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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 Twenty-First of December - Draco

Draco entered the Three Broomsticks and started looking around to see if Hermione had already arrived. But it seemed she didn't, so he went to the bar and ordered two butterbeers from Madam Rosmerta. And as always, he gave ten sickles more than the normal cost, because he still felt extremely bad for what he did to her in sixth year.

He took the two butterbeers and sat down at a table at the back, where not many people could see him unless they were looking for him, but where he could see everything going on.

Shortly after he sat down, the doorbell tingled and Hermione walked in. She looked around and spotted him, walking towards him with a big smile on her face and a package in her hand.

Hermione sat down next to him, kissed him on the lips once, and said, "Happy birthday, Draco. You're officially 20 years old today."

"Thanks, Mi", he said, smiling at her and peeking at the package she hid behind her back. Hermione caught it and smirked. "Nu-uh. First, we are going to talk to each other until we finished those butterbeers. Then you can open it if you want. And now cheating and drinking it all in one gulp, Draco!"

Draco pouted while Hermione laughed at him.

The two talked about everything. About their classes, hobbies, their life before Hogwarts, and everything that happened after they got together. They literally talked about everything except the war.

"I couldn't hurt you. I'd feel too bad about it if I did", Hermione suddenly said. They'd been talking about their conversations from before the war, when Hermione said that.

Draco smiled slightly. "And yet you punched me in the face in third year." He grimaced. "And I guess I deserved that one. It doesn't hurt anymore, but I can still feel it a bit."

Hermione smiled slightly and looked down at her butterbeer. "I was extremely stressed out in third year. I took all available classes, did you know that? I used a time turner to get to all my classes, but never to get more sleep. I was young and stupid, but I was so stressed out with classes, with Sirius apparently wanting to kill Harry and then Ron accusing Crookshanks of killing his rat…I just snapped when you made fun of Buckbeak's sentence. And after I punched you, it felt good at first, but then I realised what I'd done. I swear, I've never felt so bad in my whole life."

Draco laughed as Hermione turned red, then looked between Hermione's and his butterbeers with a smirk. "'Mione?"

Hermione looked up. "Hm?"

Draco raised an eyebrow and glanced at his butterbeer, then hers, and then behind her back. Hermione followed his glances and groaned while Draco laughed.

But then she started laughing as well as she pulled out the package from behind her. "Happy birthday again, Draco. And I admit, I had no idea what to get you, so Astoria helped me pick it out. I hope you like it."

Draco looked at her and smiled before he pounced on the package like a five-year-old child.

"Becoming A Healer: Everything you need to know about healing from A to Z. Hermione, where did you get this? I have been looking for this book for ages."

Hermione smirked. "I looked in the book store, but they didn't have any healer books, so I went to Dervish and Banges and you won't believe how much healer stuff they had. This was one of them and when I saw it, I knew I just had to buy it, after Astoria told me how you want to become a healer."

Draco looked at her and Hermione noticed that he had tears in his eyes. "Mi, after my father burned all my books on healing, I thought I could just as well give up on becoming a healer. But this- this is honestly the best present I've ever gotten. Thank you so much."

He then proceeded to hug Hermione and kiss her full on the mouth with all the love he held for her. When he pulled back, the two smiled at each other.

"But don't tell my mother I said that. She'll do anything to make sure her presents are the best you can get."

Word Count: 723

AN: Wow, I'm early again. I'm really proud of myself. But I now realised that if I'm late with writing my chapters, I get sloppy and the chapters aren't good, so I wrote this one earlier, so it's better than the ones I wrote like just before midnight.

Oh, and I noticed that this would actually be Draco's 19th birthday, but I messed up, so just pretend that he was born in 1979, but didn't go to Hogwarts earlier because he had Dragon Pox.

Love, Sarah💚

QOTD: Does anyone have any ideas for QOTDs?

My answer: Nope, I'm totally running out of them.