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Why won't it work Harry?" Ron asked curiously. He was back from his training exercise in Russia.
"Hermione is still hung up on Malfoy, stop being such a sodding idiot," Harry told Ron sternly.
Harry looked at Ron's fallen face, "Look, mate, just be her friend, for now, right now that's all she needs and not you rushing her to give you another chance."
Not that she would, but Harry kept that to himself.
Ron looked away, "I still love her Harry," Harry rose and placed his hand on his best friends shoulder, "I know, but Hermione's not where you want her to be, she made that damn clear to you." Ron glanced at Harry sadly and desperately.
Once Ron had learnt of Hermione's attack, he had been devastated.
Mainly because no one had bothered to tell him that she had been attacked but Harry had explained, that it was a confidential matter and that had been the end of discussion.
The press was having a field day pairing him up with Astoria.
It had become so unbearable, that Draco had gone down to The Prophet and threatened the Editor with closure.
The only relationship they shared was about the Swedish project and nothing else.
He was having dinner with his mother at the Manor. It had been weeks since he had been to his ancestral home. Draco missed his mother.
"Are you currently in a relationship with Miss Greengrass?" Narcissa questioned her son curiously.
Draco laughed, "Not you too mother!"
She raised her eyebrows, "So, it is not true?"
"Of course, it's not true. I do not have feelings for Astoria. I never have, you know this," Draco stated firmly.
He was getting sick of explaining this to everyone.
"It is hard to keep track of your love life Draco, I thought you had settled down with Miss Granger." she said hopefully.
Draco sighed; he had thought so too. Bernard's words echoed in his mind, "Don't give up hope just yet Draco."
Narcissa was studying her son, "You still love her, don't you?"
"Am I that obvious?" he asked sheepishly.
"To your mother, always!" She replied lovingly.
"Don't lose hope son, I have faith in your love for Miss Granger," Narcissa told her son, her eyes sparkling.
Draco gave his mother a look of surprise with a smile. It was comforting that his mother thought so highly of Hermione.
They continued dinner, discussing the Estate renovations, Malfoy Trust Funds, and his mother's latest charity project.
After dinner, Draco apparated back to his apartment. The kiss they shared was fresh in his mind.
The shuddering loneliness he felt lingered day after day without any escape or break.
The haze he had placed over his eyes was lifting and the aftermath left in its wake was unpleasant to see.
Draco found himself spending more time at the Ministry as they closed in around the Death Eaters.
His sources had confirmed that even without Dolohov, their numbers had grown past twenty including a few desperate werewolves.
It would come down to a bitter fight if they were to capture them and there was a good chance of causalities on both sides.
Before the Dementors kiss, Dolohov had begged for mercy and in a moment of weakness, he had revealed the location of their hideout.
The remaining Death Eaters and supporters were holed up in a sympathizer abandoned shelter.
An underground shelter built during the air raids of World War Two. Well-equipped and fortified, it was the perfect hiding place.
Hours later, they were all gathered in Kingsley's large office.
The tense situation mirrored the faces of the men.
Drawn faces with determination, purpose, and concern to rid the world of darkness.
Harry and his team of Auror's, Draco and two shifty-eyed gentlemen and Hermione. She felt out of place in her high heels and pleated pants but given the opportunity, Hermione was experienced enough to hold her own.
Harry stood firmly by Kingsley's side, while he spoke to the men and gave out vital instructions, "Three teams will be going in tonight, I will be joining the raid myself," there few a few murmurs and the men exchanged surprised looks.
He turned to face Hermione, his face void of any emotion, "If in the unlikely event I fall, you will assume duties of the Minister, until a new Minister is sworn in," Hermione looked upon the serious face of the Minister in disbelief.
She gathered her strength, "By Merlin, it will not come to that." Draco locked eyes with her.
Harry spoke next, "Angus will lead the primary team and I will lead the second."
