Back again! Hope you enjoyed the last update, I wanted to clear up Ginny's troubles and why she's been so distant

This week there's actually some work going on (shock!) at the ministry, and we discover a little more about the actual tasks of the apprenticeship.

Thank you as always for reading and double thanks to those who reviewed, I love reading them :)

Hope you enjoy!

At first Hermione was a little nervous that her decision to tell Ginny about the events involving Draco Malfoy would lead to their relationship worsening once again – what with that being the night she had publicly and awfully broken up with Ron – but Ginny was just shocked and excited at the story.

"I can't fucking believe that – and you seriously didn't remember until the other night?!" She cried out, her previous tears long gone as she took a sip from the fresh cup of tea she had ordered a few moments ago. Hermione nodded, glad that her tale had had the desired effect.

"Yes, I assume part of that was the alcohol, but obviously I did remember fragments – those I put down to a strange dream I thought I had that night. I never suspected something had actually happened."

Ginny smirked from behind the rim of her teacup.

"And now it has twice, what would Harry and Ron say?!" Hermione tensed for a moment but realised from the twinkle in Ginny's eyes that her friend was teasing her. "But in all seriousness Hermione, if you wanted to play the field you could do a lot worse."

Hermione's jaw dropped, and she had to put down her coffee to cope with the shock.

"Are you still joking around, or did I miss something?!" She spluttered, distinctly remembering the sober way Pansy had urged her to stay away from Draco Malfoy – a position she had assumed her other friends, including Ginny, would agree with wholeheartedly.

"Well unless you're blind you can't have missed how bloody good looking he is." Ginny pointed out, causing Hermione to blush a furious shade of pink. Of course, she had noticed that, it was pretty damn hard not to, that didn't mean she was into him or anything – he was just objectively attractive. "Look I can't really advise you as much on Draco as, say, Pansy can, but from the few times we've spoken at gatherings I've found him to be quite pleasant. It's obvious he's not the mean little boy he once was."

"But what about how he treated all of us? That was bullying Gin you can't deny it," She argued, unsure why it suddenly meant so much to her that Ginny also drive her away from Draco Malfoy. It wasn't like she was tempted or anything. "Don't forget the fact that he was actually a Death Eater!"

Ginny cocked an eyebrow and Hermione once again felt a blush creeping across her cheeks. She was beginning to sound like how she had reacted that day in Kingsley's office when he had chided her for holding on to past prejudices, but this was Draco Malfoy – that made things different, surely?

"If you were really that caught up on how people treated each other in school, when puberty was running rife and you thought you were too good to be friends with any of us," At this Hermione looked away. Ginny wasn't wrong, she had behaved quite dismissively towards Ginny and the other girls she now considered some of her closest friends. "You have a lot less common sense than I thought. Oh, and you should also be saying good bye to Pansy because she was a right cu-"

"Alright, alright!" Hermione interrupted, not wanting Ginny to drop the c-word in a crowded muggle coffee shop where there were a few children present. "I suppose I can see your point, but that doesn't factor in his involvement in the war."

"He was acquitted as you well know Hermione, there was barely even a trial they had so little on him." Ginny waved a hand, dismissing Hermione's weakening arguments. "He also testified against his own father, the man disowned him for Godric's sake, I'd say that's enough atonement."

Hermione blinked, her mouth gaping slightly like a goldfish. She hadn't known that, by the time Lucius Malfoy's trial came around Hermione had already seen and heard enough – the testimonies and evidence read out at each one was enough to make anyone sick to their stomach, and by then she was finished with it. It also didn't help that she had more of a personal connection with the Malfoy family, it had just seemed sensible to avoid the whole affair – and she hadn't read the Prophet since the rag had degraded Harry all those years ago.

"He really did that? To his own son?" She whispered and found herself once again thinking about Pansy. Her father had done the same things, and she remembered how broken and confused the witch had been months, even years later. She then thought about what Pansy had said the previous day, about how Malfoy hadn't had anyone to help him get through that, how he hadn't left his house for months and had all but isolated himself from the world.

She shuddered lightly, realising she was definitely starting to feel sorry for Draco Malfoy. It was a bizarre feeling, one she put down to being too bloody empathetic for her own good.

"Look, anyway," Ginny spoke, interrupting her thoughts. "I'm not saying I like the bloke and I'm certainly not saying you should date him, he is still a twat. But maybe he's a twat you could shag?"

