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The morning of September the first was an awkward affair; the tension between Ron and Hermione had resulted in them all splitting into two groups. Mrs Weasley would be taking Ginny and Hermione to platform nine and three quarters via Apparation, whereas Mr Weasley would be taking Harry and Ron in a Ministry car.
They all bid each other goodbye but Ron flatly ignored Hermione's tentative smile and slammed the car door shut behind him. Mrs Weasley squeezed Hermione's shoulder lightly upon seeing her downcast look, and took hold of both Ginny and Hermione's hands, turning on the spot. Once again, Hermione felt the tightness in her chest, the feeling of near suffocation and slight unnecessary panic, before she was free and Mrs Weasley was steadying her at platform nine and three quarters. "Now," said Mrs Weasley, pulling out sandwiches for both Hermione and Ginny. "Behave yourselves, won't you? Especially you Ginny; next time Fred and George assure you it's a good idea to plant chocolate frogs in someone's desk, ignore them." Mrs Weasley pulled them both into tight hugs and they both hopped onto the train and shut the doors behind them.
Hermione awoke the morning before the Christmas holiday break from a sleep filled with dreams of being surrounded by loud music on a packed dance floor, the feeling of being trampled to death engulfing her. She stretched lightly and climbed out of bed. Picking up her wand, she fixed up her hair and pulled on her uniform, mentally preparing herself for a long day of lessons alone – for although Harry remained a mutual friend with both Ron and herself, he tended to spend more time with Ron. This resulted in Hermione feeling rather lonely at times, and missing Lucius with every painful beat of her heart; however, she kept her head down and concentrated on her studies, making the day a tiny bit more bearable.
As expected, that particular day was no different from the rest; the same old routine, everything seeming dull and monotonous and meaningless – breakfast, classes, lunch then more classes, her last one being Defence Against the Dark Arts. She was thankful for this at least; this class being the most practical of her classes gave her something to really concentrate on. She found that her mind was too occupied to dwell too much on Lucius as it required all of her concentration and skill almost constantly.
Sitting herself in her usual desk – ironically in the far corner of the back row – and took out the appropriate books and her wand. They started off with a lecture , then took notes and finally began the practical work, for which they had to pair up. Hermione looked around blankly at everyone immediately raising and pairing up; she felt rather like a small muggle child being chosen last for the school sports team. She bit her lip anxiously; the teacher noticed and looked over at her sympathetically. "Who are you partnering with, Miss Granger?" Just as Hermione opened her mouth to answer, a voice came from the doorway. "I am." It said in a smooth, confident voice.
Hermione jaw dropped open and a gasp issued from every mouth in the room. "Lucius!" Cried out Hermione in shock. He smiled and held out his hand to her, ignoring the stares he received. She walked over to him and gently took hold of his hand; he pulled her close and gazed into her eyes. "I love you so much Lucius... I can't stand to be without you any longer." She whispered. "Come away with me," he replied. "Tonight. Now." Hermione bit her lip, glancing to the class behind her. She released Lucius' hand and looked down at her feet. Raising her eyes to Lucius, she saw his confused expression; she grinned then said, "Marry me, Lucius." He looked down at her, unsure of what he heard. He could not believe his ears. A huge smile crept upon his lips and he took hold of her hand and together they ran as fast as they could out of the castle, leaving behind a flabbergasted Harry and Ron.