A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 380
They had only been just teenagers, barely into their last year of school. She's made the choices to leave, to abandon everything to go into war. The world watched silently as children saved the world. To the world, they were adults, but in reality, they were little more than scared children.
Hermione hated being scared, being compared to a mere child even more. She was so much more than that, even as a child, she'd been more. Trusted with technology beyond anything she'd seen, she'd grown up faster than her peers. Her birthday had marked yet another year of being older, she was no longer a child.
She'd gone back, finished things in the proper manner. She'd always done things like that, finished things how they should be finished. She'd gotten the grades and then, then she'd done something insane. She'd fallen in love. That had been then, three years ago.
Now, she was facing a group who thought she had been a child doing something naughty. She smirked at the thought, especially doing something naughty with the man sitting in the black leather chair next to her. She could tell he was thinking the same thing. That's why they were here to begin with, because she'd dared to fall in love with someone older than herself, someone who actually challenged her mentally and emotionally.
No one believed they had waited until she was of age. They were idiots, dunderheads he insisted on calling them whenever their names came up in some new, remarketed scandal. She laughed with him, rolling her brown eyes. It didn't matter that they'd waited, people seemed to believe what they wanted to believe. They hadn't believed Lord Voldemort was back until the world was at war.
It didn't matter that they'd waited, that they had witnesses and their memories to prove otherwise. They'd done nothing wrong. No, the ministry officials decided the best action was interrogate them both, but they weren't talking, weren't going to burst out in some idiotic tale about how he'd fallen in love with her as a child, obviously. Why would they, when all they had to do was stick to the truth and hope that maybe, just once, the stupid ministry stuffed shirts finally believed something either of them said?