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Chapter 4: The Kiss With Hermione Granger
“Hermione, dear. I heard what happened…” Molly trailed off, unable to talk. Hermione quickly grasped the older witch in a tight embrace, crying out freely. Molly comforted Hermione by slowly rubbing her back.
“It’s okay, honey. Just let it all out.” Molly encouraged her. Hermione needed to let all her emotions out, and so, she wailed even more. “Come on, let’s go inside. Ginny, Harry and Ron are waiting for you in the living room.” Molly lead the younger witch inside.
“Hermione!” Ginny rushed up to the brown eyed witch, whom she believed to be her sister and engulfed her in her arms. Hermione hugged back, crying more. “It’s alright.” Ginny said, rubbing her back, like her mother before her. Hermione finally let go, all cried out. She wiped her tears away and attempted a smile at her best friends.
Harry walked towards Hermione and enveloped her into a bone crushing hug. When he finally let go after what felt like several minutes, Harry set his eyes on Ron. Ron shuffled his feet, not able to make eye contact with the witch he had caused so much trouble for. Hermione looked to the side, not wanting to look at her friend, or if she could even call him that now, who had hurt her so much. She just sat down on the sofa, waiting for her friends to do the same.
When they finally settled down, Harry turned to Hermione. “How did it happen, ‘Mione? If you don’t mind us asking.” Harry asked hesitantly.
Hermione told them everything that happened about the accident. How the damage was too much for the baby to survive from. Malfoy bring her saviour, making her friends gasp. How she was adopted and was a Pureblood. Everything was revealed to the trio that sat beside her. -Well…maybe not everything. Hermione skipped the moment of the kiss she has shared with Malfoy as she knew they would be so angry at her, especially Ron.
“Wow…so you’re a Pureblood. How does it feel to be one?” Harry asked.
“It feels the same. Nothing feels different. I don’t know why gits like Malfoy make such a big deal about it.” Hermione grumbled.
“That’s because he was born that way. A Pureblood prick.” Ginny remarked, making Hermione chuckle slightly.
“Well, anyways, we’re just happy that you’re alright.” Harry smiled.
“Me too.” Hermione returned the smile.
On the night went, as the four wizards joked and laughed about their times at Hogwarts.
“Oh, and remember the time when you punched Malfoy right in the nose! Oh, that was hilarious! I still remember that day! He looked so scared!” Harry recalled the memory. The four of them laughed, recollecting Malfoy’s face when Hermione had punched him.
“He deserved it. He was bad mouthing Hagrid and Buckbeak. I was not just gonna stand there and do nothing while he threw insult after insult at them.” Hermione reasoned.
Dinner had ended and Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny all headed upstairs to their rightful bedrooms. Hermione and Ginny sharing one room and Harry sharing another with Ron. Before they went, Ginny kissed Harry goodnight, resulting in Ron scolding the couple to do their business elsewhere.
“Whatever Ron. Just go to your room because it’s going to happen every - single - day, since we’re getting married in two weeks.” Ginny stated causing Ron to scoff and go inside his bedroom, not wanting to hear or see anymore. Harry retired inside as well after hugging Hermione for one last time and kissing Ginny goodnight.
Ginny and Hermione departed to their bedroom, talking about the wedding plans for the upcoming Saturday. “So, I was thinking if we could go with Fleur to the wedding shop on Saturday. Is that okay for you?” the red head asked. Hermione nodded, not really paying attention so much anymore.
“’Mione, you alright? You seemed so tensed when you arrived. Is everything alright?” Ginny asked. Hermione sighed, knowing nothing could go unnoticed by the her best friend.
“No, Gin, it’s not. I’ve done something really, really wrong.” Hermione said. “I’ve…kissed Malfoy.” she blurted.
“You did what?!” Ginny bellowed, loud enough for the entire house to hear her voice. Hermione waved her wand and muttered the silencing spell before continuing.
“I-I didn’t mean to! I-It just happened! I tried t-to stop myself, but I wasn’t able to! I don’t know what happened.” Hermione shook her head in worry.
