Hello, I'm sorry I took so long to update! I just felt like the story was super rushed so I tried my best to pace it a little. This is an AU afterall, but still haha. I hope you enjoy this!


When is Dumbledore's Birthday?

Draco: ?

Hermione: July ?

Draco: :O I can't believe you don't know Dumbledore's birthday :'))

Hermione: I shouldn't have introduced emoticons to you .

Draco: :P

Nobody got the answer. The answer is: 1881.

Draco: what

Hermione: Shouldn't the question be: What year was Dumbledore born?

Draco: Who cares. we both lost points for that :(

"What are you doing?" A startled Hermione looked up from her cellphone. Ron had appeared out of nowhere, or was he sitting there the whole time?

"Research," she stated, waving the phone around.

Ron sat next to her and peered at the device. Squinting slightly, he began reading their messages out loud.

Hermione quickly moved her hand away and hit his shoulder. "Why on earth are you reading my messages?" She asked.

"First of all, I didn't get to read it. I mean, I read it out loud but I didn't get to absorb the words." He mumbled. Hermione rolled her eyes. Sometimes she just wants to h-

"Hello," a voice said, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. Neville approached the two and made himself comfortable in the seat adjacent to them. He was carrying a book about…Jane Austen?

"Neville! Are you reading about Jane Austen?" Hermione asked, devoting her attention to the boy in front of her. The Austens are one of the oldest Pure-blood families. Jane, however, was a squib. That clearly didn't stop her from making her own written magic.

"Yes! We have to read about her for History class," Neville replied. Hermione was pleased that the elective was covering Jane Austen. Her works really changed both worlds.

Ron, who was excluded from the conversation, took this opportunity to steal Hermione's cellphone from her lap. He looked and read the messages once again, eyes growing wide as he realized who the sender was.

"You're corresponding with Malfoy?" He yelled, causing other students to look at the three of them.

Neville and Hermione stopped talking. She turned to face Ron, smoothing out her skirt as if she had all the time in the world.

"Yes, I've been trying to tell you guys during dinner, but everyone is too absorbed in their own business these days," She replied.

"You tried to tell me?" He asked, mentally recalling a time when she tried to tell him something.

"A couple of times actually, but anyway, Malfoy and I got paired together for our final exam,"

Neville, who was listening to their conversation, joined in.

"Oh! The one about self-phones vs owls right?" He asked, clearly proud of himself for remembering.

"How did you know that?" Hermione asked, not bothering to correct him. The boy simply shrugged.

"Basically, we have to check which method of communication is much more convenient, hence the constant flow of conversation between the two of us," She said, now facing Ron.

"How is he like as a partner?" Ron asked. Hermione expected him to throw a fit, this question was the last thing she thought she would hear.

"He's been perfectly nice and cooperative, to be honest," Ron nodded at her words.

"If he does something, anything to you, I swear I'll hex him till he disappears," Ron offered. He didn't like her choice in partner, but he knew that Hermione was smart. He had to give her that.

Besides, if there's anything he learned during his elective, it's that teamwork is important. Being groupmates with Blaise Zabini and Dean Thomas taught him that important lesson.

"Thanks, Ron, I think I can handle him myself for now," She replied, smiling at her friend.

"So, tell me about the project and the results and everything,"

Hermione appreciated her friend's attempt at catching up with her. She ended up spending a good portion of the night explaining the project to her fellow Gryffindors. (Neville had a hard time comprehending most of the muggle terminology, while Ron kept zoning out mid-conversation.)


"Okay, I finished chapter four already," Malfoy announced, shaking his right arm after setting his quill down.

Hermione and Draco worked on their paper in silence. They sat in a secluded area in the middle of the library. Tall bookshelves shielding them from anyone's view. If there was one thing they both agreed on, it was the mutual hatred over loud people in the library.

"I just finished condensing the research for chapter five," she replied, raising both of her arms so she could stretch them out, emitting a yawn while she did it.

"We can work on the next few chapters next week, or even next month if you want to," he said. He began to pack his belongings.

Hermione nodded in response and packed her own things as well. Both of their heads snapped up when they heard a voice from the other side.

Glancing at each other, Malfoy gave Hermione a shrug. They both moved towards the muffled sounds.

They peeped through the other side of the shelf and saw Harry and Neville holding up pieces of parchment.

Neville, who was on his knees, held Harry's hand and began to read from his parchment.

"I love you, most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand," He said, voice much deeper.

"Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain," Harry said, voice slightly higher.

He continued to read his line. Malfoy was red in the face, Hermione had to jab his stomach with her elbow to keep him from blowing their cover by laughing.

"I wish I can capture this right now," He said, letting out little wheezes.

Upon hearing his words, Hermione whipped out her phone. The two stifled a laugh as they recorded the unsuspecting Gryffindors.

Harry and Neville finished their scene a few seconds later. Hermione pressed stop and immediately ducked back to the other side of the shelf, Malfoy following her shortly.

"Did you get everything?" He asked. Trying to catch his breath. They grabbed their things and walked towards the exit.

"You have a cute laugh," Hermione commented. When they reached the outside of the library, they allowed themselves to laugh freely.

"I do not," he replied, clutching his own stomach.

She shrugged and continued to walk beside him. They still had time to kill, it was the elective period for everyone and their teacher gave them free time to work on their paper again.

They settled on one spot in the courtyard. It was a beautiful day. It wasn't too warm, nor too cold. Some students were revising a few feet away from them.

"So cellphones have cameras in them?" Malfoy asked. Hermione pulled out the device and showed him the video.

"Yes, they do, that's why there's another square with a camera symbol on it. It's right next to the message icon," She replied. They watched the clip once again.

"My phone has a camera too right?" Malfoy asked, clearly interested in this new discovery.

He whipped it out and handed it to her. She unlocked it and opened the camera app, moving closer to Malfoy so she could show him how it works.

"Just click this circle right here if you want to take a photo or video," She said, taking a few sample shots of the view right in front of them.

She swiped left on the screen so it can change into video mode.

"You can also take selfies using it." She demonstrated, tapping one of the buttons and reversing the camera. Malfoy looked at his own reflection, trying to mask his growing interest.

"Let's take one," she said. Malfoy continued to stare at the screen as Hermione took a photo of them.

"What on Merlin's earth is a selfie?" He asked, staring at the photo they took. He wasn't smiling, but he looked good (as usual).

"It's muggle slang, it's basically 'self photography'," She replied.

"Strange," he replied with a teasing voice.

They ended up reviewing their other notes throughout the rest of the period, eventually going their separate ways to attend their classes.