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CHAPTER 5.
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Granger,
I swear I'm living out of a suitcase!
Well of course a magically shrunken suitcase.
You won't believe the amount of travelling the team has been doing.
Apparently Coach Ginklehertz wants us to use this off season practicing in all types of climates.
It's as if he's had a premonition that the next world cup is going to be held in the tundra or next to the equator or something.
So it's my last day here today before we head out for yet another destination tomorrow.
And before you even ask (not that you will actually ask, but I'm sure you'll be wondering) I'm not telling you where I am and where I'm going to be going.
If you can be stubborn about your whereabouts so can I!
Hermione almost giggled at this childish statement. He was right. She was wondering in her head where he was off to next.
Well, looks like he wanted information in exchange for information.
Too bad for him that the usually curious Hermione didn't want to know where his next practice was being held.
He had almost travelled the world. So wherever he was going wouldn't be a new place for sure.
So I'm not telling you where I'm going.
But I think this is going to be the last session and then we get a month off before season practice starts again.
I really need the break.
Never thought I would be looking forward to a break from brooms!
Speaking of breaks, do you take enough?
Or have you been promoted to chief of medicine already?
When you were studying to be a healer, you were bad enough.
Now that you are actually one, I'm sure you live in the hospital.
Do you still play the piano?
Do you have one at home?
Remember the big black one at my flat that was catching dust until you started playing on it?
It's still catching dust.
In case you want to save it, the offer still stands.
In 3 weeks I will be free for a month.
It's been 3 years since we met last.
3 years since you played the piano in my house.
Okay, I'll spell it out to you since you're obviously not making any decision.
Come visit me.
Or let me visit you. Please ?
I bet you have all your vacation leave pending.
We can catch up. Or I can catch up. You know everything that's going on with me.
Let me know.
Love,
Ferret.
Hermione smiled at the use of Granger and ferret in his letter.
He had long stopped calling her Granger. He only resorted to it now when he felt particularly cheeky or affectionate.
And whenever he used Granger, Hermione would automatically call him ferret.
She knew he hated that name.
She couldn't imagine his gall at actually telling her that she should spend his vacation with him.
She hadn't spoken to him in over a year and here he was smoothly asking her about vacation plans.
She knew he was trying to be as normal as possible.
She hated it when people behaved as if they were walking bare feet on coal around her.
He was just trying to be as normal and bring the said normalcy to her life by doing that.
And she appreciated his honesty. He treated her like a person and not some fragile doll.
Same was with Ginny. They both wrote to her what they really felt.
They yelled, screamed, expressed disapproval, shared funny and not so funny incidents with her, all as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
They were her connection to her old life. And though she didn't want to face it yet, she was glad she had the letters since it reminded her who she was.
She missed the piano. And she really missed playing it.
That was the last time she had played it.
"I love that song." Draco said.
He was sitting with his eyes closed, sprawled on his beige couch and feet on his table top.
"That's why I played it." Hermione called out as she disappeared into the kitchen to come out with 2 plates of chicken sandwiches and 2 coffees.
"I don't understand how you even stand these sandwiches." Hermione said trying not to wrinkle her nose.
"What's wrong with them? They're perfect!" Draco said defensively.
"Glad as I am that you've taken a liking to muggle food, this sandwich I just don't like. The cafe that sells it is so shady. I won't be surprised if its 2 days old." Hermione said.
"Rubbish. If I hadn't told you the name of the cafe, you would have actually enjoyed it." Draco argued.
"Perhaps. But since I know now..."
"Oh come on Hermione, don't be a snob. Just eat. I love the coffee. I'm going to miss your coffee." Draco said.
"I feel like role reversals just happened here. Draco Malfoy is actually telling me not to be a snob? Do you even know how funny that sounds?" Hermione chuckled.
"Oh please. I think the novelty should have worn out by now. It's been years we've been friends. You should have expected me to pick up on your habits, overbearing as you are." Draco said.
