The Dying Flower

40| Under the Almond Tree

"You were looking for me?"

Harry and Hermione both broke from their hug, Hermione turned and leaning on the wall down the hall was Ron with a frown on his lips.

Hermione slowly reached for her wand in her pocket, trying not to make it obvious that she is armed. She took a deep breath as Ron walked to them, his frown turned into a smirk once he noticed Hermione's hand in her pocket.

"I won't hurt you 'Mione," Ron said with his hands up.

"Don't call me that!" Hermione said fiercely gripping her wand tighter.

"I can c-" He stopped himself, because Harry coughed making Ron realized that it's no just him and Hermione. "So why were you looking for me?"

Harry smiled up at Ron. "I need to have a word with you, is that okay?

"Yeah," Ron groaned while rolling his eyes.

"Why don't all three of us talk to each other for old times sake?" Harry beamed, Hermione wanted to ague, but Harry's face was full of life and she never seen him so happy before. She couldn't say no to him, that is if she wants to make his joy disappear.

"Sure," Hermione agreed loosening her grip on her wand.

"Really?" Harry said with his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, for old times sake," Hermione smiled, Harry's smile grew bigger and then he grabbed her and Ron's hand.

"I know a prefect spot to talk," Harry said and dragged his two childhood best friends outside.

A small breeze pushed against Hermione as she was dragged down a hill with Ron. The breeze made her hair fly and it flu right in Ron's face, she snickered as he cursed under his breath. Harry was still pulling them, but stopped when they where under a small almond tree. He gestured them to sit as he sat on the green grass around the tree that was magically not covered in snow.

"How did you find this tree?" Hermione asked as she sat on the grassy earth.

Blush started to appear on Harry's face as she asked. "Well me and Ginny found it when we wanted some alone time."     

"Oh," Hermione said while pulling small white flowers that fell from the tree out of her hair, trying not to make eye contact with the two Gryffindor boys.

"Come on lets get this over with," Ron sighed as he sat on the ground, but farther away from Hermione and Harry.

"What's the rush? Dinner is not until six and it is," Hermione looked down at her watch," only four thirty. So we can talk for about an hour."

"Brilliant," Harry said and crossed his legs, he placed his elbows on his knees and rested his head on his hands. "So the first thing that I want to ask is...Hermione, have you and Draco snogged yet?"

Hermione's eyes widen when he ask her, blush started to grow in her cheeks.

Ron made a gagging noise, and said "why are you asking that Harry? That is just gross and it is not important."

"Gasp," Harry said while placing his hand over his mouth. "How could you say that Ron? It is important."

"How?"

"You see if she and he snogged that means that our little Hermione Gr- wait no-Malfoy is all grown up," Harry teased while squeezing Hermione's cheek, she slapped his hand making him stop.

"I've been grown up," Hermione huffed with her nose in the air.

"Sure," Harry said making the s long.