NOTES: Ooh, this is my favourite chapter to write! I hope you guys like it too :D

"We have to get him. Torture him until he breaks."

"You can't break him. He'd rather die."

"Shut up! You just go find our Lord. We'll take care of him."

Ever since she was a child, Luna Lovegood had always been a brilliant artist. It was something she got from her mother. The quirky girl could draw anything she wanted to. Back when her mother was alive, painting was something the two of them used to do together. Mother and child would draw things they found most interesting, and then they would discuss each other's drawing. After her mother's death, the girl would paint to spend time when her best friend Cedric wasn't around. It was the only thing that could stop her from doing something that she promised Cedric she wouldn't. Sometimes, she drew what interested her at the moment, like she used to do when her mother was alive. But lately, since her mother's death and she started to have those weird dreams that showed her things before it happened, she would draw what she remembered of the dream. That day, she had another dream. Most of the time, the dream seemed insignificant. But this dream, it felt dangerous and threatening, and it really scared her, so badly that it woke her up. Luna didn't waste any time and immediately started to paint before she forgot the dream. Half an hour later, she was done with her painting, fingers covered in mostly dark colours. She stared at the drawing she did on the canvas she had in front of her. It was of a dark room, and there were four men wearing dark robes. The only light on the drawing came from the wand the shortest man was holding. The man was the only one who wasn't wearing a silver mask, unlike his companions, but Luna couldn't see his face. A shudder went through her spine as she realised that she knew these men had planned something heinous.

"Luna, Cedric's here!" she heard her father called her from downstairs. "Do you still want to go to visit Charlie Weasley?"

"Yes! Tell him I'll be there in ten minutes!" Luna called back. She threw a last glance on the painting she just drew before putting it against the wall on the corner of the room with her other paintings. She went into the bathroom to get ready, and true to her words, ten minutes later, she was bounding down the steps to the living room.

"Hi, Luna," Cedric greeted her with a smile. The young Ravenclaw smiled in return, something she rarely did to other people.

(But Cedric wasn't other people.)

It would be a lie to say that Luna didn't harbour some kind of feelings toward her Hufflepuff friend. The older she got, the more she realised that whatever she felt for Cedric wasn't quite sisterly. In fact, if she was to be honest, the thought that Cedric saw her only as a sister broke her heart a bit. Yes, she was young, only twelve years of age. But she had always been more mature than most kids her age anyway. He was always so nice to her, something that she never knew why. Luna was a quiet child, but whenever she was with Cedric, the older boy always managed to make her laugh out loud. She always felt like the happiest girl in the world when Cedric was with her. It was only normal if she started to have feelings for him. The Prefect was really good-looking after all, not to mention nice.

"Hi," Luna greeted in return, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. She never cared about her appearance, except when she was with him. "We're going now, Cedric?"

"Yes. Let's say goodbye to your dad first." Taking her hand, Cedric took her to the kitchen, where Luna's father was bustling around searching for cups.

"Oh, I was just going to make us some tea," Xenophilius said when Cedric excused himself and Luna. The Hufflepuff smiled but shook his head politely.

"We really need to go now, Mr Lovegood. My father told me yesterday when he visited, the Weasleys got a lot of visitors. The sooner we go, the better it'll be."

"Very well then. Give them my best regards, will you?"

"You sure you don't want to come, Daddy?" Luna asked.

"I'm sure, dear," the man answered. "I've got work to do, unfortunately. But tell them that I'll probably visit some other time."

Luna promised her father that she would tell the Weasleys just that before giving the man a kiss goodbye. Heading toward the fireplace, Cedric and Luna took turns to Floo into St Mungo's. Once they got there, they headed to the room where Charlie Weasley was, having known from Cedric's father about which room it was. There were already visitors in the room, so as per rule dictated them to do, Luna waited patiently with Cedric. As they waited, her mind flew back to the painting of the men in dark robes. She had no idea who the fourth man was, the one who didn't wear a mask. She thought of telling Cedric about it, but in the end, she chose not to. For years, she had been hiding the fact that she saw the future in her dreams. Not even her father knew about this particular talent of hers. She knew that if anyone ever found out, they would even see her as a freak. Seers weren't very popular, even in the wizarding world. She could just imagine what people would do to her. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice coming from the room where Charlie Weasley resided, and suddenly, she felt an unbearable pain in her head. It was horrible, as if something was pounding really hard on her head repeatedly. She let out a soft moan, leaning onto Cedric with her head between her hands. She could hear Cedric's panic voice vaguely, asking her what was wrong. She wanted to answer him, but images started to flash rapidly in her mind, and even with the pain, she tried to focus on them.

