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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.
Saturday dawned bright and early. Hermione squinted when the rays of sunshine lit up the girls' dormitory; she was the only one to wake up. Kellah was half on her bed and Fay, somehow, had fallen off sometime during the night. Lavender was the only one that slept with any sophistication and Parvati was curled up into a little ball, snoring softly. Yawning loudly, Hermione sat up and scanned the room.
Last night filled her memories.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect that she and Draco Malfoy would be friends— kissing friends at that! It was unexpected but so familiar at the same time. It was as if this, her and Draco, was somehow prewritten and meant to be.
It was as if it was going to happen, no matter what.
Hermione suddenly froze. Draco… the Latin word for Dragon… could Trelawney… no! That isn't possible—Hermione's thoughts were cut short when she felt the heating sensation of the journal just at the foot of her bed. How and when she kicked it down there was beyond her; she was just glad that it was enchanted.
Slept well, Granger?
Hermione opened the journal to see Draco's morning message. An unintentional smile curled onto her face and she quickly retrieved her Perpetually Inked Pashmina Quill that Bill Weasley got for her for Christmas the previous year. Without further ado, she wrote back to the man that haunted her thoughts.
Very well, thank you. Yourself?
It was so-so. Zabini, apparently, took up the art of snoring.
How do you take up the art of snorting?!
Beats me. Ask him.
You know what? I think I will.
How do you propose you do that?
Hermione's eye twitched. Well, that was a silly question. She promptly responded with: I'll approach him and ask him? Really, do you think I'm afraid of a few snarky little Slytherins?
Are you calling me snarky?
Perhaps. Why; what are the repercussions of me insulting you?
You're the smartest witch of our time, Granger. You tell me.
Two could play that game. Well, don't you suppose a good spanking would help?
Draco, who was leaning against his headboard, was not expecting her to respond with that. Whatever happened to his innocent little Granger who was in her Hogwarts robes before the train even departed from platform 9¾? Draco paused his thoughts. His Granger? Deciding that he needed to stop thinking of Granger and start writing again, he formulated his response.
I was going along the lines of snogging, but hey, a good spanking never hurt a good girl.
Why would one be required to spank a good girl?
If she wishes to go bad.
Well, I don't see any around here.
That's because I have yet to corrupt her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. He was a cocky prick, and she, for some reason, loved it. Corrupting the incorruptible is impossible, Malfoy.
Hence why they are termed 'incorruptible,' Granger… which you are not.
Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Did he…" She intently concentrated on her response. Are you implying I am already corrupted?
Draco smirked like a snake; she fell into his trap. Pot-head and Weasel already started the job. I just have to finish it.
Hermione was in shock. Did he just—he just…
I'm not saying you shagged them, Granger!
Hermione's eyes zeroed in on what he wrote and waited for him to continue. She knew he would, his man parts were on the line.
The Granger I knew back in first year was already in her robes on the Hogwarts Express looking for Longbottom's toad. The Granger now breaks into Gringotts, steals a dragon from said bank, and then proceeds to break out of said said bank through the skylight with said dragon. She has also stolen a magical stone, snuck into a secret chamber, created polyjuice potion so that HER two best friends can look like MY two best friends. Not to mention she was also willing to lie to my psycho Aunt Bellatrix and was a breath away from being put under the Cruciatus Curse. So, Granger, am I leaving anything out?
Hermione gawked at his paragraph before writing the first thing that came to mind:
… it wasn't a skylight, it was the glass dome.
Draco burst into laughter at her response and took a moment to compose himself. This was the third time Granger was rendered speechless. He would never let her live this down.
You can't hear me right now, but I'm dying of laughter.
Hermione was ready to retort when something hit her. Wait! How did you know that we used polyjuice potion in second year?!
Seriously... did you honestly think I wouldn't notice Crabbe's hair turning red? Besides, Potter and Weasley do not have one sixteenth of the brain capacity required to concoct a polyjuice potion in second year. Actually, they still don't.
Be nice, Malfoy. They helped you get off.
… Granger, I swear to Merlin, don't you ever tell anybody that "they" helped me "get off!" The very idea is utterly revolting.
Augh! Get your mind out of the gutter! Okay, Malfoy, can we please stop talking about Harry and Ron?
I'm in agreement to that notion. Let's talk about last night.
