"Granger?" I asked, rather confused.
She shifted on the couch, facing me but still lying down.
"Yes Malfoy?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, everyone's leaving for Christmas. Aren't you going home?"
"What home? I don't have a home anymore," She replied quietly, sitting up on the couch.
I see that her eyes a puffy and blood-shot. Then it hits me: she's been crying.
"What about your parents? I heard you kept them safe during the war."
"I did."
"And?"
"And what? I put the memory charm on easy enough, taking it off, however, is a different story."
"You mean that the-they don't remember you?"
"No. They think I'm they're niece and that my parents are dead. I suppose they're right in a way really."
"What about the Weasleys?"
"I'd rather eat my own foot, it's couple central there. I get it though, after the was everyone wants someone."
"What about you and Weasel?"
She laughs at this, "Ron and I… We're just friends."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He has Lavender, and as annoying as she is they do fit together nicely. Now that she's matured a bit," she chuckles a little at this.
I shuffle my feet awkwardly.
"Oh look - mistletoe" she says, pointing to the roof.
I look up and surely enough, mistletoe is hanging exactly where she points and then I glance down to Hermione. She's looking at me too.
"You know, it's not going to let us a move," I say.
"I'm aware of that, yes," she says quietly.
"So.." I start but I get cut off by her lips on mine.
She pulls back a few seconds later, looking indifferent. "You can move now, you know," she states softly.
"I'm aware of that, yes" I say, smirking and pulling her in for another kiss.
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