Chapter Seven
"Hey, Hermione?" Draco grimaced as his voice cracked. Puberty wasn't a kind thing.
"Yeah, Draco?" Hermione murmured distractedly, flipping pages in a magazine.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" He'd been thinking about this topic a lot since his thirteenth birthday.
"Really, Draco?" Hermione snorted. They had all the time in the world to decide, she thought. She was only fourteen for goodness sake.
"Really," he nodded.
"Um…okay," she sighed, putting her magazine down. "Well, I'd really want to do something good, ya know? Something that could change the world."
Draco listened intently but almost added that she changed the world just by being in it. He didn't though. He was afraid she'd laugh at him.
"Maybe a teacher? Or a nurse? I don't know. I just know I want to do something…amazing."
Draco couldn't help but smile at her answer.
Hermione was always amazing. He told her so.
"Yeah, well you have to say that. You're my best friend," she blushed. Draco's compliments always made her blush and the oddest feeling would settle in her stomach. She imagined it to be like someone shaking up a can of soda and sitting it down. Her stomach felt all shaken up.
"No. I tell you the truth because I'm your best friend. You could do anything and be amazing, Hermione. It's just a part of who you are," he told her honestly.
"You're pretty amazing too, ya know?" Hermione finally said after the weird feeling settled.
"You think so?" He murmured.
"No. I know so."