What's there to talk about? Hermione was already blushing.
Loads. Where to begin? Draco was beginning to enjoy the turn of their conversation.
Well, the best place to begin is always at the end. So, the end! I'm off to bed!
Draco snickered. Granger, it's seven in the morning.
I haven't finished my beauty sleep, yet.
Don't worry, you're always beautiful. So, let's talk about it.
Hermione zoned in on the word 'beautiful.' Could he have meant that? Maybe, considering all the time that they were spending together… besides, he also said he loved her hair so that should count for something.
There isn't anything to talk about. Oh, hey! Kellah is awake. I will see you later today for our picnic.
Shaking his head, Draco allowed her to win—but only this once! Alright, I will meet you on route to the Astronomy Tower?
Sounds good. Bye!
Take care.
Hermione slammed the journal shut and shoved it under her pillow before Kellah was fully awake. She wasn't lying when she said that her dorm mate was awake; it was absolutely perfect timing. Not wanting to erase the conversation she had with Draco, Hermione chose not to whisper his name to trigger the deletion of the words in the journal. Some things were just meant to be kept for simply a while longer.
.xx.
Hermione was sitting between Dean and Harry in the Great Hall for a late breakfast that morning. Kellah and Fay went for an early morning jog and Parvati decided to join her sister at her house table. Lavender was still sleeping in when the girls had left that morning; it wasn't anything new to begin with.
"You're coming with us to Hogsmeade, right, Hermione?" Harry asked as Hermione watched, in disgust, Ron scarf down two egg and cheese English muffin sandwiches. There was probably a black hole where his stomach should be… perhaps that black hole stemmed from the one that should be his heart?
That's probably why he has the emotional range of a teaspoon! Hermione concluded in her mind.
"It's best if I don't." She finally answered as she tore her gaze away from the pig that was Ronald Weasley. Her eyes finally settled on Harry and, with her peripheral vision, she saw Draco in the background enter the Great Hall. His eyes lingered on her for a brief moment before he languidly followed Theo and Blaise to the Slytherin table.
Say what you always say, Hermione. She told herself. Use what has been tried and tested. So she spat out the excuse that never failed her: "I need to start preparing for NEWTs." Harry immediately donned the 'not this again' look and she heard Dean groan from behind her.
"You guys should be studying for NEWTs too!" She exclaimed, turning to look at Dean. "Because Merlin knows that you all will be coming to me for assistance after drinking it up at the Hogs Head."
"Okay, okay, we surrender!" Dean threw his hands up in the air. "Fine, don't come. Study. Study hard. You need to know what you're doing so can tell us what we're doing."
With a stuffed mouth, Ron mumbled something that sounded incoherently like: "Amen."
Hermione shook her head and went to take a sip of her pumpkin juice when her notebook began to heat up beneath her fingertips. Conspicuously (which wasn't that hard, the boys weren't paying attention to her anyway) she opened her journal to read what Draco wrote to her.
Whatever happened, Thomas and Potter don't look impressed. Did you tell them that their bits were so tiny that they can only be seen from under a muggle microscope?
Hermione bit her tongue to stop herself from choking on her juice and air. She retrieved the quill Bill got her and began writing her response. The Gryffindors simply assumed that she was taking notes—it would be the most appropriate thing to do after a 'study-for-NEWTs' conversation.
How do you know what a muggle microscope is?
Malfoys know everything, Granger.
But it's a muggle thing.
I repeat, Malfoys know everything.
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up in time to catch Draco watching her. Leaning back, Draco smirked and sent her a sexy wink before paying attention to the story Blaise was animatedly telling his fellow housemates.
"We're leaving at noon," Hermione managed to catch the tail-end of what Harry said. She turned away from Draco to look at her friends. "Spend the day there, grab dinner, and come back?"
"Are you sure you want to study for the whole day?" Seamus asked in his thick Irish accent. This time, Neville snorted.
"You obviously don't know her well enough. Back in first year, she studied all day and night." His response was met by Hermione throwing a bun at him. The boys laughed heartily which caused their female companion to harrumph and stand up.
"So be it! All of you can forgo excellent studying time by having fun," she said the word 'fun' in the best disgusted tone she could muster up. Truth be told, she wasn't going to be doing anything close to studying. She was going to have her own fun.
