I'm (Not) Yours

(8)

Hermione rolled her cramped neck for the thousandth time

The door to her office opened and Charlie Weasley walked in with a smile on his face and a bottle of firewhiskey in his hands

"Have I told you just how much I love you?"

Charlie placed the bottle on the desk and slowly pulled out a file

"No!" She whined as she saw the brown paper,"why?!"

Charlie shrugged ashamedly

"You know the ministry is backtracking the transfer, hence the paperwork"

"Yes but I have to do the paperwork" she said as he uncorked the bottle

"The head position is still open, and Finn is hoping for you to replace me"

Hermione sighed

"I can't" she whispered softly

"Why?"

"Charlie—"

"You're good, you have a love for the dragons and you're good, you should take it, work where your voices will be heard" he said

Hermione sighed and took a swing from the bottle

"Charlie—"

"Is it because of Malfoy?" Charlie asked

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"No...it's not because of him, it's because of me, I don't want to live far away from my friends and family, it's the same reason as to why you're moving to Scotland, to be closer to your family...the whole year during the war...I was away from the only family I had, my parents..."

Hermione choked up

She took another swing from the bottle

"I don't want to leave" she whispered "so I'm not"

She opened the file and saw a bunch of stuff that she couldn't even understand

"Okay...forget I asked"

She nodded mutely

"I'll see you around?" Charlie asked

Hermione nodded and Charlie made his way out

Hermione turned to the files and decided to crash on her office couch like every other day. She pulled out her duffle bag and changed from her office clothes into the baggiest sweatpants she had and into a sweater she had stolen from Draco

Her bra has come off and her heels got traded in for a pair of fluffy slippers

Hermione began to work even though her eyelids were drooping

She missed the door opening and closing

"Okay, time to get you to stop"

Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy walking up to her

"No—"

He removed the letters and walked around the desk. He ignored her protests as he hauled her up and carried her to the pull-out couch which he had magicked to be made

"You're insufferable" she spat as he tucked her into the somewhat comfortable bed

Draco crawled in with her and spooned her into his chest

"Malfoy, I have to work!"

"No, you have to sleep"

"Malfoy—"

"Is sleeping, something Granger should be doing considering she's the one that works"

Hermione glared at the ceiling for another hour before she started yawning nonstop and snuggled closer to Draco's side. Her head found its way into the crook of his neck and she sighed contentedly