Chapter 19
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"People can tell but never teach, unless they practice what they preach."
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Four O'clock found Draco and Hermione sitting at the table in the farthest corner of the library in an awkward and uncomfortable silence. Draco cleared his throat and readjusted himself in his chair.
"Okay," he broke the silence, "um, what exactly did you see?"
"I saw you and Pansy up against a wall in the middle of a rather heated snog." Hermione snapped back at him.
"Right, I thought as much." He took a deep breath, "What really happened is Pansy, well, pinned me to wall and jumped me."
"Really? Not what I saw." Hermione stood up and started to gather her belongings.
"Wait-"
"No. That is a pathetic excuse. You could have pushed off that trollop without even using your muscles."
"Fine, will you meet me in our rooms on Saturday night?" Draco was getting almost desperate enough to beg.
"Alright. I'll be there at eight." Hermione turned and left without a backwards glance at her husband.
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"How did it go?" Harry asked as soon as she reached the Gryffindor common room.
"He made a lame excuse, but I have a date with him on Saturday night." Hermione answered. She walked up the to the girl's dormitory and set her things down.
"All is not well in paradise, huh?" Ginny called from her own bed.
"I spoke to Draco. We have a date on Saturday night." Hermione answered without enthusiasm.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, it's just every time we get in fight, I get this little voice in my head telling me my life could have been better if I were allowed to choose who I was going to marry. I suppose I feel guilty because when we have a row, I get the feeling that it's not supposed to be that way."
"Oh," Ginny walked over and hugged her friend. "Hermione, you and I were never all that close until this summer so, I don't know what to say. My words of wisdom are get over it because you have this situation for a lifetime."
"Don't they have divorce in the wizarding world?"
"No," Ginny shook her head, "is that a muggle custom?" Hermione nodded. "What is it?"
"It's what happens when two people don't want to be married anymore. They just sort of, break up."
"Never heard of it. Although, I am glad we don't have it because I think marriage should be forever. It's a big step, right?"
"Yeah, it's a very big step." Hermione pulled her books out and started to do her homework. She started her transfiguration essay but found she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept wandering to the conversation with Ginny. This was forever; no way out. An hour later, Hermione snapped her books shut with a determined look on her face. She was going to make this situation work if it killed her but she had to talk to someone first.
So, with her new found confidence and dogged attitude, she set off for the dungeons.
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Draco sat in his rooms quietly working. He still had a slight headache but there were no longer sirens sounding throughout his rooms. He supposed he deserved it for not pushing pansy away immediately but he did push her away.
He sighed finishing a particularly difficult Potions' essay and put his school things away. He lit a fire and made a cup of tea before settling on the couch. He absentmindedly swirled his spoon around in his cup. He couldn't think about anything but Hermione. He would love to just have her to curl up on the couch like that. With a cup of tea, a warm fire, and the loving caresses only she could give him. He missed her more than he was willing to admit and loved her more than any word could describe; even if he hadn't acknowledged that in his own mind yet.
There was no way he could ever deny that he was head over heels and he never wanted it to end. He sighed again and sipped at his tea. It was going to be a very long night no matter how hard he tried to sleep or not think about her.
"Oh Merlin, look at me, the great Draco Malfoy obsessing over a girl." He smiled at the thought. He never could have imagined that scenario a year ago; the girls chased after him. "Who would believe it?"
He finished his tea and banished the cup away content to just stare into the flickering flames. He thought about all they had ever done together and realized it wasn't much. Sure they had gone on one date but, they hadn't had a very romantic relationship outside of sex.
Draco had to do something to change that. He stood up allowing his head to straighten itself out before rushing out the door. He ran to the owlery, scribbled a quick note, and sent it then ran to the Great Hall for dinner. He sat with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle while Hermione sat at one end with a book and Pansy sat at the other with Millicent. He wolfed down his food then took the long route around waling past the Gryffindor table and casually dropping a note in Harry's lap. He exited the hall and all but ran to his rooms.
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In a small three bedroom house on a cozy London street, Elizabeth Granger sat reading a book and drinking tea. She was startled when a small brown owl pecked on the window but instantaneously stood up to retrieve the small, crumpled parchment from it's claws. The owl nipped her finger and waited for an answer. She sighed then opened the note reading quickly then crinkling her brow in confusion.
Elizabeth,
I cannot really go into details, but if I say, messed up really badly, what would be the best way to get Hermione's forgiveness? I didn't do anything to harm her, I promise, but we've had a row and I need to make up for it. I'll deny that I ever wrote this but I need to do something romantic for her. I don't mean flowers and candles; I mean something she considers the most romantic thing someone could do. If you could be prompt with a reply it would truly be appreciated.
Draco Malfoy
Elizabeth wrote back and sent the small owl on it's way chuckling lightly to herself.