Dread descended and took hold of Hermione as Harry spoke the next few sentences, "Malfoy will take the lead of the third team outside the shelter, and the Ministers protection detail will be in your hands," he added the last point, emphasizing on the importance of the mission Draco was being trusted with.
Draco nodded confidently, his hand tightening around his wand. Today, he would repay the debt he owed.
An involuntary sound of dread escaped Hermione.
Frustration and dread, panic began to settle within her.
Fear filled her heart and Hermione wanted to scream out! That he wasn't an Auror, that it wasn't his job to do this.
She couldn't risk losing him, but not a single comment escaped her lips.
Losing her balance, Hermione held onto the table, lightheaded at the possibility of Draco dying.
The file cluttered to the ground, scattering papers everywhere. Her vision blurred.
The men in the room watched her curiously. Harry was studying her, and Draco was staring at her in concern.
Tears shone in her eyes and Hermione clumsily tried to wipe them with her hand, but they had seen it.
Hermione could have sworn, Draco almost took a step towards her, but Harry made it to her first, "He will be fine, you have my word," he said low enough, that no one else heard him.
She felt her fingers find Harry's arm and gave it a small squeeze, "Please Harry," she pleaded.
Harry smiled at her reassuringly.
They followed Harry to the Auror department, where the men suited up and took pistols along with their wands.
Wizards of late had resorted to the using of Muggle firearms and Harry considered it necessary to be prepared for anything they might face.
Hermione watched Draco from the shadows, he equipped himself with a sturdy looking Desert Eagle.
It suited him. Eager to get in a practice round, he excused himself and made his way to the small firing range at the back.
Hermione followed him at a distance.
"Granger, heels are ineffective for spy work," glancing back, Draco smiled at her. His eyes burning with purpose.
Without another word, Hermione closed the distance between them. Draco stood his ground, staring at his fiery Gryffindor.
Her eyes searching his, "Why are you doing this Draco?" her voice broke. She grabbed onto his shirt.
"Because I have to, because I need to," Draco replied softly, looking into her petrified face.
"It's too dangerous." Hermione took a breath and blurted out, "Send someone else, please," tears streaming down her face. It was a selfish request, she didn't care!
Draco pulled her roughly towards him and held her tightly, "Please Draco, please don't go!"
Hermione begged him, not caring what he thought. Tears stained his shirt. She loved him and that was enough.
"I need to redeem myself, many died because of my actions and you were nearly one of them," he whispered and then kissed the top of her head, "You can't begin to understand, what I went through after you got attacked."
Her arms went around him, "I can, I'm feeling it now. Please don't make me watch you go," she was in pure anguish, pleading with him.
His resolve melted at the requests made, but this was bigger than the both of them.
There was so much Draco wanted to say, but he held onto Hermione instead, not wanting to spoil the moment.
Taking in her smell and touch, drowning within her.
A small cough interrupted them, and they reluctantly broke apart, "I'm sorry, but we need to go Malfoy," Harry's voice was gentle.
Draco nodded over Hermione's head and gave her one last look, "I'll be back soon." He promised and pressed a quick kiss to her temple, but she could not answer.
Turning to Harry next, Hermione hugged him tightly, not only did she have to watch her love go into battle, but her best friend too.
"I will be with Ginny till you return," Hermione told Harry between sobs.
Harry nodded and gave his smile of reassurance. "I love you both," he said, with a quick kiss to her forehead.
Hermione followed them silently and watched as the group of men stood in a circle.
Wholeheartedly, she wished everyone good luck.
Their eyes met one last time. I love you Draco!
Hermione tried to put everything she felt into the look they shared.
They were gone, he was gone.
Pain! Searing hot pain!
Leaving the Ministry behind, Hermione apparated to Grimmauld Place and knocked on the door.
Ginny opened it at once, her eyes were swollen and red. She had been crying.
Hermione reached out and hugged Ginny tightly, as both women cried against each other.
Seeking the comfort, they needed. Hermione held onto Ginny for as long as she needed.
Once Ginny let her go, they went to the kitchen and sat at the small table looking at each other.