At this Hermione laughed, realising just how much she had missed Ginny's crude advice, so remnant of Pansy but usually with a bit more reasoning and sensitivity. However, she had no intention of following this suggestion.

Hermione had received a lot more information on the man she had accidentally begun a romantic entanglement with over the last few days, and though some of it had made her see him in a more sensitive light, that didn't mean she could forget all those years of torment. She knew they were incompatible, and Malfoy clearly felt that way also judging on how resolute he'd been in avoiding her even after his friends wanted to spend time with her.

There was nothing there between them, not even the promise of friendship, Hermione rationalised. Just because he was a good-looking man and a rather excellent kisser didn't mean all their other issues were resolved.

"While I appreciate your critical analysis of two kisses and supposed sexual tension, I don't think I'll be following your suggestion." Hermione giggled, but Ginny just smirked and took another sip of tea, one eyebrow raised in a picture of disbelief.

"We'll see."

Hermione was up bright and early Monday morning, mostly because her anxiety about going to work had obstructed her sleep. While her and Malfoy's accidental rendezvous had remained a well kept secret amongst her and her friends (although Hermione hadn't seen Ron yet she knew he hadn't said anything as there had been no howlers from Lavender demanding all the details) she had no doubt that the rest of her colleagues and possibly half the ministry would have already heard about it from Nott or Malfoy himself.

It had taken her nearly 30 minutes to decide what to wear, and she found herself cursing Pansy as she leafed through her tight skirts and expensive silk blouses looking for something more inconspicuous.

She eventually settled on a black pencil skirt and cream blouse, hoping that her jacket and scarf would also shield her from prying eyes.

For once, Pansy was up at a decent time and sat at the kitchen counter munching on a piece of toast. After Hermione had walked Ginny to the nearest floo point and headed home herself the previous day it had been a bit too late to have a chat with her other best friend, and so they had agreed to talk that morning.

"How was your day out with the Slytherins?" Hermione asked, going over to the coffee machine hoping that some caffeine would settle her down again.

"Alright," Pansy muttered absent-mindedly, flipping through a few messages on her phone. "Can we talk about Ginny now, it's been killing me not being able to say anything to you."

Hermione smiled weakly but nodded and took a seat opposite the dark-haired witch.

"I literally don't know what to tell her to do," Pansy began, aggressively attacking her toast. "I know Ginny and I know she has ambitions she feels she can't achieve with another baby, but I also know a part of her will regret this. I don't know if she can do it, terminate I mean. And there's no way Harry will understand, not at first anyway."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and chewed her lip.

"I suppose it's really a matter for her and Harry more than anyone else – as long as they can talk it through they'll come to the right decision. Though he may be a little naïve, he loves Ginny and he'll listen to her. Although he'll probably have to shout a little bit first." She summarised, and Pansy also nodded.

"I guess there's nothing more to talk about regarding that then, at least for the moment." Pansy began, a wicked smile appearing on her lips and Hermione's heart dropped as she sensed which topic her friend was about to move on to. "So, first day back at work after tonguing Draco Malfoy in your bedroom – what do you think will happen?"

Hermione sighed and took a long gulp of coffee before responding.

"I expect Theo will ignore me. Malfoy will probably enjoy the day as no doubt the shame of the Gryffindor Princess will be all over the ministry by lunch time and probably the Prophet by tomorrow." She nibbled a fingernail anxiously. "Maybe I'll be fired by the end of the week for inappropriate actions disturbing the workplace after Harry and Ron publicly disown me? Who knows."

"Wow, so you just went right to apocalypse, didn't you?" Pansy chuckled, reaching over to gently pat Hermione's hand. "I can promise you it won't be as bad as all that. And even if it is, I'll be holed up in my office all day dealing with those English thestrals in Paris who bit a few muggles, feel free to come and join."

Hermione winced at the difficult sounding problem the International Affairs department was currently struggling with but then smiled at Pansy's offer.

"Thanks, I'd like to say I'll be brave enough to just eat in the canteen like normal. I know it will be hard but it's important to put on a brave face and stand up for yourself once in a while."

"You Gryffindors and your bravery." Pansy said with a wave of one long nailed hand. "There is such a thing as stupidity too y'know, you can take a break and not put yourself through hell."