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"People can tell but never teach, unless they practice what they preach."
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Four O'clock found Draco and Hermione sitting at the table in the farthest corner of the library in an awkward and uncomfortable silence. Draco cleared his throat and readjusted himself in his chair.
"Okay," he broke the silence, "um, what exactly did you see?"
"I saw you and Pansy up against a wall in the middle of a rather heated snog." Hermione snapped back at him.
"Right, I thought as much." He took a deep breath, "What really happened is Pansy, well, pinned me to wall and jumped me."
"Really? Not what I saw." Hermione stood up and started to gather her belongings.
"Wait-"
"No. That is a pathetic excuse. You could have pushed off that trollop without even using your muscles."
"Fine, will you meet me in our rooms on Saturday night?" Draco was getting almost desperate enough to beg.
"Alright. I'll be there at eight." Hermione turned and left without a backwards glance at her husband.
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"How did it go?" Harry asked as soon as she reached the Gryffindor common room.
"He made a lame excuse, but I have a date with him on Saturday night." Hermione answered. She walked up the to the girl's dormitory and set her things down.
"All is not well in paradise, huh?" Ginny called from her own bed.
"I spoke to Draco. We have a date on Saturday night." Hermione answered without enthusiasm.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, it's just every time we get in fight, I get this little voice in my head telling me my life could have been better if I were allowed to choose who I was going to marry. I suppose I feel guilty because when we have a row, I get the feeling that it's not supposed to be that way."
"Oh," Ginny walked over and hugged her friend. "Hermione, you and I were never all that close until this summer so, I don't know what to say. My words of wisdom are get over it because you have this situation for a lifetime."
"Don't they have divorce in the wizarding world?"
"No," Ginny shook her head, "is that a muggle custom?" Hermione nodded. "What is it?"
"It's what happens when two people don't want to be married anymore. They just sort of, break up."
"Never heard of it. Although, I am glad we don't have it because I think marriage should be forever. It's a big step, right?"
"Yeah, it's a very big step." Hermione pulled her books out and started to do her homework. She started her transfiguration essay but found she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept wandering to the conversation with Ginny. This was forever; no way out. An hour later, Hermione snapped her books shut with a determined look on her face. She was going to make this situation work if it killed her but she had to talk to someone first.
So, with her new found confidence and dogged attitude, she set off for the dungeons.
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Draco sat in his rooms quietly working. He still had a slight headache but there were no longer sirens sounding throughout his rooms. He supposed he deserved it for not pushing pansy away immediately but he did push her away.
He sighed finishing a particularly difficult Potions' essay and put his school things away. He lit a fire and made a cup of tea before settling on the couch. He absentmindedly swirled his spoon around in his cup. He couldn't think about anything but Hermione. He would love to just have her to curl up on the couch like that. With a cup of tea, a warm fire, and the loving caresses only she could give him. He missed her more than he was willing to admit and loved her more than any word could describe; even if he hadn't acknowledged that in his own mind yet.
There was no way he could ever deny that he was head over heels and he never wanted it to end. He sighed again and sipped at his tea. It was going to be a very long night no matter how hard he tried to sleep or not think about her.
"Oh Merlin, look at me, the great Draco Malfoy obsessing over a girl." He smiled at the thought. He never could have imagined that scenario a year ago; the girls chased after him. "Who would believe it?"
He finished his tea and banished the cup away content to just stare into the flickering flames. He thought about all they had ever done together and realized it wasn't much. Sure they had gone on one date but, they hadn't had a very romantic relationship outside of sex.
Draco had to do something to change that. He stood up allowing his head to straighten itself out before rushing out the door. He ran to the owlery, scribbled a quick note, and sent it then ran to the Great Hall for dinner. He sat with Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle while Hermione sat at one end with a book and Pansy sat at the other with Millicent. He wolfed down his food then took the long route around waling past the Gryffindor table and casually dropping a note in Harry's lap. He exited the hall and all but ran to his rooms.
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In a small three bedroom house on a cozy London street, Elizabeth Granger sat reading a book and drinking tea. She was startled when a small brown owl pecked on the window but instantaneously stood up to retrieve the small, crumpled parchment from it's claws. The owl nipped her finger and waited for an answer. She sighed then opened the note reading quickly then crinkling her brow in confusion.
Elizabeth,
I cannot really go into details, but if I say, messed up really badly, what would be the best way to get Hermione's forgiveness? I didn't do anything to harm her, I promise, but we've had a row and I need to make up for it. I'll deny that I ever wrote this but I need to do something romantic for her. I don't mean flowers and candles; I mean something she considers the most romantic thing someone could do. If you could be prompt with a reply it would truly be appreciated.
Draco Malfoy
Elizabeth wrote back and sent the small owl on it's way chuckling lightly to herself.