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Chapter 4: Losing Track of Time
The next day, Hermione decided to go to the library. She opened one of her books and Ron’s letter tumbled out. Now would be a good time to respond, Hermione thought. She took out her parchment and quill and began to write.
Don’t be sorry. Malfoy has been tolerable. In fact, he’s actually not that bad of a person. I’ll be fine, trust me. Slughorn took up potions again and McGonagall is still teaching transfiguration. This new teacher, Professor Williamson, is strict but sweet. She doesn’t want anyone horsing around. Otherwise, she is a good teacher, although, no one can be as great as Lupin. Bless his heart. Luna is doing fine. She has a couple of classes with me. Ginny has several with me too, but Malfoy has every class with me. Joy. Tell Harry that Ginny returns his greeting. And tell him that I miss him too. I miss the both of you so much. It’s not the same being in Hogwarts without you guys. Also, I think that we should get together during the holidays. I’ll make sure to get you and Harry amazing presents because we don’t see enough of each other. And, tell George to stop selling nosebleed nougats to first years. I’m Head Girl, and I’m the one that has to clean up the mess. Love you!
Hermione went up to the owlery and sent an owl to the Burrow. When she turned around, Draco Malfoy stood at the end of the corridor.
“Hey,” he said as he approached her.
“Hey,” Hermione responded with a smile.
“Sending an owl, I suppose?” Malfoy asked trying to engage in a conversation.
“Yeah, I’m responding to Ron’s letter.”
“Is he doing alright? I mean, everything is running smoothly down at his house?”
“I think so. Harry’s staying there too.”
“What do you have there?” Hermione asked pointing to the package in Malfoy’s grasp.
“I’m sending a package to my mum. I bought her a really nice tea kettle and tea cups. It’s her birthday in a couple of days, so I decided to send her an early present.”
“That’s so sweet of you,” Hermione said. She was smiling. She didn’t realize that Draco could be a momma’s boy.
“Yeah, I guess,” Malfoy laughed.
“How’s Pansy doing? Aren’t you still going out with her?” Hermione asked, curious.
“No, we broke up in the middle of the war. She said it wasn’t working out. But, I met a girl over the summer and we’ve been taking our relationship seriously.”
“Really? What’s her name?”
“Astoria Greengrass. She’s in our year. Slytherin.”
“How about you and Weasley? How’s that working out for you?”
“Great. We’re still trying to keep a long distance relationship type of thing.”
“That’s cool. And Potter and Little Weasley? They’re going out too?”
“Yeah. Her name’s Ginny.”
“Right, Ginny. Cool, so it’s like one big happy family,” Draco laughed.
“Yeah, you could think of it like that,” Hermione smiled.
“Alright, I’ll let you get back to your studies. See you, Hermione,” Draco slowly backed away and fetched his owl. He strung up the package and the bird was off.
Hermione went to the Gryffindor Common room. There, she found a very red faced ginger staring at her.
“What is it Ginny?” Hermione asked, unsure of what she did this time.
“You said that you’d help me with potions a half hour ago!” Ginny scolded Hermione for her tardiness.
“I’m sorry! I totally forgot! Can’t I do it now?”
“Too late, I have Quidditch practice. I have to go. I’ll see you later, then,” Ginny responded in a harsh tone.
Then, Ginny was gone.
Later, at the feast, Ginny came in late and squeezed next to Hermione.
“Look,” Hermione said, “I’m really sorry. It completely slipped my mind. Usually this doesn’t happen, and I am truly and deeply sorry.”
“It’s fine. Friends make mistakes, I suppose. Will you help me tomorrow at 4 o’clock?”
“Yes. I promise.”
“Yeah, you can count on me.”
“That’s what you said last time…” Ginny muttered under her breath.