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A/n: I am really sorry this took so long. I wasn't able to think properly for the whole week. So... here goes...

By: Aningme


Anger Management

Chapter 8

(Hermione's POV)

Honestly, I am feeling lucky.

The Anger Management is almost over, and we're here in Hogsmeade doing nothing but anything.

This might be our only time to be free, without the cuff, without Hagrid telling us what else to do, and Freggie chasing Draco around. This was the moment the both of us were waiting for.

As we strolled for almost an hour around Hogsmeade, doing window shopping (which he hated), we both stopped in front of the pub where we held our Christmas Party. We couldn't help it but stand right there and stare at it.

"It feels like it's been a long time." He muttered as we watched people come and go in the building.

I nodded. "But I still remember that night, like it was just yesterday." I answered and turned to him. He looked really different from the night I've fought with him. He was all messed up that time. And now he looks peaceful.

"Let's go in." He said, more like a statement than a question. I smiled and pulled him to the door.

Nothing much has changed. The butter beer aroma was still there. And the loud music that never seemed to end kept on playing. There are lots of people partying there. But they were no longer students from their school. Everyone is at their houses with their family.

Looking around, I saw him smirk as he glanced on where we both seated that Christmas party. He pulled me this time and forced me to sit on the same seat I sat on before.

"Butter Beer, please." I muttered.

"Make that two." He interjected and looked at me. "Well, what do you want to do now?"

I was planning on dropping by the bakery shop to buy something for Harry, Ron and Ginny's arrival after the day. But I couldn't tell him. It seemed really odd to talk about them with him.

"Anything." I answered instead. I somehow knew this might be the last day we will be together.

"Well, we have to do all the things we would want to do... Tomorrow, everyone will be back." He muttered and looked away. He somehow knew it too.

It sucks feeling this way. I have to make our minds drift off from this thought. I don't like saying goodbyes. I don't like leaving him behind just like that. And I don't want him leaving me just the same way as I should.

"Would you like to dance?" I muttered. He looked at me again and just stared at me. Perhaps I said something wrong. "I know you hate dancing. You told me that before. But, can we just dance? For once?"

I was partly relieved when he smiled and stood up.

Even though the music playing was a fast one, he led me to a slow dance. He was pretty good at it too. I wonder why he hated dancing.

We barely talked as we swayed with the music. He was just holding me close, and I just laid my head on his shoulder. Our hands were linked together, and our bodies seemed to perfectly fit each other.

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, his sweet fragrance. I thought he looked really happy. And I thought that maybe he doesn't need me anymore. His sorrows were gone.

He was the one who spoke first. "What will you become when you get out of Hogwarts?" He suddenly asked. I knew he was trying to act casually. He was pretending to be cheery.

"Hm..." I paused, as if thinking. "I don't like to be in the Minister of Magic. I think I would study medicine."

"Medicine?" He questioned, he cocked a brow. "But that's a muggle thing. You could always use some potions and a few spells to deal with illness."

"That's the point. I could help people that normal doctors couldn't." I countered. He still had a thing for muggles.

"Well, that would be a stupid thing to do." He said with his usual sarcastic tone. I just smiled.

"What about you? What do you want to be?"

He paused to think and sighed. "I want to be a great businessman, building companies and industries." He smiled at the thought. But then his smile fainted. "But I am already signed up for the Ministry. So I don't need to worry about my future."

"But do you like to be in the Ministry?"

"Yeah."

"The truth."

He sighed tiredly. "No."

"Then don't go there. Be a businessman. No body is controlling you." I muttered. Maybe he had been manipulated by his father for too long.

He just stared at me and smirked. "Maybe."

I would take that as a yes.

That night, before we went to bed, we talked about senseless things, about the next potion assignment that we would take when everyone's back, about the filaflum and how other students might react to it, about Professor Dumbledore and the welcoming ceremony. We talked and talked until we both fell asleep. We talked about everything except the possibility that we might not see each other anymore.


A/n: Please review! And again, sorry if this took too long to continue... Forgive me.

Aningme