SURPRISES | Draco Malfoy

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It was almost the end of the year. The O.W.L.s were coming up.

I had agreed to study with Hermione. Hermione and I talked a lot during the DA meetings.

We had the O.W.L.s next week. Of course we started studying way earlier, but not as much as now.

We had Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic and Divination.

We had studied for two hours. Then we got tired.

"You want to take a walk?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, sure. Let's go." I said.

We walked outside of the castle.

"Ron doesn't like me studying with you." Hermione said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"He thinks you're a nice person, but because you're in Slytherin 'you might have a bad influence on me'." She explained.

"He said that?" I laughed.

"Yeah." Hermione replied and also started laughing.

"There's not a single witch or wizard in Slytherin that isn't bad." Hermione mocked him. We were laughing more.

It took a while until we finally stopped laughing.

"You know, I think you and Draco make a good couple." Hermione said.

"You do? And why's that?" I asked.

"You two are just.. You have such a good bond. You spend so much time together, but at the same time you give each other the right amount of space. You know what you need without even talking about it. It's something most couples don't have." She explained.

I smiled. "I guess that's what you get when you know each other for almost your whole life."

Hermione nodded and smiled back.

"Well, this was fun. But I have to get back now. I'll see you tomorrow, right?" She said after a while.

"Yes!" I said and we parted ways.

. . .

A few days later I found myself in the astronomy tower. It was around 10 pm.

Today was Draco's birthday. I gave him his gift as soon as I saw him this morning.

But birthdays mean dances. And that's what still needed to happen.

After a few minutes Draco had arrived.

"Happy birthday." I whispered in his ear as I took his hand.

We danced. Like every year. Every birthday. We danced.

After the dance we sat down. Like we always do. And we watch the view, while making small talk. We talk about our day, the week and next week.

I rested my head on his shoulder, because I wanted to. And he softly brushed my hand with his thumb, because he wanted to.

I don't think we really think about the things we do when we're together. We just do it. We don't care what others think of us. They might think we're weird or stupid or even dumb. We don't care. All we care about is each other. And as long as we have each other, it's all ok.

As long as we hold onto each other, we'll survive. I know we will.

[a/n] love hermione 🫶🫶