"Mum, I think this whole love thing that Scorpius has for Rose is rubbish. And it's disgusting." Hermione can't help but smile, listening to Lynx go on about her brother. "It's bloody disgusting actually, Rose is..she's like a sister to me and she's my best friend and now Scorpius is going trying to screw it all up by snogging her. He snogged her, mum, right there in front of me. Had half a mind to tell Uncle Ron myself."

"We can't choose who we fall in love with Lynx" Hermione reminds, going back to washing the dishes. "Your father dispised me growing up, and now look at us."

"That's bloody disgusting too." Lynx sneers, "I'm never falling in love. Never." With that, she sticks her nose up in the air. "Silly emotion really."

"You sound like your father did in Hogwarts. Did I ever tell you about your father and I, back when we were courting? I promise, it's not as disgusting as you like to convince yourself. And Aunt Sonya is in this one."

"The one I'm named after?" Lynx eyes light up, suddenly interested.

"Yes ma'am." Hermione answers, reaching into the back of a kitchen cabinet, behind her fine china. "All right here in this box." With that, she hands Lynx an old shoebox filled with yellowed parchment. Some of the parchment letters looked like they would fall apart in Lynx' hands, but on the majority of them, she recognized the neat, flowing handwriting.

"Did dad write these?"

"Yes ma'am, but don't tell your father I let you read them. He likes to put on a show for you kids."

"Malfoy persona, got it mum."

March 19th,

Granger,

I can't help but wonder if you know how I feel for you. You are not like the other girls. You set my heart on fire, distracting me from my studies. If you only knew how hard it is to focus in Potions, watching you work beside me. If only you knew what you do to me. But you will never know, because I will never have the courage to tell you.

Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Staring down at the letter he had just written, Draco lets it burn in mid-air. He sighs, looking down at Hermione below him. She had no idea that he watched her or else she would probably hex him into next week, but Draco didn't care. He loved the thought of being this close to her. Draco watches Hermione turn the page, wrapped up in her book, her wand sitting at her side.

"ACCIO WAND!" Draco hears a familiar voice call out, Hermione's wand flying out from the tree. He sees her silently swear to herself as she stands up and walks forward. Groaning, he lays down on the branch directly above the action, brushing some leaves aside to get a better view.

"Granger," Pansy sneers, a group of underclassmen following her. All of them were Slytherins, a few Draco recognized as previous shags. "How in the world did you ever manage to win a war if you can't even put a protection spell on your own wand? Oh, that's right. You didn't. You were too busy snogging Weasley the whole time."

"Actually, I saved the snogging for after I knew we had won. How was the view of the war from the dungeon by the way?"

"That's it!" Pansy screams, "I'm going to kick your arse."

"Pretty pathetic really, you have to take my wand in order to kick it." Hermione bounces back.

"You filthy little Mud-Blood!" Pansy spits as Draco silently points his wand at her through the trees. "I'm gonna..." Hermione braces herself for the pain, staring Pansy directly in the eyes. She wasn't going to give Pansy the satisfaction of her fear.

"EVERTA STATUM!" Draco screams out, the force of his wand knocking Pansy back. He looks down, seeing Hermione standing there, her eyes squeezed shut as she held her breath, waiting for the pain. Slowly, she opens her eyes.

"What did you do Granger? That hurt."

"I didn't do anything" Hermione laughs, music to Draco's ears "But I wish that would have been me."

Draco can't help but smirk at the thought. Maybe Granger will like this one too. "EVERTA STATUM!" Pansy flies back another foot, landing on the ground again.

"Who are you!" Pansy screams, looking around for someone, anyone to blame.

"Stand back up and I'll be more than happy to show you again." Draco whispers to himself, too quiet for them to hear below. "Teach you to try and play Draco Malfoy. Filthy Hussy."

"Come on girls, lets go before they decide to attack again." A fifth year, Rebecca, reaches down, helping Pansy up. Draco remembered her from a party out at Pansy's house last summer. Wild little thing. "This isn't over Granger." With that, Pansy goes into Hogwarts, the group of girls following her. Draco watches as Hermione picks up her wand, holding it out in front of her for defense. Gritting his teeth he waits for her to knock him out of the tree.

"Harry?" She calls out, half-whimpering.

"Merlin Granger" Draco answers, dropping out of the tree. "Just because someone saves your arse doesn't always mean it's Potter." Hermione looks up into the tree, trying to see where he jumped from.

"Did you..."

"The one and only saves the day." Draco answers with pride. Straightening his shirt, he smirks. "Your welcome."

"I didn't need your help Malfoy, I had it under control."

"Really looked like it from where I was sitting." Draco answers, "Do you have any idea what Pansy would have done to you?" Hermione shudders at the thought. "By the way Granger," Malfoy persona he reminds himself. "Don't get used to me saving your arse, I was bored."