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Memento	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:
Finally a chapter update.
For those wondering, there is Harmione in this story but is mainly Dramione.
It is romance and angst and a tad of mystery.
It is not yet complete, WIP and a slowburn.
Each chapter has some paragraph written in 'italic' like my other stories which tells you that it's either a memory, a dream or a flash back.
All my stories are found at AO3, FANFIC.NET AND ADULTFANFIC.ORG.

Other than, he is a chapter.
For those who read my other Dramione Through the Son, it has been updated yesterday.
Hopefully, my other stories will be updated later today or tomorrow.
Lots of love
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II

“I received Molly’s letter.” Lupin said as they walked down the streets of London where in a nearer avenue, was a shortcut to the Ministry of Magic where Harry worked as an Auror.
He had fulfilled his dream of becoming one of the youngest Aurors of their government and Lupin could not be any more proud of him.

“I got one too.” Harry said as they entered a small pastry shop and had walked straight into a particular aisle. “Dinner party and all.”
“What are we celebrating?” Lupin curiously asked as he slung his backpack better behind him.
“You ofcourse.” Harry casually replied with a smile. “Everyone missed you very much.”
“And I did miss everyone.” Lupin answered him as they turned another aisle. “Is that were we’re going? Do you need help with that?”
“No, thanks.” Harry replied as he forced himself to carry atleast three large packs of different pastries. “And yes, we’re going at their place. You have not seen the renovation, right?”
“Only the first ones.” Lupin answered recalling that the last time he was there, Molly had begun a few renovations at the Burrow. “Everyone present?”
“I’m not sure with Charlie.” Harry said as he grabbed a small jar of blueberry and cream cheese from another aisle and began walking towards the line of the shop. “But Bill and Fleur are most likely present.”
“They’re back in town?” Lupin asked him as he walked by his side on the short line.
“Fleur had a job at France and they have been there for about two years or so.” Harry answered as the lady in front of him finished up and he reached the counter. “They come and go for the holidays and other occasions. Ofcourse your return to London is an occasion to be celebrated.”
Lupin nodded at him and watched as the old lady by the counter greeted Harry, who was an obvious regular at the place.
“Just muffins and pretzels today, Mr. Potter?” asked the old lady as she checked his purchase.
“Oh, some goat cheese, please.” Harry said as he fretted inside old old cloak with a few more bills he could use.
“Here, Harry.” Lupin said, quick to reach out money from his pocket to place over the counter.
“Thanks.” Harry said pushing it gently forward the old lady who had grabbed a damp packaged from the back of the shop and nicely packed it inside some paper. “I always forget to bring in small changes.”
“Are we going to Godric’s tonight after the dinner?” he casually asked Harry as they watched the old lady finish up with Harry’s purchases.
“No.” Harry sharply told him looking up as if he was giving an untimely joke. “Why would you say that?”
“Nothing.” Lupin answered him with a gentle smile over his face. “I was thinking of sleeping there since I haven’t got the key to the new, small apartment that-“
“I inquired and they finish up in about a week.” Harry told him as he grabbed the purchases from the counter. “Mrs. Weasley offered a room at the Burrow while you wait for it.”
“Oh, right.” Lupin said as he walked after Harry’s quick pace out of the shop. “I was thinking of visiting Lily and James.”
“I transferred them.” Harry simply told him as they walked down the pavement. “You can visit them some other time. I’m sure they won’t mind.”
“You had them what?” Lupin repeated slightly surprised at Harry’s news. “Where? When?”
“For some time. Have I not mentioned it at my last few letters?” Harry answered him as he handed him one of the bags that was on the verge of slipping from his hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t carry this one. I need to buy something else. How was your travel?”
“It was good.” Lupin said. “A few extra waiting hours because they had to double check if I was the Remus J. Lupin they heard or probably read about somewhere.”
“Yeah, well you know, war heroes.” Harry said with a very slight glimpse of a smile from his face that Lupin had been waiting since they met earlier from the café at the station.

Lupin took the other bag and watched as Harry moved around the shop and obviously had some more shopping in mind.
As he stared at the boy, he wasn’t sure of what to feel and think exactly.