Hermione laughed and pulled Pansy into a bone crushing hug, much to the other woman's chagrin. Though she liked to pretend she didn't care a smidge about her friend's traumas or difficulties, Pansy was mostly soft at heart.

Draco Malfoy was running late.

Despite the sort of successful encounter with his friends the day before, he had still managed to find something to put him in a funk which kept him from sleeping until around 4am, and so now he was slinging on his robes dishevelled, bleary eyed and downright exhausted.

His annoying little muggle mobile device the ministry had given him was trilling loudly and didn't seem to want to shut up. Draco preferred not to use it at all, though it wasn't for posterity's sake as he liked to pretend, really it was just that he had no idea how the bloody thing worked and was too embarrassed to ask.

Daphne's name was flashing across the screen currently as it blared out the repetitive music, which he assumed meant she was trying to contact him. He picked it up and pressed the green button. His relief when the music stopped was short lived, as he was then treated to the shrieking voice of one of his best friends.

"Where the fuck are you?! It's nearly ten o clock and Percy gave us our briefing at nine – he said you didn't phone in or anything and he was not pleased about it. You better be fucking dead."

Draco snorted as he ran a hand through his flat, sad looking mop of hair and grabbed hold of his cologne. There was no time for a shower, so he was going to have to improvise.

"Thanks for the concern, I really appreciate it." He replied, spritzing himself with the expensive bottle as he simultaneously tried to hunt down his brogues, the phone pressed firmly to his ear as he assumed removing it from his head would end communications or something. "Tell Percy I had a family emergency or whatever, I'll be 10 minutes at the most."

"Fine I'll try and grab him before he heads up to see the minister," Daphne snapped, clearly irritated at having to cover for him. "You need to have a bloody good explanation ready by lunch Draco Malfoy, I'll see you in ten and tell you what we're doing today."

Once she had finished speaking a loud beep sounded and the phone went silent. Draco looked at it curiously, but shrugged and dropped it to the bed, assuming she had meant to end their conversation.

He grabbed his briefcase which had been flung onto one of his expensive armchairs in his haste to drink and get to Granger's party at the end of the previous work week, and then swore as he realised he had spilt all of his floo powder that same evening in a drunken stupor, leaving him with limited options for getting to the ministry on time.

While apparition would normally be the ideal way to travel, the business of central London (especially at this time in the morning) and ever-increasing populace meant there were very few places one could safely apparate in central London without risking being spotted.

This was turning out to be a rather calamitous Monday morning.

Hermione pretended not to notice when Draco Malfoy was not already waiting outside their office on Monday morning as he had been for the past several weeks.

She pretended not to care when Percy Weasley arrived at 9 on the dot and the blonde wizard still hadn't materialised, and hoped Theo Nott (who had been looking at her intently since he had stepped into the corridor) didn't notice as she chewed her lip, worrying she was the reason for his absence.

Interestingly, Padma had not harassed her for information the moment she had met Hermione at the fireplaces, but instead had gone into a long and detailed story about how Oliver Wood had dared her to streak on Friday night and she still wasn't quite sure where the top she'd been wearing had got to.

"In the end Seamus and Dean had to take me back to theirs I was such a state," Padma had babbled cheerily as the two witches had approached the doors to the department of Magical Law Enforcement. "I was crying and going on and on about losing that blasted top, this was while I was still in my bra mind you,"

"Sorry to interrupt Padma," Hermione had eventually blurted, her curiosity getting the better of her. "But did you talk to Draco Malfoy that night? Or maybe hear what happened after he got there?"

Padma blinked in surprise, her wide brown eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"No, I didn't, I'd actually completely forgotten he was there I was so trollied, Lav didn't tell me anything about him over the weekend… was there gossip then?!"

Hermione had to hold back her shock, trying to control her reactions so as to not give anything away.

"Oh no, nothing really. A few people asked him to leave but he refused and kept drinking our alcohol, standard Malfoy." She replied, forcing herself to sound calm which was apparently quite effective as Padma quickly lost interest and returned to her story of the missing top.

It had taken Hermione just a few more minutes in the lead up to 9 o clock to realise that for some reason or another, nobody except those who had actually witnessed the event knew what happened.

Blaise and Daphne greeted her with their usual smiles and chatter, although there did appear to be something of a mischievous glint in Daphne's eyes, Hermione figured she had probably imagined that.