"There he is! We have to grab him now!"

"Luna? Luna, can you hear me? Luna, what's wrong?"

"What are you waiting for you? Do it! NOW!"

"It hurts, Cedric… It hurts…"

"Merlin – somebody, help! Please!"

"Stupefy!"

Luna saw a bright light and a man dropped to his feet, due to the spell that attacked him. She tried to see who the man was, but the only thing she caught from him was a gold ring with a raven-shaped ruby on it, circling his right index finger. The pain in her head began to lessen, but the screaming she heard was making it worse. It took her a while to realise that she was the one who had been screaming. She opened her eyes and shot up into a sitting position, nearly colliding her head against Cedric's. Her heart was racing and she was hyperventilating. Someone was telling her to calm down, and she heard the voice told Cedric to give her a drink. Luna took it graciously because her throat felt dry. It felt like hours later when she finally managed to calm down. Passing the glass back to Cedric who was sitting beside her, Luna took the chance to look around the room. Behind Cedric, there was a kind-looking woman who wore a Healer robe, and a man whose smile was just as calming as the woman's. The Healer then asked Luna whether she needed anything.

"Quill," Luna whispered. "And some parchment, please."

The request caught the woman off guard, but she soon shrugged it off. "Remus, love, she needs some paper. Do you have…?"

"Here you go," the man said, and only then did Luna realise the man and woman were Remus and Dorcas Lupin. The moment the realisation came, a dull ache came to her head again, as if telling her that the dream was connected to them.

"Cedric?" Luna said just before she started to draw.

"Yes, Princess?" the Hufflepuff said. When the older boy reached out his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, Luna tried hard to push her feelings toward the older boy so she could stay focus.

"Whatever you see after this, whatever I tell you, you may not tell anyone about it. Promise?"

"What do you – "

"Cedric."

"Fine. I promise."

Luna nodded her head in satisfaction, but asked the same thing to Mr and Mrs Lupin, who promised her in return. Thanking them under her breath, Luna then set her mind on drawing the vision onto the parchment, eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration. Five minutes later, her drawing was done. It wasn't as neat as the ones she usual did, but it was still much better than what normal people would produce. She nervously showed the drawing to Cedric and the Lupins, who looked over the Hufflepuff's shoulder to get a proper look. On the piece of parchment, Luna drew a dark corridor that bore an eerie resemblance to the corridor around them. Lying on the floor of the corridor in her drawing, there was a man that was shown only from his shoulders down. There was nothing recognisable from him, except for his right hand that had the raven-ring on it. The moment Remus Lupin saw the drawing, he froze. His yellow-green eyes landed on Luna, so suddenly that it caused the girl to flinch.

"What is your name, dear?" Auror Lupin said. His tone was calm and soothing, but Luna was always very observant, and she could detect the panic and urgency in it.

"Luna Lovegood," the blonde answered softly, reaching for Cedric's hand because she suddenly felt nervous. Healer Lupin's breath hitched upon hearing her answer.

"Your mother was Pandora, right?" Healer Lupin asked, causing Luna to frown in confusion.

"Yeah… You know her?"

"She was a Ravenclaw in my year," the woman answered. She turned to her husband, who looked a little lost. "You know her, Remus. She was the only student in class who listened to Aegis Beauregard in Divination, and Avery with his friends would mock her about that."

If anything, the Auror looked even more at lost. "Doe, I'll be honest with you here. The only reason I, or any of the Marauders, took Divination class was because Lily took it. Naturally, James wanted to be close to her all the time, but he didn't want to be alone. So, all of us took the class too."

"Merlin, give me the strength," the petite woman sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Fine, what about this; she did Prefect rounds with you in our sixth year every Thursday and Monday, remember?"

"Oh, you mean Pan Fawley?" Auror Lupin said, recognition lit his face. "The one you were jealous of, which resulted in you giving me the silent-treatment for three months?"

"That's…that's not the point," the Healer said, blushing slightly especially when her husband smirked. Ignoring him, she turned back to Luna. "Anyway, my dear; I knew your mother. She was a wonderful friend. And if I recall properly, she did tell me that she had Seer blood in her."

