Chapter Five
"Hey, Hermione?" A nine-year-old Draco asked.
"Yes?" Came Hermione's sweet reply.
"Do you believe in magic?" Draco couldn't help but laugh at Hermione's expression.
"What kind of magic?" Hermione wondered aloud. She knew Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy were fake; she caught her parents red-handed the year before.
"Any kind," Draco said, hugging his knees to his chest. "Do you think there's real magic out there?"
Hermione thought about it. She wasn't sure that magicians pulling rabbits out of hats qualified, but she couldn't help but think…
"I think love is a lot like magic," she murmured.
Draco cocked his head to the side, in a perfect impersonation of a confused puppy.
"What do you mean?"
Hermione sucked on her teeth while thinking over her answer.
"Well, I mean, look at your dad and mum. I don't think I've ever seen two people more in love and they're always so, so happy. And that love made you, ya know? That has to be magic. I mean, doesn't it?" Hermione looked back at Draco worriedly, she really hoped he didn't think she was stupid.
Draco watched her for a long time while he thought about it. He really loved how smart she was. Any time he had a question, Hermione always gave him the best answer.
"Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, love like that has to be magic."