Hermione wasn't aware of how a pair of stormy grey eyes followed her.
.xx.
Despite her desire to write to Draco and request to, perhaps, start their picnic a little early, Hermione decided that getting in a little bit of studying would be the most practical thing to do. Kellah, Fay, Parvati, and Lavender dropped by the library to do some last minute persuading before leaving to join the boys on their trip down to the village.
Hermione wanted to join them, yes… but she's spent every year in Hogsmeade with them since they were allowed.
She had only recently begun spending time with Draco Malfoy.
And having picnics with him.
And kissing him…
Especially kissing him.
Just the thought of his tender lips made Hermione's hair stand on end. He was attractive as nothing else, and kissed like he invented the bloody process…
He probably did, Hermione thought shrewdly as she flipped through the pages of a book about pixies. He is part French. I wouldn't be surprised if his ancestors have patented kissing.
"Granger, you are aware that the book is upside down, right?"
Hermione jumped about a foot in the air. She was not expecting Draco Malfoy's husky voice to sound from behind her at such a close proximity. Robotically, she turned around to find the man haunting her mind grinning stupidly at her. He was definitely prepared for a picnic: khaki shorts, a plain blue t-shirt, and a seashell-esque necklace around his neck. Hermione, although she was in the school in the library, felt out of place in her robes.
"I was practicing the skill of reading a book upside down." Hermione finally replied. "It helps with the process of strengthening one's concentration."
Draco snorted. "Just kiss me while we're upside down on a broom. I'm sure that would require ample concentration as well."
"It's not the same kind!"
"Maybe we should test it to find out?"
Hermione stared at Draco for a brief moment longer before turning back to her upside down book on pixies. "Perhaps. One day. But as of right now, I would like to get back to the mating rituals of adult pixies, thank you."
Draco chuckled. The sound was velvety, like dark chocolate. If Hermione's hair stood on end anymore, she'd be a prickly cactus. "Why are you kidding yourself, bookworm." Ahh, there was the pet name again. Hermione was officially a cactus. "Go back to your tower, get ready, and I'll be outside of the window to the girls' dormitory in fifteen minutes, alright?"
Knowing that she was anxious to get picnicking with him, Hermione agreed. When she stood up, Draco took the opportunity to place a soft kiss on her cheek before strolling off as if he owned the place. Normally something like that would make Hermione shake with fury.
But for some reason, she was blushing…
And her heart was racing.
Oh, Merlin… save me.
.xx.
The weather was still agreeable for mid-September. Hermione opted to wear a strapless yellow sundress with a baby cut and a lacy black belt tied just underneath her bust. Because she knew that she was going to ride on a broom, she wore shorts underneath her attire—just in case. She wanted to look presentable for Draco; something she had never done before. She tied her hair into a side-braid and adjusted a sparkling silver headband just in time. A tapping on the window broke her attention from the mirror.
Like the god that he was, as perfect as Adonis, Draco Malfoy sat mounted on his broom smirking into the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.
Slipping into her black ballet flats, Hermione pushed the window open to not receive a greeting from Draco, but rather a compliment.
"I believe I've never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now." He managed a wink before continuing with: "Not even at the Yule Ball in fourth year."
The battle against the blush was a difficult one, but Hermione won!
"I hope I make the Malfoy in Hufflepuff a jealous man," he finally concluded before holding a hand out. "Mi'lady," he offered gallantly. "We have a feast awaiting us."
The urge to giggle like a moron was great, but Hermione overcome that battle as well. What was it about Draco Malfoy that made her feel like…
Like…
A girl?!
It was something Hermione decided she'd ponder later. At that moment, she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Like taking a hold of Draco's outstretched hand.
It surprised Draco that every time he touched Hermione, he felt a sizzle course through his veins. He found himself spending many moments throughout his day pondering on why such a chemical reaction existed. Why did he feel a course of electricity every-bloody-time Granger touched him?! Maybe she rubbed her feet over the carpets before their rides together—yes! That made the most logical sense.
Static electricity.
Hermione safely was able to mount the broom in front of her 'friend' and, immediately, Draco's arms wrapped around her waist. "Hold tight, Granger." His voice lulled into her ear. Hermione's heart began pounding dangerously against her chest and she was able to nod and whisper a meek 'okay.'
