Entry for month 11. Keyword was truth.


Draco talks in circles when the topic of their future comes up. It isn't often, because Hermione is a pragmatist and likely doesn't believe they'll even have one. But when it does, and her eyes become narrowed and assessing, he feels he's failing yet another test.

He tells himself he doesn't care if that's the case; he enjoys the here and now. He doesn't care if they ever speak the three elusive words, walk down an aisle or produce one of those pink and wriggly things of which she seems so fond.

The truth is, he really kind of does.