AN: This is written for The Golden Snitch, For two challenges. The first is Halloween Costume Contest- Dress Up. The Prompt is: Firefighter-Write about a character being able to manipulate one on the elements. The second event is The Great School Bake-Off Competition. The prompts are: Object, Hairbrush, Food-Sandwiches, Dialogue, "You're only saying that because you're scared of me." Object-Key. Again, the same with Tiramisu/Princess, this will be in both drabble stories. It is meant to be repeated! My school and house are: Hogwarts, Slytherin.
Hermione Granger sat by the black lake making miniature waves across the shore. She was supposed to be studying, but couldn't focus on the words. What was the point when you have already fought a war, and was one of the main components of winning said war, and you still required the full, proper education before they could hire you. Yet, Harry and Ron were accepted into the Auror program without even taking the training program. So, she came out to sit and make her special waves.
"How are you doing that?" Interrupted an all too familiar voice.
Looking up sharply, her wave fumbled and crashed in mid-air. It was none other than Draco Malfoy who was disturbing her peace. "What do you what? I'm busy," mumbled Hermione.
"Yeah, busy brooding. Tell me, Granger, where did you learn that elemental magic from? That's an impressive piece of magic right there," replied Draco.
"I didn't suck someone's magic out for it, if that's what you're asking? Or, is it impossible for miserable little mudbloods to learn advanced magic?"
"Don't call yourself that," whispered Draco, "That word is foul, and doesn't suit you at all. And, I'm sorry, I know I haven't called you that in years, but still. I wish I never had."
"You're only saying that because you're scared of me," letting out a smirk, she continued, "Why? It's true, Harry and Ron could get a job in the Auror department, no questions asked, but when I attempt to get into the Department of Magical Creatures, they threw up that I never completed school and that I don't have the proper requirements. Hence, why I'm here, and they are, there."
"All jokes aside, that's rubbish. If anyone should have been forced to come back to school, it should've been those two. You're absolutely brilliant, always the best at everything. Did you know, that most Witches or Wizards, even one's with the Purest blood, can barely control the elements? I've certainly tried, but the most luck I have is with fire, and it's barely anything that I can do with it."
"At least you can still do a little, and yeah, when i realized I could make it do what I wanted, I researched a lot into how to maintain and control that water." Hermione retorted.
They say like that for hours, in each other's company talking about anything and everything. They actually both had a lot in common, but being from different cliques, houses, and eventually different sides of the war for a while, they never got the chance to learn that about the other.
"Hold on, if you'd rather eat here, I have some sandwiches in my bag, there fresh, I put a stasis charm on them." Waiting for the affirmative from Draco, Hermione started rummaging around in her bag.
Throwing out a hairbrush, some ties, different potions and empty vials, and a few books later, she finally pulled out the food, and stuck to it, was a key. Yanking the key off before he could take a good look at it, and ask too many questions, she haphazardly threw everything back into her small beaded bag.
Passing him a few sandwiches, she watched as he called a house elf for some juice, and enjoyed many more afternoons with Draco.
It was on their wedding night, that Hermione finally explained what the key was. She thought he would deem it silly, and childish. But as most girls do when they are younger, she had a locked memory box, full of how her wedding would be, what her husband did and looked like, what her career would be, and all of the other whimsical 'knowing's' of a child.
Handing the key over to him, she explained all of that, and how as the years went by, she continued adding thing's here and there. It was all of her important memories, and she gave them to Draco.
She gave all of herself over to Draco, then.