A/N: This has no relation to the chapter before it.
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The Restricted Collection: #1: No dialogue
Hermione knew she had to stop seeing him.
But she kept coming back despite knowing how … wrong it all was.
She knew it wasn't wrong exactly, but she knew it wasn't acceptable either. How could one of the most prominent members of the "Light" side get involved with a Death Eater? She knew he wasn't one, yet. But she also knew that it was only a matter of time before they made him one. Dread filled her stomach and heart as she knew what was coming. Their meetings would have to stop.
She didn't know if she could manage that. They started seeing each other sometime around Third Year. She had gone to apologize for her physical attack and somehow they made up. They weren't at each other's throat anymore only if it was necessary for show. Her friends didn't like him one bit. She couldn't really blame them of course. He had been pretty cruel to them and they returned the sentiments. Harry and Ron would sometimes badmouth him loudly. She didn't join their conversations, preferring to stay out of them.
How could she badmouth him anyway? What about all the long talks they've had? She knew that wasn't right. He had been hesitant at first; it was only expected. She was a muggle-born Gryffindor and he was a pureblood Slytherin. They weren't supposed to get along. They were supposed to hate each other. She was inferior and he was superior. At least in the pureblood view. Whatever the reason, they weren't supposed to interact. But that was all based on supposed.
She liked him. He liked her. They weren't in love but they were as close as can be. She knew if they lost the War, she would be killed. She knew if the won the War, he would be condemned. Either way their blossoming relationship would stop. Perhaps it was inevitable.
Were they destined to have the same fate as star crossed lovers? She shivered. No, she didn't quite like Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. She would have to think of an alternative way to end up with him. After all, she was the brightest witch of her year. Who's to say she couldn't find a solution?
Hermione Granger, muggle-born, and Draco Malfoy, pureblood, were going to be together. She had no doubt about it.
It was just something she knew.