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Hermione groaned as she pulled her comforter over her head. There's a blasted owl outside her window. And it just wouldn't stop making that ridiculous pecking noise.
She finally poked her bushy head from the comforter's warmth and headed for the window across her bed to let in the goddamn owl. It headed straight to her desk and calmly folded its wings, holding out its leg for her to take the letter.
Mumbling about sleep and annoying owls, she finally got the letter free from its string as she made her way downstairs to her kitchen clutching the letter with the owl in tow.
While waiting for her coffee she finally opened the letter.
Hermione Granger,
You sneaky little witch, a little birdy told me you went out to lunch with Malfoy yesterday. Why haven't you told me about that?! I need details woman! Meet me for lunch at Diagon Alley later at around 11. You better come or else I will hunt you down and drag your ass all the way to Diagon Alley. Oh! And mum's missing you terribly, she wants me to invite you for dinner sometime this week, so you better clear up your schedule for any dinner dates with the ferret you have in mind.
Ginny Weasley
P.S. Be a darling and give Mystique a couple of owl treats, she's been going on long challenging journeys this past week.
She looked up to find the owl's wide eye gaze, as if it was sensing her distress.
"So you're Mystique huh?"
She asked the owl while rummaging through her cupboard in search for owl treats, after a couple of minutes she finally found a few and held it in front of Mystique for her to gobble down.
Biting her lower lip in deep thought, she unconsciously started caressing Mystique's soft snowy white feathers.
What would she say to Ginny?
She probably thinks she's going at it with Malfoy!
She groaned once again burying her hands in her tangled hair.
She knew it, she never should've gone out to lunch with the Malfoys.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
What happened to the Hermione Granger who thought about what she was doing before jumping in straight to anything?
She just prayed to Merlin that no one photographed them while having lunch. She wouldn't want Scorpius to be bombarded by the media at such an early age.
Pouring herself a cup of nice warm coffee, she started thinking of a response for Ginny.
Ginny,
I'll meet you at Florean's at around 11.
Hermione
There that should do it, short and sweet. But giving no room for any questions until when they finally meet up for lunch.
She tied the letter to Mystique's leg and gave her another treat as a reward for waiting around for the letter. Taking a step back, she took a deep sigh and held Mystique out her kitchen window, sending him off back to Ginny. She waited until Mystique was only a speck of dot in the horizon before dragging her feet all the way upstairs straight to her bedroom.
She threw herself down on the bed with a big plop and waited for justice to find her.
But as much as she wanted to regret her decision to spend lunch with the Malfoys, she just couldn't get herself to be overly apologetic.
Hermione stood in front of her floo, nervously twisting the hem of her white sundress. It's been a couple of hours since she received the letter from Ginny and she still has no idea what to tell her about Malfoy. Well, it's not like she had anything to tell her really. They just had lunch and that's it. Of course she refused to tell her about the way he looked at her whenever he thought she wasn't aware of it. Or the way he cuddled his son to him that very first time they saw each other at Scorpius' ward. Gathering her scattered thoughts together, she took a deep breath and stepped through the green flames of her floo.
She stepped through the dusty fireplace of The Leaky Cauldron, trying to catch her breath as a thin layer of smoke enveloped her. They should really get this place cleaned up, she thought bitterly as she surveyed her white sundress.
She watched with anticipation as the brick wall melts into a picturesque wizarding village in front of her. She slowly weaved through the busy streets, trying to buy herself some time to think of an excuse to tell Ginny.
Rounding a corner, she can already see Ginny's tell tale red hair already waiting for her in one of Florean's tables. She sighed, Oh well, it's not like I can avoid her forever, she thought to herself as she made her way to Ginny's table.
The redhead looked up as Hermione took a seat.
"Well well well, look who we have here."
Hermione winced slightly at her friend's mocking tone as Ginny looked at her with speculative eyes.
"Are you gonna tell me the goods about Malfoy or what?"
Hermione looked up and met Ginny's playful eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief, at least she doesn't look mad.
"I thought you'd be mad at me or something….you know with me "fraternizing with the enemy" and all that…."
Ginny cut her off. "Whoa, Hermione. I would never be mad at you for making your own choices. If you want to fuck Malfoy, then that's ok with me. You were never the kind of girl who makes rash choices anyway, Hermione. I totally trust you and your judgments."
Hermione looked at Ginny with a disbelieving look.
"I….uh thanks Ginny."
"And…..uh I'm not….uh fucking Malfoy."
She finished with a blush. Why did she have to say that out loud.
Ginny's eyes narrowed.
"Are you sure?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, If she wasn't feeling relief right now she would be pissed off at Ginny's incredulousness.
"Yes, I'm sure. I just happened to take a bit of liking to his son after he was my patient at St. Mungos, that's all honestly."
"Are you sure that's all?"
Ginny smirked at her friend as she spotted a blush on her cheeks.
"I'm sure. And it's not like that lunch was ever going to happen again, I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't let his beloved pure son near me again."
Satisfied with her answer, Hermione leaned on her chair and perused the menu laid out for her.
"Whatever you say Mione."
Ginny replied with a wink.
All of a sudden they hear a loud shrill followed by large shouts of "Healer Mione! Healer Mione!"
Hermione's eyes widened.
Please don't let that be Scorpius. Please please please don't let that be Scorpius.
"Healer Mione!"
A small child with a shock of blonde hair bounded straight into Hermione's lap.
Hermione stared in shock at Scorpius who was sitting comfortably on her lap, smiling.
"Scorpius, I uh…. Nice to see you here." Hermione forced out. Risking a quick glance at Ginny only to see her smirking.
Scorpius' smile seemed to stretched wider as he hugs Hermione tightly.
"Look father it's my Healer Mione!"
"Your Healer Mione huh." Ginny replied while looking at Hermione with laughing eyes.
Hermione was still grasping for words to say when they heard a voice behind her.
"Scorpius, do try and not run away from me when we are in Diagon Alley. It's getting quite tiring to run after you, you know."
Hermione's eyes widened, barely containing her panic.
As a pale hand glides through her shoulders only to rest at the side of her neck.
"Oh, there you are Granger. We've been looking everywhere for you."
Hermione watched with amusement and fear as Ginny's eyes danced with triumph.
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