Author's Note: This was written on request for a page I admin. If you'd like a one-shot, then don't hesitate to request one. I'll write for Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Divergent, The Mortal Instruments/The Infernal Devices, and the Avengers. There are a few others, but I prefer these.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the places and characters associated with it. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.
Hermione Granger dreamed of him at night. She'd never tell anyone, of course: her fantasies were her own business.
She'd never tell anyone about the blonde-haired, grey-eyed boy who invaded her mind, her dreams, and her thoughts. They'd look at her funny and call her crazy. They'd think she'd had a little too much butterbeer.
Of course, that wasn't the case. It would never be the case. Hermione Granger was in love with a ferret, and a gorgeous, pure-blooded, snarky ferret at that.
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Despite his father's threats, Draco found himself thinking about her still. Anytime he was thinking of doing something immoral, there she was, convincing him otherwise. He did very little wrong: what little he did was simply to keep up his facade of snarky, pure-blood Slytherin Prince.
And it killed him to do that much, knowing she'd disapprove. Yes, Draco Malfoy thought about a mud-muggleborn, a smart, know-it-all, annoying muggleborn with frizzy brown hair and buck teeth. He thought about Hermione Granger.
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The battle was over. Families were dead. Friends, almost everyone they loved, gone, disappeared behind the veil. Yet they still found time for one another.
Draco knew the battle was over. He knew that the Light had won. He knew he was free from his family's chains. He knew he could be who he had always wanted to be. He was free from prejudice and hate.
He first act as a free man was one he had wanted for so long: he waltzed into the castle and he kissed Hermione Granger. It was soft, gentle, and chaste. He wasn't trying to be sexual, he simply wanted to know Hermione was there; to show her that he was hers.
His gentleness paid off.
She kissed him back, a warm feeling spreading all throughout. She felt as if she were floating.
She knew that everyone was staring at her; she knew that they all wore disapproving looks on their faces. She didn't care. All she cared about was the amazing man that was finally hers. She had gotten that ferret-her gorgeous, pure-blooded, snarky ferret-that she had long dreamed of. Draco had gotten his smart, know-it-all muggleborn with her frizzy hair and buck teeth presented in all it's glory. Maybe it wasn't the perfect time for joy, but it was the perfect moment.