It has been since he had graduated from Auror Training Academy and had been there for his graduation where the boy had graduated with good honors.
And yet, Lupin still couldn’t help but feel pity for him or feel that something had changed and had been entirely different with the boy.
He had been particular and strong in his belief that she was still somewhere out there, alive and probably searching for him.
His training at the academy helped him with coping with the loss and the depression he was succumbing into through the earlier years but Lupin knew that it wasn’t enough to help him be entirely better.
Although he had obviously grown in a healthy and better man in certain ways, he didn’t seem to think much of himself or rather had lost interest in a lot of things.
Through their holiday meetings and reunions and exchanges of letters through the years, he learned that Harry had completely lost interest in Quidditch that he had stopped watching games or catching any news about the sport.

He had focused mainly on his training as an Auror and had been one of the best field agents that the Ministry has ever seen.
His dueling skills had not only enhanced nor aced well through time, but he had been an expert in it that even as one of the youngest Aurors to enter the Ministry, he had been given a license to not just participate in dueling classes but had been particularly requested by a few Hogwarts alumni to give a few classes every now and then now that the subject was available in the Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculum.
Harry had become one of the youngest and best Aurors of his time and the only regret was that he lived through his dreams and had survived the war without Hermione Granger by his side.
And all of it had come and gone and decayed through the years as Harry lost and lost interest into many other aspects of his life that he now reserves himself as a behind the desk agent or consultant at the Ministry of Magic.
Unless the case has something or anything at all to do with Hermione Jean Granger, Harry never left the office and preferred to stay behind and the field work he received had become scarce through time.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as he noticed Lupin staring concerned at him like a father who has not seen his son for a very long time. “Is everything alright?”
“I just can’t believe how fast you’ve grown, Harry.” Lupin immediately answered him, looking away to straighten up his glasses back in place. “James would have been proud-“
“Yes, well, nothing we can do about spilled milk.” Harry shortly said without meeting his eyes as an obvious attempt to avoid the subject.
“Right, I’m sorry.” Lupin murmured nodding at him. “Ever thought of a few days or weeks of vacation?”
“No.” Harry answered him as they walked down a corner street where an Apparition point was made possible for tourists and travelers at that side of London streets. “So much desk work.”
Lupin opened his mouth to reason a bit more but Harry had paced a little faster and had walked ahead of him.
In truth, as far as Lupin knew, Harry had not been anywhere else in the past years.
He had attempted, even Molly and Arthur had attempted to advise him to get himself a vacation elsewhere just to take time to rest from the workload at the Ministry but he had graciously denied everything.
Even Bill and Fleur had invited him over to their place at France and promised him that he could stay for as long as he wanted to but he only denied it.
He didn’t want to leave London for obvious reasons – he was still waiting for her.
Harry was obviously waiting for some miracle or explanation fate would bring him about Hermione.

His eyes moved before him, watching Harry closely.
The boy’s hair had become longer and lankier, and he had become thinner than the last time he saw him. If it were funny, Lupin would have pointed out that he now neither look like Lily nor James but of Snape.
He had settled himself to wearing simple clothes as well, very laid back and dark in colors and close to shabby and nonchalant when he wasn’t in his Auror uniform.
The boy had obviously aced well in the early years of his career and through the years, he had also slowly forgotten or had preferred neglecting taking good care of himself.
And Lupin, like everyone else, knew why.
Lupin wasn’t sure if he wanted to blame himself for the years or times he wasn’t around the boy to watch and take good care of him.

“Thank you for that.” Hermione muttered as they walked down a park away from the café where they had run in into the obviously perverted group of bullies.
“What?” Draco asked her as he grasped the bag of takeouts tightly in his free hand as they walked up the grassy field to get a good picnic spot.
“I said thank you for what you did back there.” Hermione muttered avoiding his eyes as she walked a few steps behind him.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” Draco smirked straightening up the Slytherin scarf across his neck and smiling widely at her. “I’m a little deaf sometimes-“
“Occasionally deaf.” Hermione pointed out rolling her eyes and already knowing that he heard her the first time and only wanted to hear her repeat it. “I already said it twice. I’m not going to say it again.”
Draco smirked at her and halted at the spot where she did and pointed him to lay her the bags down as she transfigured her small handkerchief into a large picnic mat.

