'I can't believe you're still such an asshole,' said Hermione smiling after downing her cherry-tea-wine, a certain wizard alcoholic liquid she was absolutely in love with. She took Draco's hand and pulled him to the dancefloor. A great pop song was sounding through the speakers. Hermione had never known that the prefects were so good in organizing parties. Or perhaps it was just this years prefects? She had finished her charms and teaching studies three years ago and gotten a place to teach at Hogwarts easily. She rather not said it, but maybe it was just because Minerva absolutely loved it to have her back. Not long after she also did and finished transfiguration, defence against the dark arts, herbiology, care of magical creatures and potions studies. She was still working on a Arithmancy and Ancient runes degree, but they would follow soon. Draco had paid for her first study, and he just wouldn't let her pay him back, but after she'd gotten her job she had moved out of his flat, into the Hogwarts quarters, and paid her own studies. Minerva had assigned also her as spare teacher, because she was good in so many subjects.
Life in Hogwarts was great. In the weekends and for parties Draco would come over, or she would go to him. They had been dating for a really long while now, ever since she got out of the Hospital four years ago. And she knew most of the students, because they would come to her when they had troubles, she was after all the youngest member of the staff. And who would rather go to professor Slughorn than to her. The staff was also an awesome group of people. First you had Minerva as headmaster. Professor Slughorn was now in his last year and they would need a new potions teacher. Hermione, or professor Granger as the students called her, was on the charms department. Nymph was on transfiguration, often with Teddy next to her, students called her professor Lupin, even though they called Remus the same. Remus was on Defense against the dark arts. Professor Sprout still on herbiology. Hagrid on Care of magical creatures, and Hermione was happy to notice his interest in showing the class particularly dangerous creatures had passed a little, and his teaching had improved. Firenze was back into the forest with the other centaurs and professor Trelawny did Divination again. She had come back to the real world a lot more, she was now an official seer and sometimes pupils came to her to tell Sybill had indeed done a real prophesy again. Binns had resigned and chosen to live peaceful with the other ghosts. Marc Delucant, a man that was only five years older than herself, was now in Binns his position. Aurora Sinistra was still on astronomy. Madame Hooch was still on the flying and even though she was reaching the age of 70 she wasn't planning on resigning soon. Soprina Limbeley, an ex-slytherin was on muggle studies, and was one of Hermione's greatest companions. Together they did the extra classes for the very bright and the children that needed help.
The extra classes she was giving was most of the fun. The brighter children that wanted extra study material all thought they could outsmart the teachers easily, and they did most of the time. Still they hadn't managed it with Hermione, and Soprina only once or twice. Though they kept on trying it and that made every lesson another challenge, even for Hermione. For the less brighter kids they did extra study sessions and homework help. Hermione's best moment of her career had been when the entire class had passed their exams with no mark lower than an Acceptable, and even two Outstanding's. She just loved the students and her job, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Turning her thoughts back to the present she had reached the dance floor with Draco and they moved on the rhythm of the music.
'Your students sure know how to throw a party, why didn't we have prefects like this? Your fault I bet,' he grinned.
'Oh really? You were a prefect too!' she tapped with her finger on his chest giving him a blaming, but playful look.
'Yeah, but you were the boring one punishing the "bad kids", I was trying to lighten things a bit up by surprising them with a punishment.' Hermione pouted.
'You were punishing the innocent! How noble of you! Really Draco you should let your brain get checked. I'm wondering if there's still anything left of the part that made you pass your exams,' Hermione made grotesque arm movements and some students stared at them for a few seconds and then went on dancing. It wasn't an unusual sight, seeing their professor fight with her boyfriend. They knew Draco, but most of all his owl, that would often burst through the window into her classroom with a letter from Draco she sometimes was willing to read out loud. He often told her about certain cases on his work and the students found them interesting. Draco was an unspeakable, working in the hall of prophesies. He collected prophesies from peoples minds and put them in a crystal ball. When he was dealing with a muggle he placed memory charms and lots of other things. But he currently was looking for an other job, and he wouldn't tell her what it was.
'Well, that's my job isn't it. I have to hide the world of magic no matter what!' called Draco.
'At school it was for no reason at all!' Hermione shouted back.
'Yes, it was. Keeping up my cover.' Hermione snorted. 'And getting your attention,' both of them burst into laughter as they ended up with most fights. They always ended up forgiving each other, and forgetting why they had started the fight. After a few more dances and drinks the party was over and Draco and Hermione returned to Hermione's quarters. Changing for a party at Draco's work, which was a little more eminent. Hermione put her hair up in a classy bun and slid in her dark blue dress without shoulders that reached her ankles. Draco whistled through his teeth when he saw her.
Hermione playfully hit him on the arm: 'You've seen it before, you know.'
'Can't I just admire my pretty girlfriend?' he walked up to her and they apparated together to the ministry. The party was fun, but a different form of fun than at the school. And Hermione preferred the Hogwarts fun.
'Hermione!' she turned around and saw Ginny in a cream coloured dress coming over to her. 'I thought you had a party at school. You guys still decided to come?' She hugged both of them and beckoned Harry, Ron and Lavender to come. Ron and Harry were aurors, and very successful ones too. Ginny and Harry had gotten married two years ago and Ginny had told Hermione in secret they were trying to get a baby. Ron and Lavender were married a year ago. Hermione hugged all of them and gave Ginny a meaningful look, Ginny shook her head in answer. Minister Shacklebolt decided to join them and they had pleasant talk while the alcohol percentage in their bodies was rising. A few dances, some more talk and meeting new people later Draco and Hermione went home, to Draco's apartment, as was usual in weekends. Draco had his arms wrapped around her waist from behind and trailed kisses from her cheekbone down to her neck and shoulder. Hermione couldn't help but moan, this was how life was supposed to be. Her senses were working at it's best, as they had been ever since she woke up. She smelled his scent and felt the heat coming from his body pressed against hers.
Draco placed a kiss in the crook between her neck and shoulder and then moved his mouth up to her ear: 'How does Hermione Jean Malfoy sound to you?' Hermione spun around so fast she almost knocked both of them over.
'Are you serious?' she asked shocked.
'Mione, I love you. I never want to spend a day away from you again. I want to have children with you. I want us to be together forever,' said Draco.
'But, my job, Draco. I just can't be around here in the weekends,' Hermione said with a little disappointment in her voice.
'That's why I'm giving up my job. I got the job of potions teacher at Hogwarts. I'm coming to you,' Draco grinned and took a small box out of his pocket. 'So Hermione, marry me.' In the box was thin silver ring with three small diamonds on it. Hermione's face lit up and she nodded.
This was how life was supposed to be. Not fearing every part of your life, but enjoying the little things. Things like the smell of strawberries in the summer. Like a soft kiss on your cheek. Like the taste of chocolat. Like love that's strong and will hold on. Like a voice calling you from your sleep sending you back into the world of all these pretty little things.
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