Hermione's POV
I woke up the next morning with a jolt realising what today was. Draco. I groaned as I brushed my hair and teeth and put on a red , spaghetti dress which came mid thigh which stuck nicely to my curves but after my waist pleated out like a skirt. I put on some makeup. I just thought maybe Draco and I could start again you know, as friends. Without the fights. The past is past.
I put on a long black winter coat since it was still cold outside. I descended the stairs.
"Good morning Hermione" Draco beamed. Did he just say my name properly?
"Good morning Draco. Oh my! Haven't we changed." I replied teasingly
"We I just thought maybe Both of us could start again you know, as friends of course nothing else"he said sheepishly.
"Sounds good" I said.
"Still the same snob" he smirked.
I scowled at him. "You git. Just 2 minutes ago, you said you wanted to be friends and look how far you got with that?" I raised my eyebrows.
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Yours For Eternity ( a dramione fanfic)
RomanceIt wasn't until he'd met Hermione that he was happy. But will that happiness last for long? There isn't much hope to salvage from a world of obsession and hate.