"I don't know about that," Luna admitted in a small voice. "Mum's family didn't like me or father very much. Even when Mum was alive, they wanted little to do with us."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Cedric said when Healer Lupin was about to say something. He had been so quiet that if it hadn't been for his hand in hers, Luna would have forgotten he was still there. "I'm not getting much here, but…"

"Yes, Cedric. I can see the future," Luna said carefully when she noticed her friend was looking at her uncomfortably, swallowing heavily because she was worried Cedric would avoid her now that he knew everything.

But he didn't. He merely stared at her quietly as everything began to add up in his mind. "That's why your drawings are so realistic. You didn't imagine them. You saw them, in your dreams."

"That's right."

"How long have you been having visions like this?" the Auror asked, glancing at the paper that was still clutched in Cedric's hand.

"Since Mum died. It started out as hazy and a little unclear, like a fog was covering the whole scene. But the older I get, the clearer I can see things."

And the more often I have these visions, Luna added quietly.

Auror Lupin nodded his head before getting onto his feet. He looked at the door where Charlie Weasley was. With a hand on his chin, he then said, "You're visiting Charlie, right?"

"Yeah," Cedric answered for the both of them.

"Right… Is it okay if I take you two with me for dinner?"

"What?" Healer Lupin blurted incredulously, looking at her husband in confusion that must be mirrored on Luna and Cedric's faces.

"Cedric, Luna?" the man asked, ignoring his wife. Slowly, Luna and her friend nodded. This was an Auror, so they had nothing to worry about.

Besides, Remus Lupin was the Auror. The only people who could guarantee her safety even more were Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore.

"But you have to tell our parents though," Cedric said.

"No worries. Dorcas will take care of that."

"Well, not until you tell me why we're taking these kids to dinner. So, you better start talking now, Remus," the Healer said, jabbing a finger onto her husband's chest.

"Because, Dorcas dear," Remus began, sighing heavily as he once more glanced at Luna's drawing. "I know whose ring in the drawing belongs to."

Hermione's parents were dentists. Really good ones. She could even proudly say that her parents were probably the best dentists in London. With her parents' success, steady income wasn't a problem for them. Back before she went to Hogwarts, Hermione's parents were easily one of the wealthiest of all the parents in her school. She was never arrogant about that little fact because her parents taught her that wealth wasn't everything. But it did make her a bit self-conscious, especially when she came to school wearing expensive clothes while her classmates wore something much cheaper. However, ever since she came to Hogwarts, she came to realise that there were others who were much wealthier than her family. It was confirmed many times whenever she saw the Pureblooded Slytherins flaunted it in everyone's faces how they practically owned the world. That night, as she and her parents came out of the elegant fireplace of the Black Manor to attend Harry's thirtienth birthday party, it was the first time she realised that her best friend too came from old money. She eyed the high ceiling of the Manor, saw the numerous crystal chandeliers hanging above them, the granite floors also the staircase made of rare teak wood, the silver-wares and other expensive-looking ornaments and furniture the family owned. In all her thirteen-nearly-fourteen years of living, Hermione had never been into a house such as the Black Manor. Hell, she'd never known anyone to be that wealthy. Glancing briefly at her parents, who had identical dumbstruck looks on their faces, Hermione knew she wasn't the only one who felt intimidated.

A House-Elf popped in front of them, and Hermione felt a little guilty when her mother looked like she was about to have a heart-attack at the sudden appearance of the creature. But the girl admired her parents' mask of nonchalance when they both followed the Elf to the ball room, where a huge round table was prepared already with various kinds of food. The Elf then told them that Harry and his family would come down shortly, once they were done with getting ready. It seemed that the lady of the house, Marlene McKinnon, who was pregnant for three months so far, was feeling a little ill, and in her annoyance, the woman accidentally set her fiance's robes on fire. Another Elf then came and showed them their assigned seats. Both Elves gave the Grangers a bow before popping back to wherever they were needed in the huge Manor. It was only a minute later, just before the three Grangers felt too awkward, when another family popped into the room.

"'Mione!" she heard Ron called out her name. The girl breathed in relief when she saw Ron, with his family of redheads,

"Hi, Ron," she greeted, hugging her friend once he got to her. "How was your summer?"