Hermione reached over and closed Ginny's hand with her own, "Harry will be fine Gin," Ginny smiled weakly, the usually strong girl was a complete wreck.
"Malfoy will be fine too Mi," Ginny replied, she knew her too well. Hermione withdrew her hand and played with the edge of a napkin, nodding not trusting herself to speak.
Hours went by and Ginny fell asleep at the table.
Hermione held her cup of coffee, absentmindedly running her fingers along the handle when Harrys Patronus appeared, Ginny stirred and got up.
The beautiful stag reared its head, "We are victorious, come to St Mungo's," the message was short, but it was enough.
Ginny cried in relief and the women hugged each other.
Firmly holding hands, they apparated to St Mungo's.
It was still the early hours of the morning and the darkness was bleak against the whiteness of St Mungo's, the sun would rise soon.
Harry was waiting for them as they entered.
Ginny flung herself at him, holding him close to her and kissing him fervently.
Once she let go, Hermione hugged him next, her eyes scanning the area for Draco.
Sensing her restlessness, Harry spoke in concern, "He took a spell intended for the Minister, they are just patching him now."
Hermione clasped her mouth in surprise, and a whimper escaped, "Where is he?'' she asked urgently.
Harry smiled and led her towards a room, where Draco was sitting on top of a bed shirtless, while Healers attended to his cut.
Even from where she was standing, it was clear the cut was deep, and Hermione saw the blood pour out and Draco winced in pain.
His hands balled into fists to fight the wave upon wave of pain that went through his body.
Hermione held onto the door frame to steady herself, her movements made him look her way and their eyes met.
Without a word, she hurriedly walked towards him, even though the Healers were still there, she didn't give a fuck!
She cupped his face lovingly and he leaned into her touch.
Merlin, help her!
She reached down and brushed his lips with hers.
Draco wanted nothing more than to respond but he winced out of pain and Hermione withdrew, the Healer frowned at her disapprovingly.
Smiling sheepishly at the Healer, she took a step back blending into the background.
Once the Healer finished his work and Draco laid back against the bed, walking up to him slowly, her fingers touched his forehead, "How are you feeling?''
"I've been better," Draco replied, kissing her hand.
Hermione contacted Bernard and within seconds the old man appeared at St Mungo's, his face creased with worry.
She hugged him tightly and reassured him that Draco was fine.
They walked into the room and Draco was sitting up reading a book on potions, that the Healer had lent him.
He struggled to sit up, "I should be ready to go home shortly," he told both of them but more to Hermione, "Bernard will take you home, Draco."
With a glance outside, she continued, "The Healer said, you need to return in two days to change the dressing," he nodded, staring at her face intently.
The look said, please don't leave me.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Bernard and Hermione stayed in constant touch, without Draco's knowledge.
He updated her on Draco's progress and improvements until his injury mended.
It took longer due to the nature of the curse; it wasn't meant to kill but paralyze the victim. It was lucky that the wizard who cast it wasn't particularly strong.
Only once he had fully recovered, did she cut ties with Bernard. It pained her to do so, but it was a necessary sacrifice.
The Ministry had offered her a way out and Hermione had accepted without a second thought.
"We caught the Death Eaters thanks to your information and help," Kingsley's voice boomed, "I owe you my life Malfoy," he added with gratitude.
"Glad to be of help, if there's anything else let me know," Draco replied, confidently.
A middle-aged woman walked into the room carrying a thick file and handed it over to Kingsley, "Oh Malfoy, meet Sandra, she's my new assistant," Kingsley signed the document and handed it back to Sandra.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy," Draco's head was spinning, but he smiled at the woman politely.
As soon as she left, Draco rounded on Kingsley, "What happened to Hermione?" He asked urgently.
"She's being sent to New York to help the Ministry there with Legal Legislation," Kingsley informed Draco casually.
"WHAT?" Draco yelled.
What the absolute fuck!?