Controlling Lightyear with absolutely no effort, Draco was able to guide it to the Astronomy tower in little time. Hermione's eyes were squeezed shut for the entire ride, though. She hated heights… she hated heights…
She hated—
"Granger, when will you understand that I'll never let you fall?"
Hermione made a sound between a snort and a squeak: "I know."
He chuckled; a velvety sound. "Then why are your eyes clamped shut?"
"My eyelashes hurt."
"That's a pathetic excuse, even for you."
"It's the best I could come up with between my irrational fear of heights and my equally irrational fear of falling." Her honesty made his heart melt, though he would never admit to it. Subconsciously he tightened his hold on Hermione.
"Don't worry, bookworm." He said, again, with the velvety sweetness. "If you fall, I'll make sure to shed a tear at your funeral."
"DRACO!" Hermione opened her eyes, twisted her body over and smacked his shoulder. "You could at least spare two tears."
He smirked. "I could, but I just got you to open your eyes and turn around without worrying about falling. I think I deserve an award."
Without thinking, she pecked him. On the lips.
Not wanting to see his reaction, Hermione promptly turned back around and snapped her eyes shut again. "I'm going to my happy place, please let me know when we've arrived at our destination."
"And where's your happy place?"
"On the ground. Nice, solid ground."
"Will a nice solid flying carpet suffice?"
For the second time in thirty seconds, Hermione opened her eyes. Before her was a royal purple flying carpet with gold tassels; atop the carpet was a picnic basket. Hermione was at a loss of words. She was expecting a picnic but not one on a flying carpet.
Draco Malfoy never ceased to amaze her, but that probably wasn't the first time she made such a declaration either.
"A picnic?" She was amazed. Her eyes were locked on the enchanted piece of décor. "On a carpet?" She felt like she was in the Disney movie she watched as a child; Aladdin. She was positive, though, that Malfoy did not know who the son of the King of Thieves was and how he had a genie in a lamp, a conniving pet monkey, and a magic carpet that always made it in time to save his butt.
Draco faux gasped. "Why, yes! How ever did you guess?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed and she glared at her companion. "I don't appreciate the sarcasm much, Malfoy."
Choosing not to respond to her, Draco merely kissed her just behind her earlobe and wordlessly helped her off the broom and onto the carpet. "Sarcasm is a language I'm fluent in, Granger." He finally replied. "Perhaps you should familiarize yourself? The rules are rather complex. As the smartest witch of our time, you would understand a challenge when it is presented, wouldn't you?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow as she watched Draco dismount Lightyear and land perfectly on the carpet.
"Sarcasm is the language of fools, Malfoy. An academic, such as me, prefers to lose herself in literary masterpieces. In Latin."
"Draco means Dragon in Latin." Draco grinned which caused Hermione to snicker.
"I'm glad you know the etymology of your given name, Malfoy. Do you know where your surname derives from?"
Draco had a twinkle in his eye; Hermione quickly learned that that twinkle was only there when he was just about to show off his (what he assumed to be) superior intellect. "The name Malfoy is French, which is relevant to the fact that I am part French, and is derived from two French words: mal and foi. Together it means 'bad faith' or 'unfaithful.' Yes, I know, ironic." Draco input when he saw Hermione's lips curl up in amusement. "In existentialism, 'bad faith' is when people blame their failures on external forces. For the record, I sometimes blame my father."
"Perhaps I underestimated you, Mister Malfoy."
"In that case, I demand retribution."
Hermione knew what he was saying. As the carpet began to ascend (with Lightyear following close behind), Hermione leaned forward and was met halfway by Draco. His lips were gentle against hers and, without missing a heartbeat, he curled his fingers around her neck.
Hermione caught the collar of his shirt and managed to yank him towards her rather suddenly. Not expecting that, Draco lurched forward and managed to push Hermione down. Their lips were touching, though they weren't kissing, and they were staring into each other's eyes: Draco on top, Hermione lying on the carpet beneath him. His eyes searched her face as he brought the hand that was around her neck up and caressed her cheek.
"Have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful witch I've ever laid eyes on?"
Hermione fought a losing battle against her blush. "Perhaps, but that doesn't mean I believe you."
"A Malfoy never lies," he whispered as he kissed the tip of her nose. "Especially to those we care most about."
