twenty-seven


Hermione had expected the howler Ginny'd sent her. She hadn't expected the one Blaise sent Draco. She knew why, though.

Draco looked at her, shroudly, sipping at the tea she'd doused with hangover potion.

"I was in Australia," she began. "With George, as you know. It's a ritual of Ginny and mine. We go off to my parents, every year, with better, advanced techniques of undoing memory charms."

She paused as he inhaled sharply.

"Why didn't you tell me? Ever?" he asked, quietly. Too quietly.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be," he spat.

Hermione nodded. You've earned this, she chided herself.


This is the next morning, if it wasn't clear. And Blaise because he proposed Daph, last night, in the absence of his best friend.

Imma finishing this within a day. Buckle up!

xAishwarya!