Hermione was curled up in her bed, sitting atop the covers and thinking about Graduation…There was only two weeks to go until the seventh years received their NEWTS results, and only one week after that until they had to say goodbye to this magical castle…There was a lot to miss, and Hermione sure was nervous about her results.
A knock on the door brought Hermione back from her unlimited world of fearful daydreams. She hastily said, “Come in” to try and disguise the fact that she had been sitting there doing nothing productive for the past…30 minutes.
The door opened and a tall boy with beautiful platinum blonde hair walked in, his face smiling playfully at his girlfriend. “Are you daydreaming again? You know those results will be perfect.” He teased, sitting down beside Hermione, who rolled her eyes, but smiled at him.
“I was not daydreaming” Hermione huffed, “only thinking about the future. You realise that we won’t ever come back? No more learning or…homework. We have to live outside in the real world, by ourselves! I haven’t even gotten a place to live in yet, but I can’t keep living with my parents!” Hermione’s voice held a little hysteria, as she listed all her worries. Draco didn’t mock her for her anxiety, but took her hand in his.
“Yea…I was thinking about that last night…are you moving out of your parents’ house when we graduate?” Hermione nodded. “Okay then, how would you feel about moving in with me, since you don’t know where you’ll be living yet.” Draco offered slowly, watching her carefully.
“Live…with you?” Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, but then she broke into a dazzling grin. “Really? Wow, I’d love to…I was thinking that it would be strange not living around you after this year…but then we have to keep looking for a place!” Hermione said enthusiastically, but stopped when Draco nipped her lips together with his fingers.
“I already bought a flat in London. I bought it…In the Christmas Holidays” He told her truthfully.
“WHAT? Draco Abraxas Malfoy, you bought a place in London in the Christmas Holidays?” She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
Draco sighed. “Don’t be so melodramatic. One of Blaise’s cousins moved out of the flat, and Blaise thought that I might want it, and since we were graduating in a few months, I took it.” He shrugged.
Hermione was silent, and without warning, she threw herself at him, tackling Draco into a kiss. Surprised, Draco let out a small yelp as Hermione landed on top of him. Laughing, Hermione smiled at him and said, “thank you for not leaving me homeless.” Draco laughed and told her playfully, “did you really think I would let you live on the street?”
Hermione took Draco’s hand as they lay side by side on her bed. In a few weeks, this would not be her room…she thought over the many memories of this castle…
“Draco, if you think about it…our relationship really is the weirdest thing…last year we still hated each other’s guts. Remember that time I punched you in our third year?” She giggled, twisting to see his face. He pretended to scowl.
“Bloody broke my nose…It does seem really twisted doesn’t it…?” He murmured.
“Why did you decide to try and be civil to me? You know…the day on the train…why did you accept my offer to be nice to each other?”
“I really don’t know…I think I wanted to be rebellious against my father…and you kind of took me by surprise, so I said yes before actually thinking about it. It also presented itself as a nice little challenge for me.” Draco chuckled, “I regretted it as soon as I had said I would try being nice, but it was probably the best decision I had ever made in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you now.” He admitted, turning to stare into her eyes. She blushed but stared back into his steel ones.
“I’m glad you decided to try to be nice…I love you.” Hermione whispered leaning closer to his face and kissing him gently. She smiled and sat up suddenly, and told Draco that they needed to get down breakfast, or her friends would wonder where they were. Groaning, Draco glared at her and she giggled, motioning for him to join her at the door.
At breakfast, Hermione was sitting with Draco and Blaise at the Slytherin table, and Ginny joined them soon afterwards, plonking herself down in the empty seat next to Blaise. Pansy was still shooting horrified glares at Hermione and Ginny.
“Heck, I’m so freaked out. I have no idea what I want to do when I leave school”
“Stop being so paranoid Hermione. You would make a perfect anything. Maybe you could go into auror training?” Hermione shook her head, thinking that she did not want anything to do with the ministry of magic after what they had done to Harry, Ron and her in their fifth year. “You could work as a Healer in St. Mungo’s, or you could come back here and teach as a professor.”
Hermione thought about these suggestions. She liked the idea of teaching, but that would mean staying away from Draco for an entire year…not an option for Hermione’s sanity. Hermione brooded over the idea of a healer. She liked that…helping people who were injured. Hermione beamed and thanked Ginny, before asking her best friend what she wanted to do when she left school.
Ginny shrugged and said simply, “Quidditch. I already got asked by the Holyhead Harpies but the Chudley Canons want to sign me too.” Hermione envied that her best friend could be so sure of her own future … “What are you going to do Draco?”
Draco had been thinking about what he wanted to do for a living. He had been playing with ideas a few nights ago while Hermione was asleep, and he only really wanted to do two things. “Either play professional Quidditch, or be an Auror.” Hermione cocked her head and smiled curiously at her boyfriend. Even though he never wanted to join Voldemort, Hermione knew the Auror department would be hesitant to accept Draco Malfoy- the son of an entire family of Death eaters. However, it was just like him to play professional Quidditch. Hermione knew he had already been offered spots on the Puddlemere United Quidditch team, since the owl bearing the offer had arrived three nights ago.