“It’s nothing.” Draco said settling down and opening the bags of pastry they bought and the two cups of hot chocolate. “I hate bullies.”
“Wow. Big words coming from you, Malfoy.” Hermione snarky said shaking her head. “I suppose I’ll hear you apologizing to Neville one of these days.”
Draco snorted at her in disagreement and Hermione moved his cup away from him that he had been reaching.
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked as Draco’s smile fainted at her gesture.
“Longbottom is a special case.” Draco said and with a flick of his finger, the cup disappeared from Hermione’s hand and into his. “I don’t even know why you would suggest it to me.”
“Because that’s what’s right.” Hermione gasped watching as the cup was gone in her hand. “How did you do that?”
“You’re not the only smart person at school, Granger.” Draco said taking his first sip of the warm drink.
“Yeah, well I’m sure having ‘aunt Bella’ has its perks.” Hermione muttered rolling her eyes and settling herself a little away from him.
Draco’s eyes moved sharply at her but he didn’t say anything immediately.
“Aunt Bella,” he slowly began. “Isn’t as nice as you think she is and that’s right. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care. She very much cares for my mother and for me.”
“Your aunt Bella killed Harry’s godfather.” Hermione snapped back at him unable to stop herself from retorting. “I don’t think I have to remind you that.”
“Well if he had been out of the way, he wouldn’t have died.” Draco shot back at her eyes flashing at her direction. “You know what Granger, I don’t think this is a good idea at all.”
“Yeah, I know.” Hermione said quick to stand right back up again. “I was just thinking of the same thing Malfoy.”
She stood up and prepared to gather her things when Draco’s eyes showed panic and slight fear.
“Where are you going?” he asked her quickly standing up as well.
“Home.” Hermione shot at him grabbing her scarf from the grass but Draco’s hand shot out of nowhere and he stopped her.
She looked up at him and he looked very apologetic.
“I’m sorry.” Draco genuinely blurted out. “I’m an arse.”
“Yes, you are.” Hermione said grabbing her hand away from his hand.
He looked back at her, lost for words and frantically searching for something he could say to make her stop from leaving him there.
“I didn’t mean it.” Draco said as Hermione was halfway into marching way from the mat they were on. “What I said – I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t think anyone should die in this war.”
“But this is a war, Draco.” Hermione said marching back at him. “This is war and deaths are going to come whether we like it or not. You said it yourself, you’re smart. You know that’s true.”
He looked back at her and knew that she had been harboring all these thoughts in her all this summer.
That’s why perhaps she had been spending a lot more of time outside than at home – the thought of death of people she knew and loved consumed her.
“I know that.” Draco softly answered her reaching for her hand. “Let’s not waste time arguing. I thought we both agreed to be here to be away from all those things? Did you change your mind?”

Hermione bit her lower lip.
Ofcourse she didn’t change her mind.
And as she hated to admit it, she actually finds herself enjoying Draco Malfoy’s company.
Not that he was better than Harry and Ron.
But he was sensible to talk to and he had a lot of good perspective on things too and he was good at intellectual arguments.
Conversations with him challenge her in an interesting and challenging way – something she couldn’t seem to gain or satisfy herself with in Harry or Ron’s company.
“Hermione?” he gently called her name offering his open palm at her.
“Fine.” Hermione said shaking her head and throwing her bag back down the mat and sitting back. “Hand over the pretzel, I’m really hungry.”
Draco smiled at her and gently reached over the bag again and handed it to her as he began another conversation with her about all other things that weren’t related to the war that they both knew would come inevitably.

“Oh, Remus!” Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a very tight embrace right across the neck.
“Molly, yes – take it easy-“ he chuckled embracing her back as Harry squeezed himself through the narrow doorway of the Burrow, greeting everyone and bringing in the food they bought.
Ginny quickly greeted him, taking the largest bag in his hand that contained some good one.
“Looking sharp, professor.” George happily greeted standing up from the couch and embracing Lupin. “Business doing well?”
“Doing fine.” Lupin answered blushing at the mention of it. “The school is expanding.”
After the war, all war heroes were awarded an Order of Merlin First Class and not to mention several galleons for each of them.
Snape had obviously used his to buy himself a way out of the country to start his new life with a good vacation he well deserved and last of what they heard, he opened an Apothecary for himself.
Lupin had used his earnings to put up a bookshop and a small school that taught magic to children that had been victims of fate alike his case.
“That’s great news then.” Bill’s voice came from the flight of stairs as he came down with a beautiful wife behind him. “We would actually like to see the school and make a visit.”
“Ofcourse, that will be nice.” Lupin said giving him a quick hug and a quick peck on Fleur’s cheek. “Where are the little ones?”
“With my aunt in Florence.” Fleur gently answered as she waved at Harry who passed their direction and back at the kitchen. “Having a vacation and thoroughly being spoiled. I try not to spoil them but ze family is just-“
“They deserve to be spoiled, sweetheart.” Bill said kissing her worrisome features. “And I would like ofcourse to spend more time with just you.”
Lupin smiled back at him and he winked and the small exchange made Fleur blush even more and she gently punched Bill’s shoulder.
“Molly and I made pasta.” Fleur said excitedly remembering. “Come, come let us all eat.”
“That’s great.” Lupin said taking his backpack down. “Harry bought a lot of pastry that could match that.”

