(After war, Hermione wasn't a head since she missed a whole year and Draco wasn't one either because of the death eater stuff)
In their seventh year, Hermione and Draco were behind classes. Both had missed a year. Hermione because of Horcrux hunting and Draco with the death eater stuff he was forced into.
McGonagall thought it would be great for the two students to catch up together on those classes. Since they were both very bright, it only took them five study sessions. They had them every Monday night at eight pm.
Their friends knew about those sessions as McGonagall had told them in front of the whole class. But during those five sessions, they got to know each other and became friends. Nobody knew that though.
So after those five sessions they kept meeting, this time not in the library but at the Astronomy Tower. Every Monday at eight pm, you could find them there.
Even after they graduated, they met up once a week. They prefered meeting on Monday at eight pm to keep the tradition up.
So even after two years they still met up, every Monday at eight pm, at a muggle cafe near Hermione's place. He'd walk her home like he used to walk her to the Gryffindor common room.
But today was different. He sat at their usual table, waiting for her. It was already eight thirty. She had stood him up for the first time in three years. And let today just be their 'anniversary' of their friendship.
He walked out at nine. He felt hurt and abandoned. He had a crush on her, on his best girl friend. And she had stood him up.
Suddenly his phone rang. He looked at the caller's ID. 'Mia'. He picked up after he sighed deeply. "Why are you calling? You could've showed up instead." He said angrily.
"Dray? Come to my apartment. Fast. Please. Please." She begged him. He heard her breathing deeply between her words, and it got worse every word she said.
"Mia? Are you alright?" He got no answer. "MIA?!" Again all he got was silence. Without ending the call, he started running towards her apartment.
When he arrived there, he opened the door. She'd given him the key, just in case something ever happened. He entered and saw her apartment in a mess, that wasn't anything like her. He remembered he was still on the phone with her, so he started calling out for her through his phone, trying to locate her.
He followed his own voice upstairs, his hand ready on his wand, ready to defend himself and Hermione. He walked inside her bedroom, seeing her phone. It was laying next to the bed, with a bit of blood on it. Next to it was a bloody hand and all he could hope for was that it wasn't her.
Draco ran over to the person and to his great horror it was Hermione. He gave her a quick look and saw that she was stabbed in her stomach, rather deep.
He was a healer so he got to work and started healing her. He tried to stop the bleeding while closing the wound. He was lucky, as was she, it was a muggle who did this, so magic could solve the problem easier. Draco fixed the wound quickly with magic and put her in her bed. He put five shield charms around her and put wars around her apartment.
He went to the guest bedroom and slept there
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He got up and walked over to her bedroom. She was still asleep. He walked to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for her after owling his boss he wouldn't be at St-Mungos today. He put the breakfast on a plate and walked towards her room again.
He shook her awake lightly, careful not to hurt her more than she already was. She stirred but opened her eyes after a little while. She seemed to remember what had happened yesterday's evening and sat up.
"Thank you, Draco" Hermione sighed and hugged him.
"How did you know it was me?"
"You're the only one that knew I was in trouble." He chuckled and smiled.
"I thought you stood me up, honestly." He says with a grin. "Stupid really, if you would, it would've happened at Hogwarts"
"Yes, you are. Really. I met you every monday night for exactly three years and exactly three years after we became friends you think I stood you up."
"You remember?"
"You really thought I forgot? It's the day exactly in the middle between our birthdays? You think I forgot the twentieth of January? (I counted it out, you can check.)"
"You counted it out?"
"Of course I did. I'm Hermione Granger, Mione for friends, Mia for you, a bookworm for strangers." He grinned.
"You know how I got that nickname for you?"
"No, you never told me."
"Let's just say in the period we became friends, I had this little crush on you and I am friends with an Italian."
"Wait... You had a crush on me?"
"Yes, I did." He said grinning widely.
"And Mia means mine in Italian. Why do you still call me Mia?!" He gave her an unimpressed glance. "No way, you still have a crush on me?!?"
"Yes way, is it that hard to believe?"
"Yes but let's just say I'm happy about it."
"Why?"
"Now you've given me two reasons to call you stupid. Close your eyes." He obediently closed his eyes. A few moments later he felt a warm breath against his lips.
"Mia?" He asked, anxiously, his eyes still closed.
"Let's just say the feeling is mutual." Before he could register what was happening, she kissed him. Positively surprised, he kissed her back.