Even though no one asked him, Blaise announced that he wanted to be curse breaker. Hermione had told him that Ron’s brother Bill worked as a curse breaker, and Blaise had seemed honestly interested. Hermione had to admit, Blaise seemed to be cut out for this job. He was smart, witty, and daring (even if he wasn’t in Gryffindor) and Hermione knew that Blaise liked a job that was interesting, and could keep him busy.
Speaking of Blaise Zabini, Hermione noticed that he was looking a bit off colour… She ignored whatever Ginny was trying to say, and studied Blaise deeply. He was watching Ginny with a desperate and hopeful expression, and Hermione snickered silently. Ginny had confessed to her last week that she had a major crush on Blaise, but despite Hermione’s urges, she refused to do anything; it was custom for the boy to make the first move…
Blaise was battling with himself. He was itching to tell her that he was in love with her, but he didn’t know how she felt about him. Sure they had had many playful arguments that could be described as flirtatious behaviour, but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself if she rejected him…
Hermione gave him a pitying, knowing look, and said very quietly (so only he could her), “just tell her. She likes you too…” Blaise sighed. It was much more complicated than a stupid crush…He licked his lips nervously and interrupted whatever Ginny was telling Draco.
“Uhm…Ginny?” He said began tentatively, and started feeling hot when she turned her piercing hazel-eyed gaze to him. “I was wondering…uh…how is your pumpkin juice?” Hermione groaned and Draco chuckled, putting and arm around his girlfriend. Hermione glared at Blaise for chickening out, and he smiled sheepishly at the confused expression on Ginny’s face.
“What was that Zabini?” She giggled.
“Cat got your tongue?” Ginny crooned, smirking slightly. Hermione felt a little jealous (yet again) at her friends pretentious flirting abilities. “You know that it’s okay to tell me…whatever it is…”
Hermione giggled as she watched Blaise’s face turn slightly pink. “I…was wondering…what is your favourite colour?” He blurted, and Hermione dropped her head into her hands, muffling a groan.
Ginny started laughing rather loudly; she was enjoying torturing him. “My favourite colour is…green, but you know that’s not what you’re trying to tell me…”
“Oh come on. You know what I’m trying to say…” He complained, giving Ginny a pleading look. “Just pretend I said it and everything’s cool.”
“Blaise Zabini. If that’s how you’re going to ask a girl out, you should expect to get rejected!” Ginny snapped; her teasing atmosphere was disapparating as quickly as it had come. She felt a little hurt that Blaise couldn’t even manage to ask her out, or tell her he liked her. She stood up and said a quick goodbye to Draco and Hermione, before leaving the hall, ignoring Blaise’s alarmed and horrified expression.
“I guess I’d better go take care of that.” Hermione sighed, starting to get up. However, Draco pulled her back down and said, “I think that I can manage this one, love.” Hermione looked surprised, but nodded, smiling at him.
Draco got up and left, and watched him leave, before spinning back to face Blaise with a fierce expression. “Blaise, what the hell was that!?” She hissed, glaring at him while he put on an innocent, apologetic expression.
“I don’t know; I just don’t have the guts to tell her I like her!” Blaise moaned, stabbing his sausage harder than necessary. “I’m not in bloody Gryffindor”.
“Haven’t you asked out loads of girls before?” Hermione asked exasperatedly, waving her hands to emphasise her point.
“Yes, but they weren’t that special to me! All I can think about is Ginny Weasley, and I don’t want to screw this up! She’s different, special in way, and I can’t treat her like I do with other girls. You know her; she’ll kill me if I do.” Blaise panicked, brandishing her fork in her face.
“Blaise, sweetie, you’ll just have to tell her. You know that she’ll get pissed if you don’t. You saw just now. Get a move on; we both know she’s too popular for her own good. Soon she’ll get tired of waiting for you to ask her out, and she’ll go date some other boy. You don’t want that do you?”
Blaise’s eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head; too quickly, because he choked on his sausage. “No I bloody don’t want that! Okay, I’ll tell her. But she’s mad at me…I’ll get round to it sometime this week…” he seemed to be calming himself, and Hermione snickered before announcing that she was going to class, since there was only five minutes left.
“Well, I talked to her, and she calmed down. Freaked out when she saw it was me coming to talk to her though” Draco chuckled. “Your little redhead friend isn’t all bad you know. Actually quite fun to talk to…” The Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years were sprawled across the grass on the edge of the forbidden forest. They were learning about Nogtails today, a demon-like creature resembling a piglet. Hagrid had instructed the class to draw a detailed sketch of a Nogtail’s body parts.
“I know that! She’s amazing, and it’s taken you Slytherins six whole years to realise that some of us Gryffindor’s are actually quite nice.” Hermione told him matter-of-factly.
“I know, can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on…” Draco murmured while staring at her face.
Blushing, Hermione turned back to her sketch of a Nogtail.
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