"Perhaps. But I never expected a Malfoy to like stale food. Even I don't enjoy stale food. Inspite of being muggle born." Hermione teased.
"Haha. Funny. I just love the way they marinate their chicken." Draco said.
"Wonder how many germs they marinate into it." Hermione muttered to herself.
"Stop Hermione. Why are you trying to ruin my sandwich?" Draco groaned.
"Fine." Hermione resigned. "Don't come crying to me when you regurgitate that excuse for a sandwich. Anyway the rate you've been consuming coffee, I'm surprised you don't have an ulcer."
"Merlin Hermione! Do you ever switch off healer mode?" Draco said exasperated.
"I almost feel I wish I hadn't introduced you to coffee." Hermione said.
"Oh I would've found it somehow. True love always finds a way. But I love your coffee the most by far. I'll really miss it." Draco said.
"It's your fault then you're leaving." Hermione pouted.
"And it's also my fault that you're getting married to the weasel?" Draco teased.
"So? I'll still be here. It's not like I can't make coffee for you if I'm married. But I certainly can't make coffee for you if you're in Japan or some other part of the globe." She pouted more.
"Hermione you're going to be a wife. It's not like you can come over to bust my arse because I've overslept and brew me a pot every morning. You'll have your own weasels arse to bust and make your own coffee." Draco said soothingly.
"But I'll still be your friend." She whispered sadly, looking down at her hands in her lap.
"That you will. No marriage is going to change that." Draco said snuggling closer to her and she put her head on his shoulder.
"You could at least stay for the wedding." Hermione said accusingly.
Draco faltered for a minute. Of course he would stay for his best friend's wedding.
Only this was Hermione. Even though she was his best friend, he couldn't stay for the wedding.
Somehow he couldn't bring himself to see her getting married.
He was happy that she loved Weasley and was marrying out of love. But he wasn't looking forward to actually being at the wedding.
"I'm sorry sweetie. You know that this year I'm actually chosen not only as a reserve but as a player. And they start practice the day after. I have to leave tomorrow. Besides, how were you going to explain my presence at a wedding full of Granger's, Weasley's and Potter's?" Draco said trying to lighten up the mood.
"It's my wedding Draco. The happiest day of my life so far. I wasn't planning on lying about you. You're an important part of my life and I want you to be a part of that day. I would tell everyone the truth. How they react is not my problem." Hermione said.
"Now you don't have to tell them." Draco said.
"I wanted to. It's not like I expect it all to be okay and happy. It's not like I feel I'm sneaking or something. It's just that I know who you are now and I'm not sorry to associate with you." Hermione said.
"I know you're not." Draco said, kissing her forehead. "You can always just tell them, you know. If it makes you feel better."
"Hmm. I guess I will." Hermione said, snuggling closer, trying to make up for the distance that tomorrow would put between them.
"I hate to say it but I'm going to miss you." Hermione sniffed.
"I am going to miss... Your coffee sorely!" Draco said with utmost feelings.
Hermione glared at him and used her nails to mercilessly tickle him.
Who knew Malfoy's were unbearably ticklish?
"Okay I surrender!" Draco said panting. "Bloody woman."
"Have you packed?" Hermione asked after they had settled down and were sipping their coffee.
"What? Already? I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon Hermione. I don't need to pack till tomorrow morning." Draco said.
Hermione looked at him appalled. "You're going for 4 months and you've yet not packed?" She said dangerously.
"Umm. News flash. I am a wizard. Not like I can't transfigure or conjure something."
"Still. I use to pack for Hogwarts a week in advance." Hermione said.
Draco shook his head at her madness.
Hermione got up and made her way to his bedroom.
"Where you going?" Draco asked.
"To pack your bags of course." Hermione called out from his room.
He gulped his coffee down and rushed to his bedroom.
"You're insufferable, you know that?" He said.
She shrugged and continued packing.
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Some more fillers into their life!
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