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So, here is the last of Draco. I am thinking about Hermione's turn, and I'm much more excited about it. It's a different scenario, and I'm thinking they will work in the Unspeakables department. =D
Draco: Sound
Hermione always had a way with words. At Hogwarts, he'd found it annoying. Then he'd thought her a show off, but much had changed in the past year. It was now one of his favorite things about her.
Part of it, he knew, was that he liked the way she spoke—the timbre of her voice, the cadence of her speech, the way her pitch and volume rose as she grew excited about the ideas she shared. Even when she didn't speak, when she read silently to herself, he found himself enamored of the way her pretty lips would form about the unspoken syllables.
Her vocabulary, too, was expansive. Or was it extensive? Hermione would know. It was always so very important for her to use just the right word at the right time and in the right way. Indeed, their first argument as a couple stemmed from a five-minute discussion about a research summary they had drafted together for Mavis. Were the arithmantic principles of the number 47 on the newly discovered Wenlock scroll obscure, but important (her words) or esoteric and of limited use (his)? (He: You're being pedantic, just like Wenlock. She: I'm not a snob. You're the snob!)
He had grown up using his tongue as a weapon and had seen the damage he'd inflicted on others. But Hermione's mouth was capable of weaving all sorts of healing spells. He'd felt her magic on more than one occasion.
'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so upset over the number 47. That's not to say that it's not important—it is. It's just that, well, you're more so.'
'Actually, you're my best friend.'
'See, I told you there was nothing to worry about. My parents loved you.'
'Of course I was nervous! I want your parents to like me.'
Hermione looked up from her parchment, bringing the nib of her quill to her mouth. 'Do you think I should use suggest or encourage? Or advocate? I don't want to demand anything, but they need to know it's imperative that the changes are adopted as soon as possible.'
He wanted to make magic with his words as well. Countless hours had been spent on choosing the right words. Narcissa had even been consulted. He'd finally decided that simple and to the point was best.
'Draco, are you even listening?'
He got down on one knee and said, 'I love you, Hermione Jean Granger. Will you marry me?'
He hoped she wasn't disappointed he hadn't used any five-syllable words. But then, her answer hadn't either.
'Yes!'
To Be Continued