Lupin and the rest gathered around the expanded Burrow.
After being burned by Bellatrix a few years down, a few renovations had been made and right after Ginny graduated from Hogwarts from her final year, she decided to help out with her first earnings from professionally playing Quidditch into full renovation of the Burrow.
The once towering house was now a mere three story floor but with a largely expanded rooms and garden for Mrs. Weasley’s backyard fruits and vegetables.
A small library had been put up that had been Charlie’s idea; Fred’s old room had been turned into a guest room whenever an Order member visited them or when Lupin was around town.
The kitchen was also now separated from the actual dining room which expanded beautifully thanks to Fleur’s help in putting it together with Molly and Ginny.
Even if Percy just visited once or twice a year, other than Fred and George’s old room, everyone else had their room still intact and ready to house its owners as before.
George only visited on reunions and he bunked in the same room as Charlie while Ron’s old room were being used by Harry on his visits and on other occasions, bunked with trunks of the guests.

The dining was flourished with good chats, good food and wine and a lot of good ambiance, if any it was only Harry who was always, out of sync from everyone else.
He chatted with people, answered a one line sentence mostly from the questions thrown at him about life and work in recent and other than, right after he finished his meal, he excused himself and grabbed a glass of wine and went outside to the gardens as he wanted some fresh air.

“He stays this way?” Lupin curiously asked as Fleur and Ginny began washing dishes while Arthur and Molly joined Lupin and Bill to remain in the dining to finish some cake that Ginny bought earlier and the wine that Harry and Lupin had bought as well.

“No changes?” Lupin asked thanking Arthur for refilling his glass.
“Changes?” Molly repeated shaking her head. “If any, he had become worse through time. He never had.. he mostly stopped spending time with me.”
“But he’s here with us, isn’t that-“
“He’s here because you’re here, mate.” Bill said as he slouched back at the large couch. “He’s smart enough to understand that if he does not show up tonight, you will ask questions and you will worry and everyone else will do so.”
“Aren’t we all?” Lupin asked looking around the room. “Shouldn’t we all?”
“We worry about him, but what can we do?” Arthur asked Lupin. “We used to have Friday night dinners, you remember that?”
“Yes, ofcourse. Doesn’t happen anymore?” Lupin asked him.
“We moved it to Saturdays.” Molly said. “Because he said that he had too much desk work for Fridays and he wants to finish up so he can relax on Saturdays since he doesn’t have work then.”
“And then?”
“And then he just stopped coming over. A week of being late then being absent for it and then, it became a never.” Molly sadly told him rubbing her eyes momentarily. “He used to be very cheerful, very happy to dine in our table, very amiable about everything.”
“Hermione’s loss changed him completely. He never stopped looking for her but we all know that we all never found her and never will. It affected Harry gravely.” Bill straightforward told him. “He was never the same.”

Lupin took all these in and wondered if he should have stayed at London where everyone else was, where Harry had been through the years, refusing to leave in his belief that Hermione will come back one of these days.

“He still waits for her.” Bill pointed out. “At every Christmas. He stays right outside for hours. Maybe roaming around the small forest spot where he lost her. I don’t know, Remus. He no longer celebrates it with any of us the way he used to. His life has become routinary.”
“He seemed and sounded alright in his letters.” Lupin said thinking hard. “He even sent me-“
“They’re letters, Remus.” Molly said with a hint of sadness all over her features. “Letters won’t really tell you everything.”
“I’ll try to talk to him.” Lupin said finishing the wine in his glass. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Be gentle with him.” Bill said. “Every single day it seems for him like a battle between his belief that she will come back to him or that he mourns every day at the loss of her and should just let her go.”
“He is not at peace?”
“We lost him the day we lost her.” Ginny whispered with tears in her eyes as they all turned to see her standing by the doorway with a tearful smile as she had been listening the whole time when they were talking about Harry.
“Ginny?” Lupin began standing up. “We were-“
“He’s by the gardens.” Ginny said pointing outside. “He’s by himself. I suggest you go talk to him before he walks himself home.”
Lupin looked at the others and they all completely agree that he follow Ginny’s suggestion to taking the moment to talk to Harry while he was alone by the gardens.

