Chapter 9: Snooping

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Chapter 9: Snooping

Notes:

A little early for this update BUT it is Hermione Granger's birthday! How could I not post a chapter?!

I have a solid 10 chapters ahead in writing and have thus decided that every time I finish writing a chapter, I will post another. So that may be daily or every few days... just depends on how much writing I am able to get in!

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Thanks SweetLilBullet for everything you've done for this story!!


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Chapter Text

An envelope with tiny a red dragon seal found its way to Hermione’s desk by the end of the week and she smiled at the familiar sigil.

Charlie.

She opened it and inside she found a magical photograph of Charlie with three pot bellied baby Dragons perching on his limbs. One of them repeatedly puffed out a small burst of flames and Charlie yelped each time.

She brought her fingers up to her lips and smiled at the sweet photograph. She laid it down and grabbed the included letter.

Hermione,

Wanted to give you an update on the babies. They are doing well and settling into life at the Sanctuary. We found a den and 4 hatchlings have been safely returned to their mothers.

These three mischief makers appear to be triplets and are with us for now. Causing a ruckus and driving Annie up the wall.

Annie misses you. So do I.

X -

Charlie

She bit her lip at his sweet words and wondered idly what he might be up to. She picked up the photograph again and paired it with the letter, staring at the pair of them.

Maybe.

Maybe when she was finished fixing what Malfoy broke.

A knock on her door made her jump and she looked up to see Malfoy standing there in an expensive suit. She set the photo and letter down and stood clumsily.

“Got a minute? I was just leaving the Auror Department and wanted to touch base with you on a few things.”

“Of course,” she stammered and gestured to the chair across from her.

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