"
He leaned forward even more, tilting his head to the left. Hermione's heart was beating against her chest with such a force; she thought it was going to pop out. It looked like he was going to kiss her! The feeling she had mirrored what she felt at the Leakey Cauldron when he put the pendant on her.
"You know…"
She gulped. "I don't…"
Why wasn't she stopping him?
She didn't want to stop him. To be so physically close to Draco Malfoy was nerve-wracking and she didn't want it to stop. Before she realized her mouth was even moving, she whispered his name: "Draco…?"
His eyes flashed and he let go of the pendant, bringing his hand up and curling it around her neck. Hermione's eyes dropped to his lips and her brain stopped functioning altogether.
"There are loads of other ways to shut me up," his voice was husky, "Hermione."
The butterflies in her stomach went crazy and she could practically taste Draco. He was so close and as much as she knew it was wrong, she wanted to kiss him.
"HERMIONE?! You in here!?"
Harry's voice resonated through the library and Draco snapped back. Hermione's eyes were wide, as if she saw a ghost—scratch that, as if she saw Peeves doing the Macarena. Shoving his hands into his pocket, Draco muttered something about stupid fucking Pot-Head, before winking at Hermione and strutting off. Within seconds, Harry entered the area she was sitting.
"Hey! Lavender said I would find you here… You alright?" He peered at her closely. Hermione could only nod while attempting to have her heart beat at a regular pace again.
"You sure? You look kind of… pink…"
"I'm fine," she squeaked, her voice eight octaves higher. Harry frowned and put his hand to her forehead, to see if she had a temperature. She felt fine, but she sure wasn't acting it.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded again. "Yes," her voice was returning to normal. "I am. Sorry, what did you need? I was doing some homework."
Harry frowned. She wasn't telling him something but he would let it drop—for now. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to visit Fluffy over the weekend. Hagrid's bringing some lamb chops down and well… wanna come?"
Hermione glanced over her shoulder and saw Draco's shadow hovering between the bookshelves. She turned back to Harry.
"Sure… uh… when?"
"This… weekend…" Harry repeated, slowly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, yes. Peeves took me by surprise a little while ago, that's all."
"Did he pull a prank?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. He just screamed in my ear and flew off."
Harry chuckled. "Sounds like something Peeves would do. Well, have fun studying… on the first day Mione." He gave her a tight hug before leave the library. Hermione slouched in her seat and tried to catch her breath. That had to be the scariest situation she'd ever experienced.
Even scarier than facing Voldemort.
As she tried to get her breathing back in rhythm, Draco snuck up behind her and yelled in her ear. "PEEVES!"
"HOLY!" Hermione jumped a foot in the air before using a book to smack Draco, who was rolling on the floor with laughter. He wiped tears from his eyes and all Hermione could do was glare at him with as much force as she could muster up.
"You're a prat, Malfoy."
Draco composed himself but still chuckled at random. "Your expression was priceless. See, I turned your lie into the truth. Peeves," he used finger quotation marks to surround the poltergeist's name, "scared you."
"I seriously willhex you." Hermione muttered. "I'll Petrificus Totalus you before hitting you with Rictusempra."
"Scary," he wiggled his fingers as if he were a ghost.
Pointedly ignoring him, she turned back to what she was trying to research: finding alternative means of communication. Draco stood there and watched her; he knew she was trying her damned hardest to ignore him.
"You know," he shoved her. "I'd love a necklace."
She glanced over her shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind. Now, if you could care to stop talking to me." She turned back to her book. "I need to figure out a way to talk to you without owling."
Draco raised an eyebrow, bemused. "You want me to stop talking to you so you can figure out how to talk to me?"
"Yes."
"Only you Granger."
"Yes, yes," she waved, "only me. Now, leave?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Granger, it's almost lights out. Let's go."
Hermione looked up at him. "Are you offering to walk me back to the tower?" She couldn't help but raise both eyebrows when he nodded. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Now." He waved his wand and all of the books were neatly put away and stacked in a pile. "Are you checking these books out?"
Hermione could only blink before scowling at him. "I didn't bookmark the page I was on!"
"I did nerd." Draco snorted. "Don't worry, you can go back to your dormitory and resume reading in peace but I'll make sure you get back theresafely. You never know when Peeves is going to scream loudly in your ear."
Hermione gave him the look. "You're more dangerous to my sanity than Peeves is."
"I'll take that as a compliment. So, let's go." Using his wand to float her books over to him, he grabbed the stack and began escorting Hermione out of the library. She didn't know what to say: Draco Malfoy was carrying her books!
Their walk was comfortable and silent. They made comments about the castle every now and then but chose to make their journey in quietness. They were at the corridor that led to the Fat Lady portrait when Draco stopped them both. "If that pig sees me, she'll shriek."
Hermione laughed. "She would. Thanks for walking me." Draco nodded and handed her books to her. When he made sure Hermione had a grip on everything, he swiftly leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Anytime," he murmured before pulling back. "Hermione."
Her eyes were wide and her jaw agape as Hermione Granger watched Draco Malfoy's retreating figure.
.xx.
Edited: August 6, 2016
In this chapter you saw where the story diverges from the actual books. While it is known that Hermione, Harry and Ron were all practitioners of human transfiguration and that it was actuallytaughtduring their sixth year, I changed it up slightly. Transfiguration wasnottaught during their sixth year and the only practitioners amongst the eighth year students are Draco, Hermione, and Luna.
Also, LOVE the ideas being suggested. I already have written down which ones I am using (quite a lot) and I would love if the ideas kept pouring in. I don't have a bad guy yet for the story so if anybody has good bad guy suggestions, lay them at me.
ENCHANTED JEWELRY IDEA: raerob4ever
ENCHANTED PARCHMENT IDEA: siriuslymrsmalfoy
Thank you BOTH for you splendid ideas!
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