Last Kiss

The Letter

 

Hermione’s POV

 

We had lunch, then went back to our room.  As soon as we got inside, I heard tapping on one of the windows. An owl had brought a letter. I opened it, and it was from Harry! Blimey, I forgot to write to him. My cheeks burned with guilt.

Dear Hermione,

How are you? Me and Ron got jobs as Aurors, and I barely had any time to write this! I hope you are doing fine, did you make any new friends? I'm still sorry about leaving you alone.  Oh! And Happy Birthday!

Love, Harry Potter

 

Oh, yeah.  My birthday is October 7th, but I have no one to spend it with. Wait! Today is October 6th, so tomorrow is my birthday! How did I forget that? I walk out to the living room, smiling hugely. Draco noticed my smile.

"Why are you smiling?" Draco asks.

"Well, tomorrow's October 7th!"

"No! Really?" He said sarcastically. “But why does it matter?"

"It's my birthday!” I said excitedly.

“Then we have to do something! It’s Sunday, so we’re free. Isn’t there a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow? Lets go!” Draco said. The way he said it, it seemed like he actually cared about me.

“Aww, thanks, Draco.” I looked at him, and I realized that when he smiled, he was actually kinda cute. “Well, I’m gonna go write a letter. See you in a while.” I said. I head up to my room, and started on the letter.

Dear Harry,

Congratulations on becoming Aurors! I’m doing great, actually. You will never believe it! On the Hogwarts Express, Draco Malfoy came into my compartment, and he was really nice! He didn’t call me any names, or anything. McGonagall made me Head Girl, and Malfoy became Head Boy.  Do you believe it? But it isn’t bad. Have you heard from Luna or Neville? And tell Ginny and Ron I say hi. By the way, thanks for remembering my birthday!

 

I miss you all,

Hermione Granger

It felt good to write to Harry. I didn’t have to keep it all in; I could confide in him. As I walked downstairs, I realised that it was already dark. Dinner was probably over, and I was starving.

“Draco, I’m going to the kitchens; I’m hungry. Do you want to come?” I asked him.

“Wha-? Oh, yeah sure. The dinner is over?”

“I think so.”

We silently crept to the kitchens, not wanting to be caught. When we got there, I couldn’t help but feel a burst of annoyance at all the house elves bustling around.

“Thinking about S.P.E.W.?” Draco asked cheerfully.

“Yeah.” I said without thinking. “Wait, how do you know about that?

“I know more than you think.” he said airily, chuckling.

‘Hmm, what does he know?’ I thought to myself as the house elves came over with some food, and we ate in silence.  We went back to our room and into bed. I lay awake for awhile, thinking, and slowly drifted off to sleep, too tired to realize that I didn’t hear Draco’s usual snoring in the other room.