When Love Hurts | Dramione - COMPLETED

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Golden decorations decorated the Great Hall, twinkling softly in the light. All the tables had disappeared, replaced with a solid black floor. All the students had gathered in the hall, mingling with each other until 12:00. 

Hermione hurried over with four glasses of sparking grape juice cradled carefully against her. "Happy New Year, guys!"

Ginny took two glasses and gave one to Harry. "It's only 11:56, 'Mione."

"I know!" Hermione gave one glass to Draco. "Four more minutes!"

"New year, new war," Draco raised his glass. "Raise a glass to freedom." 

The four glanced at each other and clinked glasses. "Let's hope the anti-pills work," Hermione sighed after a sip of juice. 

Harry and Ginny exchanged a quick glance. "It will," Harry quickly assured her. 

"Three!" Hermione squealed. 

After a minute of awkward silence and finishing their drinks, Draco spoke up. "This is taking forever. How many more minutes?"

"Two," Ginny groaned. "Can time please go faster?"

"Hey, hey, hey," Hermione scolded. "Be a little happier! It's a new year, new us, new - "

"59, 58, 57!" 

A chant interrupted Hermione's rant. The four turned towards the huge, lit up timer in the middle, with all the students crowded around it. 

"40, 39, 38!"

"I cannot believe that the year is over and the world still ending," Draco muttered.

"Happy thoughts," Hermione reminded him. 

"20, 19, 18!"

"Okay, I'm in a slightly better mood," Ginny perked up. She pushed her glass into Harry's hands are enthusiastically jumped up and down. "10, 9, 8!" She screamed, making a few Ravenclaws glance their way. "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS - "

"Gin!" Harry brought Ginny back to the countdown. 

"3, 2, 1!"

"Happy New Year!" Hermione squealed, grabbing Draco's hand. 

Draco laughed. "Happy New Year, Mia." He kissed her softly, smiling. 

"Oh, bad time?"

Gideon Prewett was standing behind them awkwardly, holding a glass of juice. "Uh, we have to check on the potion."

"Hang on, you told him?" Harry interrupted. "Why?"

"We need someone to check on the potion when we can't," Hermione quickly explained. "And he's trustworthy, don't worry."

"No, no, no," Ginny cut them off. "No more talk of saving the world and potions. Depressing. Depressing. Not for me. Come on, guys! New year! Let's get drunk."

"Ginny," Hermione said slowly. "You're, like, 15."

"Yeah, yes," Ginny laughed. "But someone snuck in some butterbeer instead of this bloody awful grape thing, and I'm trying to make us feel happier and everything so off we go! Come on!"

Hermione grabbed her glass and glanced at the other four. "Well, a little fun couldn't hurt."

"Let's do it!" Ginny grinned. 

"After we check on the potion!"

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"All 5th years and above, please report to the Great Hall immediately."