Silver and Gold // Dramione

June

6th Year, October 29th

Draco thought she was bluffing as the words left her mouth. Hermione's fingers were still wrapped around his wrist, holding him tightly so he couldn't live without using violent movement.

"Nice one Granger. Very clever trickery on your part. Now what's your theory? I take it you won't let him go until you've flaunted your success?" he teased her.

Normally Draco would have stepped forward to put his large and looming figure above his teaser. But Draco didn't dare move any closer to Hermione, fearing he would lose his train of thought far too quickly if he felt her warm breath flush against him.

"I'm serious Draco, I think I'm wrong about the magical signatures" Hermione released his hand and walked over to her parchments and books by the armchairs.

Draco's ears perked at her continued assurance that she was wrong. Her confirmation that she had been wrong about his magical signature sent a wary shiver up his spine.

Hermione Granger was, simply put it, not wrong. Draco couldn't keep track of how many times she had interrupted the teacher to correct them. Mots especially in Muggle Studies. Draco remembered one time in fifth year where he told the Professor off quite sternl when he had alluded that muggle technology was too inhumane.

"They have developed technology far exceeding that of wizarding society. Their medical innovations are extremely modern, and have the ability to save lives at a large scale capacity. In fact st Mungo's has taken to few of their innovations to ensure wizarding health"

From that day on Muggle studies usually included input form herself and the other muggle-borns in the class. The teacher's called in 'real life experience and testimony' and told the pureblood sna dhalfboods it would enhance their education.

For Draco's part in it, he barely paid attention to Muggle studies as it was, only enough to maintain his second place class rank behind Hermione. The added component of listening to the Muggle-born led discussions he barely applied himself to.

Hermione wasn't wrong. She usually knew more than anyone else in the room on whatever topic was the focus. Hermione admitting she was wrong made Draco nervous in a way he couldn't describe.

His spine shivered, he felt his hands go calmly, and his tech grit together. She was wrong, which likely meant that their research was now relevant, or at least some of it.

Draco followed Hermione, dropping the parcel on the floor just outside his door in the way.

"Wrong about what exactly?" he questioned, sitting himself down to the edge of his armchair. He leaned forward to balance his elbows on his knees. Both in nervous and intrigued gestures, and to stop his feet from tapping on the ground.

"I mean, I think your Magical Signature isn't because of a magical maladie or illness descending from the Black Family Tree genetics. We've been digging ourselves into a hole, assuming something was wrong with you-"

Draco cut her off "We are a bit generous there, and I for one do not think there is anything wrong with one" he sauntered.

"Yes because hearing voices in your head is perfectly normal and having your magic testes the dark wizards is a weekly habit of yours?" her voice was dripped in sarcasm.

Draco didn't even try to respond.

" Now you not having a maladie is not to say it's not still a trait from your Mother or her side of the family. But I don't think the ball of fire that emitted from you was a sign of weakness or sickness. I think it was a sign of strength"