"It was great!" the boy said, beaming. "Something real great happened! Dad won the Daily Prophet Galleon Draw the other day! We're planning to use it to visit my brother Bill in Egypt."

"That's great, Ronald! Congratulations, Mr Weasley," Hermione said, shaking the old man's hand, who beamed just as bright as his youngest son.

"Thank you," Arthur Weasley replied. "So you're Hermione Granger, huh? Ron told me you're the most brilliant person he's ever known."

"Dad," Ron muttered, his ears turning a violent shade of red. Unfortunately for him, even if his father was nice enough to stop talking, his twin brothers didn't.

"Wouldn't stop talking about you, actually," one of the twin – was it Fred? George? – quipped with a sneaky grin.

"Reckon he's got a crush on you, Granger," the other twin added, slapping his palm to his twin's extended one before guffawing loudly.

"You – "

"This is my wife, Molly Weasley," Arthur quickly said, before Ron could say something rude to his brothers that would result in him getting smacked by his mother.

"Nice to meet you dear," Molly said, surprising Hermione when the woman hugged her instead of the usual hand-shaking.

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs Weasley," Hermione said, liking the woman already for her kindness. "These are my parents, Patrick and Helen Granger."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Weasley," her father said, shaking hands with Arthur and Molly before stepping aside for his wife to greet them

"You have a brilliant daughter," Arthur said, smiling. "These here are my monstrous bunch. I actually have seven of them. You know my youngest son, Ron." Arthur continued, pointing first at Ron. "And those two over there are the twins, Fred and George – "

"Hullo, Mr and Mrs Granger!"

" – that's my third son Percy. And this one here is my little Ginny."

"I'm not so little anymore, Dad," Ginny said, rolling her eyes but managed a smile for Hermione. "Hey, 'Mione."

"Hey, Gin," Hermione said. Hermione was never really close with the Gryffindor girls in her year, and neither was Ginny with the girls in her own year. This resulted in the both of them becoming friends after Ron introduced her sister to Hermione and Harry.

"Wow, seven kids," Patrick Granger said, looking slightly amazed. "And I can't even manage this bossy princess over here."

"Thanks, Dad," Hermione huffed, mock-pouting. Her father chuckled as he patted her affectionately.

"You said seven," Helen said. "Where are the other two?"

"Bill, the oldest, is in Egypt. He's working as Curse-Breaker for Gringotts. And my second-born Charlie is coming a little late with his girlfriend. He just had an…accident."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," Hermione's mother said solemnly. "What happened to him?"

"What's a Gringotts?" Patrick whispered to his daughter, who promised that she'd tell him all about it later on.

"He – "

"Mum," Ron interrupted his mother, sending Hermione an apologetic look. "Hermione's parents are Muggles. Hermione's a Muggle-born."

Hermione understood immediately. They couldn't risk Hermione's parents to know all the crazy stuff happening in the wizarding world, lest it would scare them.

"You're Muggles?" Arthur excitedly asked, surprising Hermione's parents, enough to distract them from their curiosity about Charlie's accident.

"We are," Patrick said, looking a little scared now that Arthur was eyeing him like a kid would look at a Santa Claus. "My wife and I are dentists."

"That's amazing! What is that?"

"They're like, specialised Healers who fix people's teeth," a voice said before Hermione's parents could answer Arthur. As if on cue, all of the Grangers and Weasleys turned around, finding a beautiful woman with bubblegum-pink hair and stunning teal eyes who was pushing a redheaded man on a wheel-chair. The man was very good-looking, with a bad-boy vibe on him, which was confirmed by the numerous tattoos all peeking from behind the collar and sleeves of his shirt. Hermione had to say, the both of them made the most attractive couple she'd ever seen.

"Hullo, Tonks!" Ginny said, waving at the woman who winked at the young girl. It was no secret that Ginny idiolised her future sister-in-law.

"I'm Nymphadora Tonks," she said to Hermione's parents. "But I prefer Tonks, though. And this is my boyfriend Charlie Weasley."

"Hello," Charlie greeted politely. "I'd stand to greet you properly, but I'm afraid I'm rather unable to at the moment."

"Oh, it's okay," Helen said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you, dear?"

Hermione didn't know about her parents, but she noticed the subtle tick in Charlie's jaw before he smoothly lied, "I fell off a dragon, ma'am. Broke a lot my bones. I'm a dragonologist, see. I work with dragons in Romania."