“Just calm down, just calm down.” Draco whispered to himself wiping sweat off his forehead as he tapped and walked back and forth Hermione’s doorstep. “Just fucking calm down. You’re a Malfoy for Salazar Slytherin’s sake!”

There came heavy footsteps and Draco halted in his miserable form and quickly straightened up, eyes slightly wide and lips dry.
The door suddenly opened at his face and he looked up at a tall, gentle looking man before him.
“Yes?” the man asked him with a knowing look over his face.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.
He felt his whole body frozen on the spot as he couldn’t find words to tell this man.
“He’s here. Mom, just calm down and no, don’t pull the lace – mum, please I’m alright.” Draco heard Hermione’s voice echoing somewhere inside the house.
It wasn’t until he heard her voice that he had managed to find his and slightly calm down.
“Sir.” Draco said mindlessly holding out the large bouquet of expensive looking red and white roses.
“For me?” the man greeted him pointing over the roses with a smile.
“No.” Draco quickly said withdrawing it and offering his empty hand. “I mean – well, it’s – Draco Malfoy, sir. Draco Malfoy and I was-“
“Come on in, buddy.” Mr. Granger said grabbing his hand and patting him hard over the back. “No need to fret. We know who you are and expected you’re coming. Come, my wife has made some tea before you leave.”

And Draco, without any other choice and still sweating in his very expensive and nice looking Muggle suit entered the house.
Every step he took inside the house felt like he was losing air in his lungs.
If his father ever finds out about this – his pride and only son – Draco Malfoy, Slytherin and heir to the Black and Malfoy billions was in a Muggle business suit and was seated inside a small and nice looking Muggle home at the heart of London.
Mr. Grange scooted him to the long and comfortable couch when upon sitting, he immediately sank deep into it.
“Soft, eh?” Mr. Granger said amused at his face as he tried to recover from the couch. “Hermione loves that spot especially when she reads.”
“Yeah, I can tell so.” Draco muttered annoyed that he had to make extra effort to pull himself up from it and seat at the very edge so that he does not sink back again.
“She’ll be here in a minute.” Mr. Granger said staring at his very nervous state at the moment. “So, Dr-Dram-Dra-“
“Draco.” Draco corrected him with a mixture of nervousness and annoyance in his tone. “Draco Malfoy.”
“Right.” Mr Granger smiled at him in his perfectly aligned white teeth. “So you and Hermione have been friends for years?”
Draco opened his mouth unsure of what to say.
He had earlier mentioned that Hermione had ‘told them about him’ and now he was asking if they have been friends?
What exactly did Hermione tell them about him?

