Chapter seven- Staged Grief
All was quiet after the latest revelation.
"There is no way that the ministry expects us to just go along with this," said Draco. "They just wouldn't."
"I agree," said Hermione. "This is insane."
"It might be insane but it is how it is," Moody retorted.
"It's not just how it is," Hermione said. "You're leaving out a crucial detail. We can still date muggles!"
"No, Hermione, we can't," Draco said.
"What do you mean I can't?" Hermione asked. "Of course I can. I have no problem dating muggles. I respect them."
"Actually that is your problem right there," Draco said. "You know wizerding law as well as I do. A wizard cannot tell a muggle about wizardry unless they get permission from the Ministry gives specific approval. Generally this approval is only given after marriage. You respect muggles so much that you couldn't lie to them."
"And you could," Hermione accused.
"No," Draco said. "Granger, I know you think badly of me and I can't blame you but... I don't know. I guess that's it. I just wouldn't."
"Sorry," said Hermione.
More silence filled the room. Then finally Draco spoke.
"Dammit! How can they do this to us? Just how? Who gave them the right to... to..."
"...to not predict the unpredictable?" Moody "You know we had seers on this for weeks and not one of them saw you two coming."
"So what now?" Hermione asked. "Are we just unlucky?"
"...shit..." muttered Draco.
"...yeah..." Hermione agreed. "It could be worse of coarse. There could be only one."
Draco snorted.
"At least we're alone together" Draco finally admitted, as he cracked a half smile.
With a half laugh Hermione managed to echo, "Yep, alone together."
A/N: Bare with me here people there are about four chapters left and they will be DENSE.