"Dragons are real?" Patrick asked, looking exceptionally awed. Charlie gave a smile and Hermione understood even more how someone like Tonks, who was the best Auror in her year according to Daily Prophets, the epitome of an independent woman, could fall head-over-heels-in-love with them man.

"It is real, sir. I can send you pictures one day, if you want…"

Charlie trailed off, and each one of the Weasleys tensed visibly as they looked in the direction of the door. When Hermione turned around, she felt her breath caught in her throat when she saw the Malfoys walking into the room, with Neville and his grandmother behind them. Except for the baby in Lady Malfoy's arms, all of the Malfoys had unreadable masks on their faces. However, Hermione saw Draco winked at her. The younger bookworm bowed her head immediately to make sure no one saw the blush on her face. When she was finally released from her Petrified state, the first person she saw when she got out of Hospital Wing was him. The Slytherin was leaning against the wall, absentmindedly drumming his wand against his thigh. At first, he didn't realise she already got out of her bed, standing beside him. But when she called his name, he whipped around violently, looking utterly shocked. The look was soon replaced, and the boy was looking at her nervously. For over a minute, the both of them were quiet, trading glances at each other. It was Draco who broke the silence first, speaking so fast about how he was sorry for everything, and that he was so glad she was alright. He even admitted that it hurt him when she teased him about bribing the whole Slytherin Quidditch with new brooms, because all he wanted was to show her that he could be just as good as Harry Potter was. After ten minutes and he kept on talking, Hermione began to tune out on whatever he said, but not because she bored. No, it was actually quite the opposite. What he said made her heart started to flutter in that cliché way she often read in books. When she asked why did he care so much, his answer made her swoon.

"Because, no matter how hard I try to deny it, I do care about you, Granger."

"Sorry for the long wait," Sirius Black said as he entered the room with his family and the birthday boy himself. Behind the Auror were the Lupins and his brother Regulus with his wife and daughter.

"Yeah, Sirius over here took ages to get ready," Marlene joked, to which Sirius returned with a mock-glare before leaning down kiss his fiancee.

"I'm going to let you win for now, only because it's Harry's birthday… Now, Prongslet, my dear; come here to Dadfoot – and where is that cake?"

Harry sighed dramatically as he stepped into view, right behind the Snitch-shaped cake that appeared out of thin air ("I'm still not used with all this magic," Hermione's mother muttered under her breath.). There was a grin on his face though, and Hermione swore he got a little teary-eyed when everyone began to wish him a happy birthday. When he blew his candles, everyone made a small laugh at the surprised-look on his face when Sirius and Marlene leaned to kiss him on his cheeks. Marlene then had one of the Elves to cut the cake for the guests. Hermione thought she had never tasted something as brilliant as the cake she was having.

"This is so delicious, Miss McKinnon," Hermione said, and the beautiful witch smiled widely.

"Really? Well, I'll have to thank Irina then. She did almost all of the baking, even though the Elves insisted they could help."

"I'll have to ask for the recipe then, Mrs Black," Molly said to the witch sitting beside the younger Black brother. Her statement was agreed by Neville's grandmother.

"Please, just call me Irina," the woman said, blushing slightly. On her left, her husband was smiling proudly with the attention his wife was getting.

"What about you, Cissy? What do you think of Irina's cooking?" Sirius suddenly asked with a smirk on his face. It took Hermione awhile to realise that the man was talking to Draco's mother.

"Auror Black and Lady Malfoy are cousins," Ron, who was sitting on Hermione's right, explained in a small voice.

"Oh?" was all Hermione managed, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. She didn't know that.

"In case Reggie never told you, Sirius, I've actually had the chance to taste dear Irina's cooking when I came to visit here while you were away on your mission," Narcissa Malfoy said, calmly looking back at her cousin, her face as impassive as always.

"Reggie never told me that you've been here," Sirius said, now glaring at his brother. Hermione nearly laughed when she saw how the younger Black flinched. It seemed, even in their thirties, Regulus still sort-of feared his older brother.

"Oh, stop terrorising your brother, Sirius," Narcissa said in a bored tone. "You're thirty-three, not thirteen. Hardly a child anymore."

"Thank you for pointing that out, Narcissa," Marlene said, earning an accusatory glare from Sirius. Narcissa herself merely grinned but said nothing else.