Kingsley's eyes widened at Draco's outburst and then he nodded in understanding.
The Minister had momentarily forgotten about the relationship between Hermione and Malfoy but weren't they finished? These young relationships baffled him.
Taking out the next profile, Kingsley turned to speak with Malfoy, but he was clearly in another world. The Minister of Magic rolled his eyes, "Malfoy, are you still with me?"
"Hmm...what?" Draco replied he wasn't paying attention in the least.
Fuck! He had to see and speak to Granger.
She couldn't leave! When the hell had this happened? His head was in turmoil.
Draco turned to see Kingsley studying him carefully, "Just go speak to Granger, you're of no use to me like this," Kingsley instructed impatiently, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Sorry Minister, I'll be back shortly," Draco apologized and excused himself, heading straight to Hermione's office.
Ignoring Brenda completely, he burst into her office unannounced.
Hermione's eyes shot up, as Draco walked over to her desk. He held onto his side; the cut still hurt at times.
"Draco what are you doing here?" she asked curiously, shaken by his abrupt appearance inside her office.
"When were you going to tell me Hermione?" he demanded, a slight edge to his voice.
Realization struck home, Draco had found out about her transfer, "It was confirmed two days ago," Hermione explained calmly.
Draco banged his fist on her table, "NO! you can't leave, I won't let you," his stormy grey orbs were swirling with unrest.
Hermione leaned back in her chair, what the fuck was he saying! "Excuse me? You have no say over my life choices anymore and what the hell do you care?" she demanded her temper flaring.
"Why do I care? Because you're mine!" Draco yelled at her and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, "Are you listening to yourself? I am not yours or anyone's for that matter."
She tried to calm herself as she continued, "You made damn sure we were over Draco, so please spare me this very questionable sentiment," she spat out the last word.
"Are you running away from us?" he questioned, painfully.
The answer was plain to see. "Didn't peg you for a coward Granger," Biting back a nasty comeback, Hermione hung her head, because he was right.
She wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.
Her resolve crumbled as she took in the man before her, he seemed unhinged, "I'm leaving in two weeks and I'll be back in a year unless I decide to take up a permanent position there," she mumbled hoping he heard her.
Permanent position? What?
Draco swallowed, digesting the news. His palms felt sweaty.
Going around her desk, "Maybe this is for the best Draco," she offered softly.
He looked at her, like she was fucking crazy, "Like hell it is!" he sneered.
"Please Hermione, don't leave me," He did not care if he sounded utterly pathetic and desperate, but he needed her to know.
Hermione stared into his face; she did not appreciate this guilt trip. "Why are you even here? Please just leave me the hell alone."
Thoroughly fed up with his bloody mind games, she wasn't some fucking toy for him to play with.
"Hermione...," Draco stepped closer, placing his hand on her waist trying to get closer.
She tried to step back but her back hit the wall and she was trapped, "Let me go Draco, I'm done with all this and you."
And that moment Harry poked his head into her office, "Oh hey Malfoy, didn't see you there" Harry said, politely to Draco.
He took in the situation, Draco's hand on Hermione's waist and they were leaning against each other breathing heavy, "oh...err... shall I come back later?" he asked uncomfortably.
Hermione broke free from Draco's grasp and grabbed her purse, "No, let's go, Harry, I'm done with Draco," without a second glace, she left Draco standing in her office while taking Harry's hand and hurriedly walking out.
Harry threw Malfoy a confused last departing look.
"What the heck was that about?" Harry asked Hermione. "I'll explain later," Hermione quickly told him as they left the Ministry.
They sat at a Muggle café and Hermione was quick to order another chocolate milkshake.
"Hermione, do you think this is the best decision?" Harry asked, reaching for his sandwich.
Hermione slumped her shoulders in defeat, "I need to get away from him Harry, I need to put some distance between us. This situation isn't helping either of us."
"Distance I can understand, but New York?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"It's also a wonderful opportunity for me Harry, you know I've always been fascinated with magic Legislation in America," Hermione tried to convince her best friend.