“Woah. Okay, slow down.” Hermione breathed in and out. “Okay, now tell me what happened.” Ginny said. Hermione explained everything that happened, from the morning onwards.
“He gave you boils and turned you into a clown?” Ginny asked, pursing her lips together, trying to keep a straight face. Hermione glared daggers at the red head.
“It’s not funny!” Hermione cried.
Ginny burst out in laughter freely, while Hermione giving her the shut-up-or-I’ll-hex-you look. Ginny stopped immediately, knowing that her friend was not lying. “Well, he deserved to get that howler. Thinking that he was so dam perfect.” Ginny said.
“Oh, and don’t forget when he banged his head into the door!” Hermione reminded her. They both started laughing as an image of Malfoy banging his head into the door popped up in their minds.
“I don’t get. I mean how could he think of kissing you, when you were a clown. -I never knew he liked clowns so much.” Ginny sniggered.
“Ginny, it’s not funny. And I was back to my normal state when we kissed.” Hermione said, not exactly knowing how she knew that.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. But why did he kiss you? I mean, from the first day he saw you, he did nothing but insult you.” Ginny stated.
“I don’t know. I don’t get it either.” Hermione frowned. “And you know what the worst part was? I kissed him back.” she sighed.
“If Harry and Ron find out, they are not gonna be happy about this.” Ginny said.
“I know, Gin. But please, don’t tell them until I’m ready to.” Hermione pleaded.
“Don’t worry, I wont. I promise.” Ginny assured her best friend. “Now, we should get some sleep. It’s been a tiring day for all of us.” Ginny clapped her hands and the lights went off. Hermione jumped inside the covers and drifted off to what she hoped would be a dreamless sleep.
“You did what?!” Blaise had spat out his mouthful of water, choking hysterically.
“I-I don’t know what happened! One minute I turned her into a clown and then the next, I kiss her! I don’t get it! I would never kiss a Mudblood like Granger!” Draco exclaimed. “Well, she’s not exactly a Mudblood anymore, but still, I would never, in a million years, kiss Granger.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Blaise asked.
“Well, she told me that she was adopted and that her parents were wizards, but they were murdered by Death Eaters. She only found out yesterday.” Draco clarified.
“I never even knew there were Death Eaters in that century. But, you told me that she kissed you back. Why would she do that?” the raven haired friend asked.
“I don’t know! She kissed me back one moment, but then probably realised who she was kissing and shoved me back. I just hurried to the office then. I. Don’t. Get. It. Why would I do such a thing?! I would never kiss Granger even if my life depended on it.” Draco cleared.
“Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Granger, but I do know that things will go back to normal tomorrow, right?” Blaise asked.
“Yes, it will.” Draco nodded. Draco turned to retire to his bedroom when a hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks.
“What was it like? The kiss, I mean.” Blaise smirked. “Was it good?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at the platinum blond.
“I guess. But I’ve had better.” Draco shrugged.
“You’re lying. I can see it in your eyes. Just tell me the truth, dude. We’re all friends here. I promise I won’t tell.” Blaise urged him.
“Fine. It was great. Happy?” Draco surrendered.
“I knew it! I knew it! -Can I have details, though? -Oh, come on!” Blaise cried. Draco shook his head and left his room with a smirk on his face.
Draco lied back on his bed, the kiss emerging in his mind. He smiled. As much as he tried to deny it, he loved the warm, fuzzy feeling Granger gave him. He hadn’t felt like that with any girl before, ever. He wondered how the know-it-all bookworm felt about the kiss. But he did know one thing. He was going to stop with the insults and just try being civil towards her. He was not his father, who cared for no one but himself. He hadn’t thought to have confided with his family before he made such a big decision that would and had changed their lives. His father ruined his and his mother’s life because of his bad decisions.
He put his thoughts aside and got under the covers, falling into deep sleep, but one thought stayed glued to his mind - the kiss with Hermione Granger.
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