The rest of the dinner went well. The Weasleys were getting along just fine with the Blacks and Lupins, even though everyone one could notice the slight awkwardness Regulus had when one of the Weasleys asked him a question. Even the Malfoys looked like they were making an effort to be nice to everyone. From where she was sitting, talking to Ron, Hermione noticed that Draco and Harry were talking animatedly, both formal-enemies were grinning widely as they threw insults at each other once in a while. Sometimes, Harry would ask Neville, who was sitting not too far from him, a question and the other boy would reply. Hermione found it very nice of Harry and his family to give Neville presents as well when Marlene told one of the many Elves to put away Harry's presents. It was only then that Hermione realised Neville's birthday was only a day before Harry's. Promising herself that she would send Neville something, who blushed when he received four presents from Harry and his family (Hermione weirdly noticed that Regulus gave the boy the biggest present), Hermione gave Neville her belated birthday wishes. After the main course was served, the Elves clicked their fingers and dessert was served. Hermione thought she was going to explode from how full she was. It seemed like she wasn't the only one who thought so because when his Godparents weren't looking, Harry sneaked to get to the little girls sitting in their baby-seats, and quietly fed the two girls his ice-cream. Laughing under her breath, Hermione told Ron what she saw, and the two laughed together at their friend's sneakiness.

When dinner was over, Sirius asked Lucius and Regulus to come with him to his study to talk about something important. Meanwhile, Marlene asked the women to join her to the parlour to have some chat, and they all left together, the ones with little kids holding their babies gracefully despite their fancy dresses. Before leaving, Marlene told the rest of the guests to go to the library or the backyard garden. Arthur was talking to Hermione's dad, and she didn't know which one of them was interrogating the other about their respective lives. The Weasley twins immediately went to the garden, and Percy followed them with a sigh, knowing that he had to keep an eye on his younger brothers lest they would destroy something. Tonks quietly asked Charlie whether he wanted to stay or go home, to which the dragonologist said that he'd like stay for a little while. She gave the man a kiss to the forehead before pushing his wheel-chair toward the library, leaving the younger kids still in the ball room. Harry pouted slightly, and Hermione knew that he was rather annoyed the library and the garden were occupied. Sighing in mock-defeat, he told everyone that it would be best for them to go the playroom, since the babies were with their mothers anyway, and also because the playroom still had Harry's toys in there. Once they got there, Hermione was once again amazed at the sheer size of the room, noticing that even the toys looked really expensive. It was obvious that the room used to belong to Harry, judging from how Harry's Quidditch figurines were still littering among the girls' toys. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the bookshelf in the back the room, and saw that it had hundreds of children's story books, both Muggle and wizard stories. She heard Harry chuckled upon seeing her reaction, and he told her that she could borrow whatever books she wanted to read. Grinning widely, she practically ran toward the bookshelf after she thanked Harry, not realising that there was a certain someone following behind her.

"Of course, the bookshelf would be the first thing you noticed, Granger," a voice drawled behind her, sounding amused. Turning around, the girl found Draco standing there with a smirk.

"People call me a bookworm for a reason, Draco," Hermione replied, grinning a little at the surprised look on the blond's face.

"You…called me Draco," the Slytherin stated rather dumbly. It made Hermione laughed.

"Yes, I did. I thought, since you and Harry seem to be getting along just fine, it's just normal for me to start calling you by your first name."

"Potter and I call each other by our surnames."

"That's because you two are childish."

Draco pouted and it got Hermione laughing again. "I am not childish. And you better not expect me to call you anything but Granger."

This time, it was Hermione's turn to pout. "Why won't you call me by my name? Are you speech-impaired? Do you find my name too difficult to pronounce?"

"I have no problem with saying your name. I just don't want to."

Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance, knowing how stubborn the boy could be. She turned her back to him and began to ignore him, choosing to browse for books she never read. She was aware though, that Draco was still standing where he was, seemingly like he was struggling to say something to her. In the end, he let out a heavy sigh and relented.

"Fine, Hermione," Draco said, scowling even though Hermione could still see the small grin he was trying hard to hide. "You win. But I warn you though, when there are others, especially my fellow Slytherins, I'll call you Granger in front of them."

"Whatever. I still win," Hermione said, sticking her tongue out at Draco immaturely. "Now, help me find something to read. I know you're a bookworm yourself, Draco."