While this development was certainly a welcome one, it still left her with two issues; the matter of why it was no one had spilled the beans, and how to deal with those who knew but probably wouldn't be as forgiving as Pansy.

Hermione had known she would need to talk to Theo, regardless of their relationship status at that point, from the moment she had opened her eyes and pulled away from Draco Malfoy on the 19th of September. However, his constant staring and unreadable expression was making her less and less willing to do so.

He had watched her all through Percy's briefing, and her paranoid brain theorised it was to see if she would react to the matter of Draco Malfoy (more specifically his absence) being brought up, though she hoped this wasn't the case. Theo probably thought now more than ever that there was something between the two of them, and she needed to think of a way to prove that wasn't true.

As she had already said to Pansy and Ginny, there was nothing between her and Malfoy. Regardless of his status and opinions now, he had always been a prat – a fact which still hadn't changed. While she had pretty much figured out her relationship with Theo Nott wouldn't go that far, that didn't mean she hadn't enjoyed herself at points and felt quite guilty about treating him the way she had.

That being said, if Theo were that concerned about how she felt about Draco Malfoy, it was clear that there was very little trust between them and so even attempting to continue any kind of romantic relationship would be foolhardy at best. The situation was so complicated.

"So, to summarise," The dulcet tones of Percy Weasley shook Hermione from her anxious thoughts, and she quickly returned her focus to him, hoping she hadn't missed anything. "The theoretical element of your course ends in a week's time with your first exam, though of course we do still recommend you don't stop reading – we all know how helpful literature can be – this week there will be no set hours, you will be expected to fill your days with studying and beginning to prep for the practical element."

At this, Hermione looked down at the brown paper file that had been handed to her a few minutes before. There was an ominous, dark red classified stamp over the lip of the envelope, and she shuddered as she considered what would be inside.

"To repeat – cases will be allocated by the end of next week. Please make sure you go through the files thoroughly to get an idea of each individual being brought to trial next summer, as we do consider personal preference when allocating the defendants." Percy finished up, grabbing hold of his briefcase and straightening his robes. Hermione noted that there was a sixth file left untouched on the table beside him and wondered for the hundredth time what had happened to Draco Malfoy.

"Good luck with your written exam on Monday, just remember to go over the materials and readings we have been discussed so far during the apprenticeship." Was Percy's final remark before he swept away from the room and made his way out towards the lifts.

The moment he was gone Hermione noticed Daphne pull out her mobile phone and hurry out of the room, most likely trying to reach the missing blonde wizard on everyone's minds.

She was about to follow and see if there was anything she could do to help when someone tapped her gently on the shoulder and distracted her from her path.

"Hermione," Theo Nott said curtly, nodding his head in greeting as she turned to face him in surprise. Well, momentary surprise, he had been staring at her the entire hour. "Would you mind if we spoke alone for a moment?"

Hermione could do very little but nod as she was led from the room and into the corridor. She could hear Daphne's fast paced high heeled footsteps clacking away, no doubt in pursuit of Percy to explain her friend's absence and turned her attention to her shoes as Theo spoke. She resolved to stay quiet and let him speak, no matter how terrible the things he was about to say would undoubtedly be.

"Regarding the events of last Friday,"

"I'm so unbelievably sorry," She spluttered, her resolve to remain silent lasting around 20 seconds. "I know we never truly clarified what we were, and I know you have probably been seeing other women, but I just feel terrible for… associating with one of your best friends. I can't even begin to express how ashamed and embarrassed I am,"

Theo held up a hand to stop her babbling and Hermione shut her mouth nervously but was then reassured when a small smile graced his lips.

"You really talk too much, and associating? Interesting choice of words." At this she blushed but was still just relived he wasn't shouting or insulting her. "To clarify, I didn't see any other woman for the brief time we were together, and though I never labelled you as my girlfriend, I would have been pleased if you'd accepted that title."

Hermione's jaw dropped, she had certainly not expected that. While she supposed it made sense Nott wouldn't be all that upset about her tryst with Draco Malfoy, he was a heartthrob and notable playboy after all, what did surprise her was him essentially admitting he liked her. That and the fact that he wanted to make things more official.

"I, well I don't know what to say," She breathed, the shock wearing off enough for her to begin to think things through. She did like Nott, but she wasn't sure she could jump into a relationship so soon after kissing another man – kissing a man who wasn't her would-be boyfriend.