"Judging by what I witnessed, Malfoy isn't taking the news well?" Harry asked, "No he isn't, but it's my decision Harry," She replied with confidence.
Harry gave Hermione a half-hearted smile.
In all his life, he was yet to meet two more stubborn people as Hermione and Malfoy.
It was painful to watch two people who loved each other as they did, play these fucking idiotic games.
Hermione kept herself busying with Sandra; she barely had a week left and they had the Tenth Anniversary Ball of the Great Battle in three days. It was going to be an exhausting week.
She needed to make sure all her files and cases were handed over to Sandra with a proper briefing.
Hermione was diligent and wanted no loose ends as she completed her transfer.
Brenda poked her head in, "You have a visitor Hermione," she looked at her assistant wearily and then at Sandra, "What now?"
Blaise sat across Hermione, "No offence Blaise, but if you're here to talk about Draco then I would rather not."
Blaise smiled, "Obviously I'm here to talk about him Granger, he's..err…not doing so great after he learnt you were leaving."
Hermione straightened up in concern, "What do you mean?"
Blaise shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "He's drinking a lot more than usual," Hermione closed her eyes as she digested the news.
Ginny's words echoed in her mind.
"What do you want me to do? He won't listen," she said through clenched teeth, and then continued, "I need to leave Blaise, at least for a bit I need to be away from Draco."
Blaise reached over and squeezed her hand, he completely understood, "I know Granger, he's a right fucking moron at times, but he will always listen to you, Granger! Just for his sake, please give it a try.
He pleaded for the sake of his best friend.
"Theo and I are going by the Club tonight, come with us and I'll tell him I invited you because Luna will also be there," Blaise confided his plan to Hermione.
This was going to backfire in their faces, but reluctantly she agreed.
Leaning forward, Blaise spoke seriously, "Draco Is a proud man Granger and Weasley snogged you in HIS Club, in front of HIS staff and friends. Draco likes being in control and with you, that control goes all to hell. It scares him!"
Hermione caught on to what Blaise was trying to explain to her.
Damn their Slytherin ego!
Blaise was still talking, his voice filled with concern, "He needs you more than he will care to admit, ever since our last year Hogwarts he's been hung up on you."
Hermione widened her eyes in surprise, "You knew?"
Blaise laughed softly, "You guys hid it well, just not good enough for me. I was really happy because he was becoming this good man, but with his old man around there was no way you guys could've been together. It's different now, don't let him go, Granger," Blaise pleaded, before getting up to leave.
Hermione rose with him and placed an affectionate peck on his cheek. Blaise was a good friend.
Luna, Theo, Blaise, and Hermione walked into the club.
It was dark except the usual rays of light and packed with people dancing and having a good time in general.
Hermione spotted him at once, he was in his office standing at the glass window observing the activities below.
Draco looked like a magnificent perched Eagle, looking down on its prey.
Theo smiled at Hermione sympathetically, she was half expecting a witty remark but the lanky Slytherin touched her arm, "Good luck Granger."
Hermione let out a deep sigh, not knowing what the hell to expect and Luna gave her a reassuring smile.
Blaise led her through the crowd and VIP sections, and they stood side by side in silence, while the elevator took them up.
Blaise opened the door to a very startled Draco, "Why the fuck is she here?" he accused Blaise angrily.
Obviously, he was still hung up on their last encounter and that she was leaving.
"Calm down mate, she's here to talk to you," Blaise replied ever so calmly. Draco rolled his eyes, "Fuck that, I've got nothing to say to her."
Hermione stepped forward defiantly, her eyes narrowed, "Blaise, please give us a minute alone if you don't mind."
"As you wish Granger," Blaise nodded and left, ignoring the look of outrage Draco gave him.
"What the fuck do you want Granger?" he asked harshly.
"Your friends are worried about you Draco," Hermione replied softly trying to stare into his eyes. She was losing her composure fast.