Hermione's heart was racing, yet again. "But I thought Malfoy meant unfaith—"
He silenced her with another kiss. Whatever he was, whoever he used to be didn't matter. Hermione knew about his past, knew of his family, was victim to his aunt's wrath, but she was still spending time with him. Being with him.
He couldn't have asked for anything more—and for some strange bloody reason, he wanted to head to Knockturn Alley at first opportunity to purchase that jewel encrusted quill he saw before the start of the term.
Draco wanted to see Hermione smile. He really wasn't lying when he said she was the most beautiful witch he'd ever seen. She was natural and flawlessly graceful without even trying. Those were qualities he admired in a woman; that and she was smart and strong.
The perfect double-edged sword.
"Okay, okay," Hermione laughed against him. "I get it. Thank you."
He growled, it was a feral sound from the back of his throat. He was obviously very reluctant to stop what they were doing, but Hermione had a point: food. Their main objective was to have a picnic and a picnic they were going to have.
"Fine. But I get dessert."
She knew what he meant by dessert…
"I'm okay with that." Playfully she winked at him before reaching for the picnic basket. "Did you pack the cute sandwiches?"
"Food isn't cute, bookworm."
"Neither are you."
"I resent that." He was sitting beside her, leaning back on one arm. He used his free hand to reach forward to interlace it with hers. "I believe you find me dashing. And handsome."
"As handsome as an unfaithful ferret can get." Her voice was playful.
Draco lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Admit it, Granger, you find me irresistible."
"I do not!"
"Why else would my enemy's best friend be finding any opportunity she can to spend time with me?" Draco's heart sped up when he saw the glare she shot him. Merlin she was gorgeous; especially when she was mad.
"Perhaps I find that I owe you my life because you saved it?"
Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I wasn't fond of Bellatrix anyway. Now, if Aunt Andromeda was going to—"
"Seriously?!"
Draco laughed and tugged her towards him. He let go of her hand and wrapped it around her waist, lying her down beside his now lying down figure. "You really think I'd let you get hurt? Even if it was by one of my aunts, Hermione?"
Oh Merlin… her first name!
"Haven't you realized how much you mean to me?"
Oh Merlin… he was being sentimental!
Draco kissed her forehead. "I'm kidding, bookworm… but I won't make jokes like that anymore. I know, not funny."
… "Maybe it was a little?"
"But jokes like that won't be repeated, okay? Now let's eat before I pass out. I'm so hungry!"
Hermione laughed, trying to calm her heart and her shaking nerves. "Pig. Now I see where that pudge comes from." And to 'prove' her point, she poked his abdominal region. As expected, she was met with rock-hard abs but she wasn't going to admit it.
She wanted him to fester on the fact that he, may, have some love handles.
"I am not pudgy!" Draco whined. "Granger, I've been working out extra hard since you said that in Diagon Alley."
Hermione shrugged light-heartedly. "I don't think it's working."
Her tone of voice said it all; she was playing around. Growling playfully, Draco pinned Hermione. "I'll show you."
Their lips met.
And the picnic basket lay forgotten.
.xx.
Draco dropped her off at the Library Restricted Section. Before he flew off, he kissed her goodbye and said he'd write to her later that evening. He had some things to do with Blaise and Theo, but he'd contact her as soon as he was done.
Hermione told him not to worry and to take his time.
He told her that she was amazing.
She told him to stop lying.
He said that just because his name meant bad faith didn't mean it represented his character.
She only grinned and said that she loved riling him up.
He responded with another kiss.
Hermione loved their goodbyes. She conjured up her books and began to exit the library as if she had spent a whole afternoon pouring over books and discovering the location of Pandora's Box or something. Though the goofy grin on her face, the unmasked glow, and the skip in her step probably said otherwise, but Hermione didn't care.
Nothing could faze her now.
Hermione saw some of the seventh and eighth year students slowly filter into the castle, which mean that they were coming back from their day trip. She tried to muster up her best 'I-was-studying' face and tried to show less of her 'I-was-just-ravished-and-thoroughly-enjoyed-it' face. She managed to weave expertly through the growing crowd; she wanted to escape to the Gryffindor tower and relive everything that happened.
