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Forgive and Forget
Summary: Draco and Hermione bump into each other, but soon those meetings aren't so coincidental anymore. But don't they have better things to do than talk to each other?
The Nineteenth of December - Draco
It was now almost Easter and Hermione and Draco have been together for two months. Everyone seemed happy about it, even the teachers.
They had watched how McGonagall had stuck her hand out to Professor Flitwick and said, "I won. I told you they'd be together before graduating."
As Flitwick had handed her the money, Draco and Hermione could only watch open-mouthed. "You bet on us?!", they had exclaimed in unison.
McGonagall had looked at them and smirked. "Dears, I saw it coming in your first year. Miss Granger, you may not have noticed it until your fifth year, and Mr. Malfoy not until third year, but you two were perfect for each other from the very start." She had stolen a glance at Flitwick. "But Professor Flitwick didn't want to accept that. He told me that there was no way that a Malfoy would marry a muggleborn."
The two could only gape between her and Flitwick.
And even now, months later, McGonagall was still sending very badly-concealed smirks at Flitwick.
And Draco couldn't have been happier in those months. He was able to hold hands with Hermione, kiss her, hug her, and do other things couples did in public.
And he also knew that Hermione was happy as well. He could see it in her eyes and every time she smiled, which was basically every time she saw him, which was basically 24/7, except at night.
And Harry and Daphne seemed to have gotten pretty close as well, as had Ginny and Blaise, and he and Hermione were pretty sure that what those pairs had with each other was more than just friendship, though they wouldn't admit it.
Word Count: 282