“Schoolmates.” Draco blurted out. “I mean, we were on the same year so basically we were always at the same classes and activities at the school and all. We both will be sixth year this coming September.”
“So you take Muggle Studies?” Mr. Granger said in complete delight. “Hermione still takes it and she says that she and another student is a Muggle-Born is that what-?”
‘Mudblood’ was the word inside his head but he ofcourse bit his lip to stop himself from saying something he was surely going to regret.
“Yes.” Draco said in a forced calm voice. “I mean, Muggle-Born and no, I don’t take Muggle Studies.”
“Oh, too bad I was going to ask you about your opinion on Muggles and Muggle-Born and what was that Half-Bloods?”
“I’m a Pureblood.” Draco proudly pointed out directly even though he wasn’t sure Hermione’s father really understood the depth of bloodlines or anything they were talking about at all. “I come from a family that was-“
“Long lineage of old money and history.” Mrs. Granger said walking into the room and holding out a nice tray of tea and cookies for Draco. “Hermione’s told us a lot of things about you, Draco.”
Draco swallowed hard and smiled back at the woman that was Hermione’s mother.
He stared at the woman and she felt the same nervous feeling all over again and only this time, twice.
For some reason, he feared the woman and her aura basically reminded him of his own mother only less the expensive outfit and adorning jewelries all over her.
She was beautiful as her daughter and she had a kind knitted smile over her face, a youth that was still there in her eyes and a better look and colour about her hair that Hermione did not seem to inherit at all.
There was kindness and softness in her eyes but something like a determined look and love of a mother for a child was there – she was kind but she was also obviously a very strong and opinionated woman.
And Draco was sure, these were the qualities that Hermione had inherited without any doubt
“Draco Malfoy, ma’am.” Draco said quickly standing up and offering his hand this time to Mrs. Granger with a slight bow of his head.
Mrs. Granger stared at him for a moment and then she broke into a smile and pulled him to her and gave her a very quick and tight embrace.
Draco had been too surprise to comprehend the situation even when she had already let him go.
He had never been greeted that way by anyone he had greeted and met for the first time.
Most of the associates or guests at the Malfoy Manor was either greeted with a curt nod or very brief handshake.
Definitely no hugs and smiles and no tea or cookies at all.
“Help yourself, Draco.” she kindly said. “Hermione’s just fitting up her shoes. She does not want the same trouble as the Yule Ball.”
“Oh.” Draco said grabbing one of the tea cups out of respect he suddenly found himself feeling inside of him and taking a small sip from it.
“Speaking of that ball.” Mr. Granger began to wonder. “You would have attended it too, isn’t that so? Being on the same year as our ‘Mione?”
“Yes.” Draco said with a nod as he returned the cup back to the tray. “We were all required to associate with the foreign guests and my father as part of the governor of the school was-“
“Why did we not see you in the photographs?” Mr. Granger asked him in genuine wonder.
“I’m sorry?” Draco simply said trying to hide his anxiousness on the question and knowing exactly why there was no existing photograph of them together or any of her and her friends at all that he was there.
“Yes, there were no photographs of you two.” Mr. Granger asked curiously. “I saw the entire album that were sent by coverage of the Ministry of something-“
“I mean, we were – it wasn’t really- maybe the photos were about her house, you see we were in different houses and I’m in Slytherin and Hermione is in Gryffindor-“
“Draco’s not very much into having his photos taken. He’s a very shy and private person. He does not like the limelight at all.” Hermione said as she slowly walked into the room with such beauty and grace. “Come now you guys, you promised you won’t grill Draco.”
Draco’s nearly choked at the cookie in his mouth at the mention of what had been happening for the past few minutes.
They all looked up at her with a smile and Draco had his mouth hanging open at the sight of her.
She was in a very beautiful small black dress with a unique kind of collar that created a line and a little patterned way behind her back that revealed a bit more of her skin.
Her hair had been either brushed or washed or magically placed down in wavy ends that fell past her shoulders.

“Let’s go?” Hermione asked him kissing her mother and father over the cheeks. “We won’t be late, promise.”
“Yes, yes, right.” Draco said quickly standing up and handing over her bouquet of flowers to her because he wasn’t sure what to say or do next. “I mean, I’ll get her back before midnight and all.”
Hermione smiled at him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.
Draco had obviously read a few Muggle articles to know what to say even if she knew he has no idea what he really meant or what was happening around him.
“Where are you going again, deary?” Mr. Granger said standing up and leading them up to the door.
“Just movies.” Hermione replied kissing her mother again on the cheek. “Dinner and movies.”
“Yes.” Draco quickly said fretting his hand around for his wand inside his pocket because there was no way anymore he was going to the theatre or whatever that was by Muggle means. “We will just have dinner and get a – that thing that she said-“
“Movies, Draco.” Hermione said and without warning and as normal and casually as she could, she grabbed Draco’s hand into hers and led them out of the house as Mr. and Mrs. Granger bid him a gentle and friendly goodbye.
The door closed behind them and Hermione had been talking about where to get dinner.
But he was barely listening.
His eyes were on their hands that were together as she held them closely in hers as she led them down the pavement.
Draco berated himself and started to force himself to smile back at her and focus his head into listening to what she was telling him as they walked down the street.
“You don’t mind walking right?” Hermione asked him as they made it a few blocks away from home already. “It just at the next two streets. The night air is just really-“
“I don’t mind walking.” Draco cut short as he paced closely next to her still holding her hand. “Not at all.”
A smile on his face as he secretly stashed his wand back inside the pocket of his suit definitely changing his mind about fast travel by Apparating.
Suddenly, he felt that walking was suddenly a very much better idea than what he had in mind.
Tonight, he was going to give her that she was indeed a bright witch.
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