Her hips swayed alluringly as she made her way towards the quidditch field. Her curls twitched with each step and her full lips curved in delight as the crowd of fans stared at her, bemused. Their gazes dropped to the name emblazoned across the front and back of the jersey she wore. They parted for her, some sneering in disgust, while others faces were as green as the Slytherin colours with envy.
" Hermione!" Ron hissed, coming towards her, his pasty, freckled face mottled with anger. "I think you put the wrong jersey on by mistake!"
She smiled at him serenely and ignored him as she stalked past where he stood with Harry. They weren't important today, no one was, except him.
" Hermione!" Harry called after her retreating figure. "What are you doing?"
It felt strangely good to ignore Harry, too. After years of being the brains of their little group, she had finally freed herself from their demands. It was cathartic.
It was a beautiful, wonderful day. It was a day for secrets to be revealed. Her heart was close to bursting with the secret she'd kept for the past year.
Hermione had longed to reveal it. But the time had never been right - until now, on this their very last day at Hogwarts.
The players were coming off the field, Slytherin victorious. She walked confidently towards them, her pace never faltering even once.
She smiled at the shocked faces of the Slytherin team as they noticed her attire.
What she was wearing was hardly fit for Gryffindors princess. Her lips twisted into a smirk.
She searched the faces until she saw him.
He caught her up in his strong arms and lifted her completely off her feet. With a squeal of delight, Hermione threw her arms around his broad shoulders. He'd really filled out this year and was taller than she'd ever imagined he'd be. He was lithe with muscle and far more handsome than his father had ever been.
She loved the thrill of showing everyone that he was hers.
Finally.
"Granger, you're wearing my jersey! Never took you for a fan." He teased, kissing her.
There were horrified gasps all around them.
The familiar fire stirred inside her at the caress of his lips. Merlin, she wanted him! Shamelessly, she kissed him back deeply. They broke the kiss and pulled back to gaze at each other.
"Don't tease, Draco, you know I've always been a fan." She murmured with a smile.
Draco fingered the fabric of his quiddish jersey where it hung between her pert breasts. He fucking loved to see his name on her. In fact he was sure it was the only thing he wanted her to wear from now on.
He admired the Malfoy above his team number 07.
"Green is definitely your colour." He said, smirking.
Hermione grinned up at him, her fingers tangling in the pale blonde hair at the nape of his neck and he shivered in delight at her touch.
"Oh, I know." She laughed. "And I plan on wearing it all the time."
"Draco! Can we have a picture of you for the cover of The Daily Prophet?" Rita Skeeter asked eagerly, her eyes glistening with excitement at the delicious gossip right in front of her.
Who would have thought, the Malfoy heir openly cavorting with a common little muggle-born!
Draco smirked and nodded his consent, pulling Hermione firmly into his side while his teammates surged around them.
Draco leaned in and captured her lips again, just as the camera flashed and a giant puff of purple smoke grated up into the air.
"What will your father say?" Rita murmured barely under her breath.
The crowd parted like the dead Sea and Lucias Malfoy strode through looking for all the world like a king.
He rounded on Rita Skeeter.
"I'd say that I already know about my son's engagement to Miss Granger. Since the war is over, I see no need to hold on to the ridiculous blood prejudices taught to us all in our infancy. As usual the Malfoy family will lead the way into the future - which is brighter than ever now that I get to call the brightest witch of the age my daughter!"
Rita Skeeter stared at Lucias as if he'd lost his mind. Of course, much had changed since the war, but she'd never thought she'd live to see the day when one of the oldest and purest of pure blood families welcomed a muggleborn into their family!
Engaged!
Suddenly the news registered on everyone's shocked minds and a roar went up which shook the stands.
Draco laughed as Hermione clung to him, her cheeks bright pink.
Now everyone knew, even her old friends.
And Hermione had never been happier.