Forever and Always<3

Chapter Four: Spin and Twirl

8. I want to go ice skating.

"Ferret, can you be a good gentleman and open my music box for me?" Hermione asked, head buried in a book – Hogwarts: A History; Second Edition to be exact.

A few weeks after the release of her book, Hogwarts: A History; Second Edition by Hermione Granger was an instant best-seller. They were able to sell a hundred million copies all over the Wizarding World. Of course, being the author, the brunette was ecstatic.

Now, the ex-Gryffindor and ex-Slytherin were in Hermione's bedroom. The brunette was sitting on top of her bed, head buried in her book. Draco, on the other hand, was lying on the brunette's bed. He was hugging her ferret stuffed toy tightly against his chest. Apparently, he was taking a nap.

"Draco," the brunette said, shaking him awake with her eyes still glued on her book. "Come on. Please do it for me."

The blond shifted on her bed and glared up the brunette. "Granger, I'm taking a nap here!" he growled angrily.

"Well, you're awake now," she pointed out, eyes landing on his stretched out form. "So, please open my music box."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" he snapped, burying his head under the stuffed toy.

Hermione kicked him in the ribs. The blond, shooting daggers, begrudgingly moved into a sitting position while nursing his painful ribs. "I'm going to kick you out of my room if you don't do what I want you to do!" she threatened him, wagging her finger.

Draco rolled his eyes and buried his head in between his hands. "Am I a bloody murderer in my past life, Merlin?! Because, you sure are punishing me mercilessly right now!" he exclaimed as he threw his arms up in the air.

Unable to contain it, the brunette softly giggled. "Oh come on, you're being so dramatic," she told him. "Come on, just open my damn music box and everything will be all right."

"You know, Beaver," the blond said, his bare feet now touching the ground. "If you cursed every day, I might have followed all of your orders. I can't believe that you weren't placed in Slytherin. You're more suited to my House than bloody Gryffindors who don't even know the difference between bravery and stupidity."

Hermione scowled. "I'd kill myself if I was placed in Slytherin," she told him.

"Well then, why are you mingling with one?" the blond asked, now fully standing. He was gesturing to himself, a small smirk playing on his lips.

The brunette clutched her ferret stuffed toy and threw it to the blond's face. "Quit it, will you?" she asked. "We're twenty-five-years-old, Draco, for goodness' sake! We should be scoffing at the ridiculousness of house rivalry now!"

Draco rolled his eyes and walked towards her desk. Her music box was currently on top of it. "Who's being dramatic now?" he asked.

Hermione only scowled at him. When Draco opened her music box, Hermione smiled. That song playing, her favorite song, would really soothe her no matter how big her problem was.

"Hermione, I have a question," the blond said as he sat down on the brunette's bed again. He picked up the ferret on the floor and placed it back on her bed.

"Yeah?"

"Why does your music box have an ice skater?" he asked. Hermione looked up from her book, quirking one eyebrow up. "I mean, you know that Mother has one. And her music box has a ballerina. I'd seen a lot of music boxes before and all of them have a ballerina."

She closed her book (after marking the page where she had left) and released a huge sigh. "Well, my music box actually came from my Mother."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that's new. I never knew that," he told her, scooting closer to the brunette.