𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 31

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She knew he was awake the moment he let out a loud groan, running from his bed, through the living area to bathroom where he vomited into the toilet, Hermione watching in amusement as she sat reading on the couch.

"Good morning," she piped cheerfully, stifling a chuckle as he hurled again.

"Fuck off, Granger," Draco scoffed, excessively brushing his teeth in the sink, "Fuck, I feel like fucking shit,"

"I prepared a potion for you last night," she exclaimed, "I hope you don't mind that I used some of your personal ingredients, but I just- I wanted to make sure you felt alright the next morning, and-"

"It's fine, Granger," he groaned, taking a shot of mouthwash, spitting it out before sliding down the bathroom wall, landing on the cold tiles, "I really don't care."

"Well that's good," she hummed, placing her teacup on the coffee table as she stood to get the potion from the kitchen, "I've been doing a lot of research regarding potions work and dark magic... you know, behind your back... and there's so many fascinating things in your books compared to all of our old Hogwarts textbooks-"

"It's too fucking early for this," Draco muttered, grimacing as she tilted his head back, pouring the sludgy, cold potion down his throat.

"I've been up since seven, it's ten o'clock," Hermione frowned, "It's not my fault you were  more tipsy than a drunk on the sidewalk."

"I think I would've rather stayed hungover than drink that shit you just brewed," he licked his lips, stomach queasy, "Are you sure you didn't just poison me, Granger?"

"If I was so interested in poisononing you I would've done it months ago, Draco," Hermione rolled her eyes, placing the empty jar in the kitchen sink, "Trust me, I've had plenty of opportunities to do so."

"You're slightly terrifying," he muttered, drowsily plodding to the couch before wrapping himself in her blanket.

She placed a glass of water in front of him, shutting the curtains so the softly glowing lanterns inside were the only source of dim light.

"Why are you so good at curing hangovers, Granger?"

Hermione let out a sigh as she returned to his side, twiddling with the moonstone that sat linked around her neck.

"I wasn't as much of a puritan in school as you make me out to be," she exclaimed, taking a half finished book from her large pile, "Did I really come off as such?"

Draco smirked.

"Everyone always thought you were the most bland, stickling, dull, tasteless, uptight, prudish, brooding know it all in the entire school, Granger."

"Since when did you become a walking thesaurus?" Hermione asked irritatingly, sitting down next to him on the couch.

"This is your fault, Granger," Draco sat up slightly, staring her down in annoyance, "Ever since you came around, I've become a fucking dweeb."

"And now?"

"What?"

"How do you see me now?" Hermione wondered aloud, interested in how much his opinions on her had changed.