She was about to say as much when Theo, probably pre-empting a rejection, held up his hand once again, this time gently touching his index finger to her lips.

"So, don't say anything." He smiled, this time it was genuine and warming, and Hermione was reminded of what had attracted her to him in the first place. "I would like to continue taking you out to lunch, maybe we could study together, and you could consider my offer – taking as much time as you would like, obviously."

Hermione smiled back, not able to help herself as his words were so sweet. But she knew there was a great deal still left unsaid, and not being one to avoid difficult conversation topics, she decided to tackle them head on.

"But what about Malfoy?" She began, her brow once again furrowing with worry. "What about your relationship with him? What about his opinion of me? Won't that continue to impact any relationship we share?"

Theo's friendly expression darkened slightly, and Hermione felt herself shiver at the lifeless look in his eyes. He was so quick to shut off all emotion.

"That is of no consequence, not anymore." He replied darkly. "In fact, it was his… opinion of you – the way he speaks about you and how cruelly he acts that changed my mind about our friendship."

Hermione's eyes widened, but she tried to keep any sign of hurt from them. Of course, it made sense, Malfoy had never cared about her, she shouldn't be so surprised to hear he still said awful things about her. The times he had seemed vulnerable, seemed human, had probably just been an act – or his way of using her as his personal therapist, all the while manipulating and hurting her. It followed that he would have only been acting with cruel intentions and that his thoughts about her hadn't changed, but she didn't want Nott to know that this hurt her, even despite the fact that it was logical.

He would probably think she had begun to see him differently, considered that he might view her as a person as well. But that was not the case, it wasn't like one (well, two) stupid kisses would change her perception of Draco Malfoy – she knew he wasn't good – and it was clear that the experiences hadn't altered Draco's stance either.

He was still the same self-centred, nasty person he always had been. Some things never changed.

"Ok well, I suppose that's all the questions I had for now," She said breezily, hoping to cover up any sign of leftover hurt in her voice or expression by opening her folder. "Do you want to get started with today's work? Revision or looking at the practical element?"

Theo smiled once again, and Hermione breathed an internal sigh of relief when she realised he hadn't picked up on her emotional response to Malfoy. She just needed to forget those moments she'd shared with him, those two conversations when he had actually seemed like a human being.

"I think we should get looking at the practical element, I can't say I'm much looking forward to dealing with such people, but I suppose that's part of the job. May as well decide which would be the least soul destroying to work with."

Hermione resumed biting her lip and nodded a little apprehensively, she too shared Nott's uneasy sentiment regarding their main assessment task, but also felt it necessary to study each case and make an informed decision on which one to put as her first preference and which as her last.

The two of them set off together towards the library that as higher-level ministry workers they now had access to.

By far one of Hermione's favourite things about her new job was the new level of accessibility she now had to areas of the ministry she previously hadn't known existed. The Legislation and Justice Library was hidden away in the department of law enforcement and contained shelf after shelf of case files (some dating back to the years after the ministry had just been founded), weighty tomes on theories of both magical and muggle justice and newspaper archives documenting trials and their societal impact.

It was a hidden gem in the bowels of the ministry that Hermione had previously not been aware of due to the sensitive nature of much of the records kept there but was now one of her favourite places.

She shoved open the dark, intricately carved wooden door and breathed in the familiar scent of fresh and ancient parchment mixed with ink and dust as she entered the grand law library, smiling despite her anxieties.

Nothing like a library to cheer up Hermione Granger.

She and Theo approached one of the mahogany study desks that was currently not being used, and she tapped one of the oil lamps sat in the centre with her wand to brighten up their workplace. Taking a seat in the plush, red velvet chair Hermione scanned the rows of books and intermittently placed desks to see if there was anyone she recognised also studying there that morning.

Sure enough, Blaise and Daphne had already taken seats together at another desk a few meters away. Padma was nowhere to be seen, but Hermione had no doubt the studious Ravenclaw would be somewhere amongst the shelves of books and papers.

Hermione opened her brown, unassuming case file that seemed at that moment to be as dangerous as a horcrux. She flipped to the first page and had to steady her breathing as she was met with the snarling, haggard face of Rodulphus Lestrange. It never got any easier, she realised numbly, thinking about the war and the things that man had done.

