Infinite (dramione) // HIATUS //

12.

Sat in her office, working on the upcoming conferences for the Ministry, Hermione snapped her head towards the sound of a owl hooting towards her right. There, sat a white owl, so much like Hedwig. Recongintion flickered in her mind. It was Harry's new owl he'd bought as a sad reminder of his owl bestfriend. But what confused her was the two of them weren't in good terms, so why was he sending her a letter?

Maybe he sent it by accident?

"Trowit," She whispered. The owl, as if responding to her confusion, preached itself on her shoulder. It hooted again and held out it's foot. A rolled up letter was tied around its foot.

She gently untied the letter offf it owl's leg. Tearing it open, the first thing she saw was that her question was answered; it was addressed to her.

Dear Hermione,

It's been long since we've actually had a chat. Ginny and I've been wondering if we could meet and talk the misunderstanding between us. It would be great if you could stop by at the Burrowing after work.

I promise it would be us three only.

Yours Sincerely,

Harry Potter.

Sighing loudly while reading the wording apparently written by her former bestfriend, Hermione picked up a fresh piece of paper and her quil.

She bit the back of the quil as she thought about what to write. It was true; Harry, Hermione and Ginny had to talk. The misunderstanding between them was going to far and  Hermione felt like it was sort of her fault. Maybe she could bring peace between the three.

Dipping her quil into black ink, she wrote,

Dear Harry,

You're right. I'll be there at around six.

Love,

Hermione Granger.

Tying a ribbon around the letter, she tied it around Trowit's foot aswell. She gave the owl some bits of treats from her compartment. Hedwig pecked her finger affectionately before flying off towards the other section of the Ministry.

Hermione got back to work, only half concentrating now. Her mind making multiple different scenarios of how her chat with her former friends would go.

* * * *

"Granger, what's gotten your knicker in a twister?" Draco walked into Hermione's room. He'd seen the clothing messy when he'd entered the house. Somehow it'd gotten him curious to see the greatest Hermione Granger being stressed.

But as soon as he'd entered the room a wet piece of clothing was thrown at his face. Draco huffed and threw the shirt away from him in disgust.

"Did you just throw a sweaty shirt at me?" Hermione smirked at the disgust in his voice.

"Did you just throw a sweat shirt at me?" Hermione mimiked in a baby's  voice. The blondie stood by the door with his mouth open and eyebrows knitted.

"Real mature, Granger." His eyes narorwed at the purple shirt he'd just thrown down.

When Hermione had seen his eyes and concentration on her sweaty shirt, she grabbed another from her bundle of dirty clothes. She picked the shirt she'd worn to work and threw it at him with perfect aim. It landed on Draco's hair.

"What the f-"

"No swearing in the house!" Tessa yelled in amusement. She smacked Draco at the back of his head with the wooden spoon clutched in her hand.