Shortly after their snog session ended, they sat atop of the enchanted carpet and flew over the Forbidden Forest as they sipped tea and munched on perfectly cut sandwiches. Draco really did have an attention to detail which Hermione quickly learned. He made every effort possible to ensure that their picnic was an unforgettable one.
After they finished eating Draco made the basket vanish and pulled Hermione into his chest. He wanted to cuddle with her as the carpet remained afloat. It was peculiar (in a good way) how her body fit into his. It was a perfect union; as if they were made for each other.
The entire time, Hermione was mentally singing "A Whole New World." (One of the faults of watching Disney while growing up: she knew every Disney song by heart and could sing them in her sleep). Though there were no promises of any future picnics, they both knew that they would probably have another one, and very soon at that.
The Gryffindor password changed for the week and was now "Avante." Why that was the word, nobody knew. The Prefects announced it earlier that morning and the Gryffindors had to accept their password for the week.
"Avante." Hermione murmured and the Fat Lady smiled before swinging open. Noticing that there wasn't anybody in the Common Room yet, Hermione bee-lined to the dormitory. She didn't want to see her friends; she knew that she would burst into laughter if she did.
Deciding that she wouldn't let the opportunity present itself, Hermione went to take a long bath.
A very long bath.
.xx.
"Mate, you disappear every time we have Hogsmeade plans." Blaise muttered. "Are you hiding something?"
"Yes," Draco yawned. He was sprawled on the loveseat in the Slytherin Common Room. Apparently Theodore wanted to plan a surprise for Tracey and required the assistance of Draco and Blaise. Something about them being the biggest womanizers in all of Hogwarts history.
Draco stopped himself from saying: "Granger would know all about Hogwarts' history."
"What is it?" Theodore leaned forward and Draco raised an eyebrow in his direction.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?"
Blaise rolled his eyes. "A hundred galleons say he's having a torrid love affair."
"Malfoys don't have torrid love affairs." Theodore smirked. "Draco couldn't stay with one girl for more than one night."
"I resent that!" Draco called. They didn't have to know he'd been talking to Hermione Granger since the start of the summer.
And that he had three picnics with her.
And that he regularly kissed her.
Those bits of information would remain his little secret.
"Well what are you doing for Trace?" Draco steered the conversation away from him. "What's the occasion anyway?"
"Anniversary." Theodore promptly replied. "I was thinking of getting her this jewel encrusted quill I saw at Knockturn Alley."
Draco's blood ran cold. He was going to get that for Hermione.
"When do you plan on getting it?" He tried to remain as cool and composed as possible. Blaise had resigned to study his fingernails. He wasn't one to surprise the ladies… he just loved them, that was all.
"Maybe owling Borgin and Burkes? I know they accept owl-in orders sometimes."
Owl-in orders, hmmm?
That gave Draco a rather splendid idea. Hermione's birthday was coming up…
.xx.
Do you understand how bothersome it is to help one's friend figure out what to do to surprise his girlfriend?
Hermione stared amusedly at the note Draco sent her. Dinner just wrapped up and the Gryffindors were lounging in the Common Room discussing their day at Hogsmeade and taking a trip down memory lane while they were at it.
Hermione was seated closest to the fireplace. Ginny was sitting on the couch, between Ron and Harry, and the rest of the seventh and eighth years were randomly strewn about.
Why not surprise Tracey with a bouquet of chocolate flowers?
How'd you know it was Trace?!
The only two Slytherins dating are Theodore and Tracey. Everybody in the castle knows that, even Filch.
Well, we still haven't figure out what to do and their anniversary is coming up. If we don't think of something fast, I have to listen to Tracey whine about how unromantic Theodore is.
How about a magic carpet picnic ride?
Draco gawked at what she wore. Why didn't he think of that before?!
Granger, you're a genius.
So I've been told.
I could just kiss you.
Hermione blushed. Well, come on over and do it, Malfoy.
I'm sure your dormmates would be opposed to me barging into the Gryffindor Tower to kiss their angel.
They'll live.
I quite enjoy this side of you, Granger.
Your fault, Malfoy. I have been tainted due to your unfaithfulness.
He chuckled, shaking his head. Granger was a lot wittier than he gave her credit for.
I'm faithful.
We will see, now won't we?
Draco's heart did somersaults. Yes, Granger, we will.
.xx.
Edited: August 9, 2016
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