The letter; It felt comforting for something to be normal. Nothing was ever normal any more, not after the traumatic experience of the war. Everyone, everything had changed.
 
 
 

‘Oh I’m sorry, I have to see Luna..’ trying not to sound too guilty, she climbed out of Ron’s arm and rushed off. Hermione suddenly remembered and turned around the say goodbye to her fellow Head, but he was already gone.
 
 
 
 
 

The rest of the day consisted of the same routine; simple lessons, Malfoy staring, Ron's bothersome ways. Infact, so did the rest of the week, recalled Hermione.
 
 
 
 
 

Draco watched up just as Warrington belted the Quaffle at his best friend, who, unsurprisingly, didn’t catch it. Draco moaned. This was going to be a long, vigorous week. He blew his whistle loudly and squinted to see the six players flying down towards him.
 
 

This was the closest thing they had shared, if you didn’t count their moment last night. She was starting to realise that he wasn't what she thought he was, McGonagall had been right he is a good man. He had compassion. And he was much gentler and kinder now. And now that she had seen him smile, he definitely looked much better, instead of that smirk on his face or distant look.
 
 
 

 ‘Ahh love! You’re freezing!’

‘I kn-know…’

‘Would you like me to warm you up?’ Draco asked, slyly. Hermione’s stomach flipped but she tried her best to be brave.

‘And what would that consist of, may I ask?’

‘Well yes, not many people take baths with clothes on, dear, you just happened to join me with yours.’ He laughed as Hermione opened and shut her mouth, not knowing what to say. ‘Like what you see, Granger?’ he winked. Hermione smiled cheekily as he wrapped a towel around his waist and dried off his hair