Draco sneered, "I'm fine, they can calm the fuck down," he was about to take another sip from his tumbler when Hermione reached out and took the glass from his hand.
"ENOUGH!" Hermione slammed the glass down on the table.
The glass shattered spilling the contents everywhere, he watched as the liquid turned red, BLOOD!
Draco looked up in alarm, Hermione had cut herself. He was at her side in an instant with his wand out.
"What the hell have you done?'' he asked softly, trying to take her trembling hand.
Hermione took her hand away from his grasp roughly, the blood continued to drip steadily, and Draco watched, transfixed as each drop fell onto his grey carpet.
"Please Hermione, let me see," Draco pleaded with her, the pain apparent in his voice.
Hermione choked back a sob and curled her hand into a fist.
Facing him with fiery eyes burning into his, the tears fell down her cheeks, "I won't watch you destroy yourself.''
With those parting words, Hermione turned on her heel and left the small office. He had destroyed them both.
Blaise noticed the cut on her hand and immediately took out his wand, Hermione shook her head, "It's just a scratch don't worry about it."
She welcomed the pain; it was nothing compared to her current state.
"Take good care of him PLEASE, I'll see you around," Hermione told Blaise softly between sobs and he hugged her then, a genuine hug between friends, "I'll see you when you get back Granger," Hermione smiled, weakly at him.
She left the club and apparated into her apartment, where she completely broke down in the middle of her living room.
Sobs and desperate cries wracked through her body. Hermione didn't hold back, she screamed aloud out of frustration, choking back the wave of tears that kept coming.
Blaise went into the office he shared with his oldest and closest friend.
His whole body was shaking, his face distraught, "her hand," Draco whispered in anguish.
Blaise placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder, "She loves you, Drake, it took a lot for her to come here tonight."
Draco buried his head in his hands.
He wanted to hold her close to him and never let go.
What the fuck had he done?
Ginny and Hermione were out dress shopping. She had taken the day off, much to the dismay of Kingsley and Sandra.
It was an incredibly special occasion and they needed to have the perfect dress. Ginny had insisted since Harry was Guest of Honor that as his fiancé, she had to look spectacular.
The had gone into so many wizarding dresses stores that they had lost count and not a single place had anything they remotely liked so they had ventured into Muggle London.
They took a break before continuing the search for the perfect dresses and shoes.
"Are you all packed then?" Ginny asked sadly, biting into her tuna melt sandwich.
Hermione reached over and squeezed Ginny's hand, "Come on Gin, it's gutting me already to leave you, it's for a year and I'll be back before you know it," she explained, choking back a sob.
"Harry said Draco came to see you," Ginny asked curiously.
Hermione shifted in her seat nervously, "Ya, Kingsley had told him I was leaving and Draco cornered me in my office and told me he wouldn't let me go."
A tear slid down her face, as she remembered his intensity and concern.
"WOW!" Squealed Ginny with interest, "He still loves you Mi."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "He has a funny way of showing it, can we please not talk about Draco? He made his choice and I made mine."
Smiling brightly the redhead got to her feet, "Of course, come on let's go find these dresses, I'm this close to chucking it in." Hermione laughed as they both got up and headed towards the shops.
Ginny was as always first to find her dress, it was a pale blue off-shoulder dress made of silk that cascaded down to her ankles and with her hair loose she looked lovely, "Nice right?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"Oh definitely, it's very you Ginny," Hermione replied.
Hermione settled on a flowing white dress with a daring back.
It fit snugly around her neck like a halter, while hugging her figure as it flowed down her waist reaching her ankles.
The dress had a daring slit and required no bra. When she walked out, Ginny squealed in delight, "Wow, that's sexy Mi."
"Hmm..." Hermione turned around, "Do you think it's too much though?" Ginny got up, "Are you nuts? It's perfect!"
"Malfoy is going to lose his shit," Ginny exclaimed, mischievously.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm not trying to impress him."
Ginny laughed sarcastically, "Ya, and I'm half Veela."
