remember me [dramione] ✔️

Chapter 36 || Year 6

Hermione's POV-

We walked into Madam Malkin's robe shop - Harry, Ron and I - the each of us needing new robes for the upcoming school year. The three of us walked further into the store, stopping when we heard that all too familiar voice echo around us.

"... not a child, in case you haven't noticed, Mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone."

I almost smiled at that, only stopping myself when I knew I would have some explaining to do to Harry and Ron. I caught a glimpse of his almost white hair but did nothing more, staying beside my two best friends sides as I observed him from behind the shelves.

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" He hissed, causing me to roll my eyes and walk into view, despite Ron's attempts to pull me back; ignoring the small sparks that flew up my arm when he grabbed it softly, even though I didn't believe that my feelings for the Weasley were anything important, and that it was just a phase from after I dated Fred last school year.

Draco's looked over at us and a leer crossed his face; his eyes lingered on the two boys next to me, narrowing his light grey eyes, before his gaze landed on me.

"If your wondering what that smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in," He said in a low voice to his tall mother, her face smooth and her blonde hair falling graciously down her back. Overall, she was an absolute beauty; it was no wonder why the platinum-blonde Slytherin standing beside her had the good looks he had.

I didn't take his insult as an offence, telling myself that he was only saying it to keep up his Malfoy reputation in front of his mother, but something about that unnerving glare of his screamed a different story; his menacing eyes almost sending shivers down my spine as a smirk grew on his face, almost as is he could read my every thought.

"I don't think there's any need for language like that!" Madam Malkin said frowning, causing all our heads to turn to the woman holding a tape measurer and her wand, "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either!"

The robe maker was staring at Harry and Ron who both had their wands out, aiming at Draco. I groaned inwardly as I took a step forward, the both of them somehow stepping forward without my notice.

"No, don't, honestly, it's not worth it ..." I whispered to them sharply.

"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," Draco sneered.

I rolled my eyes, about to retort something when his gaze stopped me in my tracks completely, almost as if I were frozen. He walked up to me, a slight swagger in his step, the sneer not once leaving his sharp features. Once he was standing directly in front of me and I made no signs of movement, he brought his hand up to my face and ran two of his fingers along my bruised eye. I could feel my breath hitch in my throat and my body physically tense - his touch, so gentle and caressing, but all I felt was the hatred he had, most likely for me, seep slowly into my body, evil radiating off him, his whole aurora changed in a matter of two and a half months.

"Who blacked your eye, Granger," Draco asked, voice soft but so harsh.

My mind finally began to process thoughts and come back to its senses when he spoke, and a low growl formed in my chest. I slapped his hand away, casting him the most hateful glare I could muster.

"I want to send them flowers," He continued, smirking darkly.

I tried to lunge forward at him, a thing I normally wouldn't do unless I was severely pissed off, but that's exactly how I was, and I was just thankful for Ron who was there behind me, pulling me back.