Her golden eyes filled with tears as she scanned the list of charges, most of which were accompanied with graphic, detailed evidence of cases which were filed against Rodulphus. None of them shocked her. She had lived war, the sweaty, bloody, disgusting reality of it, but it still felt raw and new as she read the atrocities the death eater on the page before her had committed.

"Are you ok, Hermione?" Nott's unusually gentle tone of voice shook her from her thoughts, and she quickly wiped her eyes, embarrassed at the display. This was what she wanted to do for her job for Merlin's sake, she had to learn to handle these types of things.

"Yes, I'm fine." She replied trying to calm herself down, "I think it just brought it all back a little bit. Something I probably don't have to explain to you." She cracked an empathetic smile and Nott nodded in agreement.

"I know what you mean, and Lestrange is certainly an evil man." Nott noted, the anger in his voice making Hermione wonder if he too had suffered at the hands of Rodulphus Lestrange, but inadvertently so Percy wasn't aware of it.

"I can't understand how anyone could want to defend these people, it's ludicrous." He snapped, and at this Hermione clucked her tongue in thought.

"I see where you're coming from, and I don't think I'd be able to do it, but also you have to appreciate that the law wouldn't be fair without defence lawyers. Justice needs metering, we can't be vigilantes."

Nott shrugged but didn't respond, clearly not agreeing with what Hermione had said.

Their briefing on the first piece of parchment in the folder before the case files had stated that there would be two of them on each of the three cases and they would get to decide whether they were defending or prosecuting and give a preference for which individual case they would take on, but four lawyers would be on one case in total.

So effectively, if both Theo and herself were put on the prosecuting team for Lestrange, there would be two ministry lawyers defending him.

Padma, however, had expressed interest in defending one of the death eaters as she was more interested in defence law and also felt that such a difficult case would be good experience. Hermione doubted anyone else would be interested in defence law, mostly because if any of the former death eaters or relatives of former death eaters were to attempt to defend one of the three being brought to trial there would most likely be public outcry.

Hermione had therefore already realised that Padma would be paired with a ministry defence lawyer and not another apprentice. Padma had also all but made her decision regarding her defendant preferences, wanting to tackle MacNair as she felt the most removed from his case personally, barely knowing who the man actually is.

Hermione, though she knew she wanted to prosecute, still wasn't sure how to play it when it came to her preferences. On the one hand, it made perfect sense for her own stability but also her own safety to put Lestrange last and avoid him completely. But on the other, there was little doubt in everyone's mind that Lestrange would be the most difficult case to take on.

The man was by far the highest profile of the three and would therefore attract the most media attention, something which as criminal lawyers they would undoubtedly have to contend with. There was also the problem of missing evidence for a few accusations leveraged against the man, as well as illusive witnesses who now didn't want to come forward for trial. Essentially, the case was a lot of work.

This was something Hermione had never shied away from. There was also the matter of her conflicting emotions – something she wanted to get in check before pursing her career as part of the Wizengamot as she couldn't allow her war-trauma to affect her work. Maybe it was better to tackle that now by taking on one of her largest fears; Lestrange himself.

Hermione pondered her options as she fingered the slip of parchment Percy had given each of them which had a box asking for their defence/prosecution preference and then a numbered ranking of each of the three defendants.

She sat in silence, Theo working in front of her on something or another, probably making an equally difficult decision himself. But in the end, Hermione realised the answer was obvious.

She carefully placed an X in the box marking prosecution, and then listed the three men in order beneath it.

In third she placed MacNair, also not really familiar with the man apart from the crime she had read he'd committed in his file.

Second place she wrote Yaxley, the man who had been Head of Magical Law Enforcement once upon a time.

And in first she wrote, with slightly trembling fingers, Rodulphus Lestrange. Hermione knew it was important to face her fears and ultimately come out on top of the entire apprenticeship, and that was what she wanted to achieve.

As she wrote his name something Pansy had said earlier that same morning floated into her head, but she quickly brushed it aside.

"You Gryffindors and your bravery, there is such a thing as stupidity too y'know, you can take a break and not put yourself through hell."

This is different, Hermione rationalised to herself. After all he's in Azkaban, what could he possibly do to harm me?

There we have it! Hermione's decision on her practical element, something which will be a prominent feature for the rest of the story!

What do you think about her choice? Who do you think Theo is going to pick? Let me know!

Thanks for reading as always everyone, see you soon! :) x