Hermione watched from afar as Draco gave instructions to his team on the details of the Ball.
He had graciously lent his staff for the proceedings. He was so handsome, and those jeans hugged him tight.
She was staring and daydreaming in the middle of the enormous hall.
Being surrounded by hundreds of workers attending to the details and decorations, that she didn't realize he was standing right in front of her.
"Good morning," Draco greeted her amused.
She snapped back to attention, "Morning!"
"You were staring at me Granger, so I came over to give you a better look," he teased.
They had been cordial to each other after the episode at the Club.
The cut had proven to be deeper than Hermione thought, and she now had a healing gash along her palm.
They both knew they were unfinished business and it threatened to spill over and consume them whenever they were close.
Not to mention, the sexual tension building up between them.
Hermione felt her cheeks redden, "I wasn't staring at you."
Embarrassed, she quickly looked for an escape and pointed at Cormac.
"Mclaggen is just as good looking," She cocked her head to the side, "He's better looking than you from certain angles, and he is a rather good kisser," Hermione whispered seductively and watched in amusement, as Draco narrowed his eyes at her in distaste.
Such possessiveness and ego!
Hermione homed in for the kill, "He's coming with me to New York, did you know?"
With those parting words, she walked away leaving a completely stunned ex-boyfriend to stare after her.
Draco looked over at Cormac. What the fuck? Since when did that moron do anything important.
"Oi, Mclaggen," Draco called out loudly.
The tall man turned to the sound of his name, "What do you want Malfoy?" Cormac asked, not bothering to hide his displeasure.
"Are you going to New York with Granger?" Draco asked impatiently, cutting right to the chase.
Cormac smirked, he knew Draco had a history with Hermione but so did he, not as serious but he had still kissed her.
"Ya, I'm looking forward to it," Cormac winked and continued, "I'd love to pick up where I left off with her, she's even more beautiful now."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing, what the fuck was this asshole going on about?
Without thinking twice, he wiped out his wand and pointed it directly at Cormac's face.
"Make no mistake Mclaggen, if you touch her I'll kill you myself," Draco's arm muscles twitched, his Dark mark moved menacingly, becoming visible and Cormac glanced at it, his eyes terrified.
"What do you care Malfoy? You guys are over!" Cormac asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
Draco dropped his wand hand reluctantly and walked away from a shaken-up Cormac.
Why the fuck was everyone reminding him that Granger and he were over?
Yhey were far from over.
Reluctantly, Draco accepted that he was obsessing over his ex-girlfriend.
This was insanity and he needed to get his head on straight and make a fucking decision!
Ginny was getting ready at Hermione's and Harry would pick them up from her apartment. Books and boxes littered the hall, Hermione was nowhere near done with packing and she only had a few days more.
Hermione fastened on the earrings and bracelet Draco had given her.
The diamonds added that extra touch to her exquisite dress. She had ironed out her hair and it fell straight down her back, like silk against her skin.
The dress was beautiful, it hung on her like a thin sheath of second skin. It was sexy and daring.
She did a confident twirl. Damn, she looked good and felt amazing.
Ginny whistled as Hermione entered the living room, "If I was ever batting for the other side Mi, I'd be all over you," she told Hermione laughingly.
They were both laughing hard when a loud thud interrupted them, and Ginny went towards the door to open it for Harry. He looked so dashing in a classic black and white tuxedo.
Harry smiled brightly as he saw Ginny and exclaimed, "Wow Gin, you look amazing." There was a small cough and Ron came out from behind Harry.
He smiled his boyish smile at Hermione weakly, rubbing the back of his head, "Hermione you look..." he just couldn't find the words, that's how beautiful she looked.
"I hope the ends of these sentences are good," Hermione teased Ron.
"I was wondering whether you'd let me escort you tonight?" And quickly he added, "As friends of course."
Hermione smiled, this was her friend! "Of course Ron," he let out a huge sigh of relief and offered his hand, she took it and they apparated to the hotel.