When the Volturi attack, Hermione and Bella stand together. Both sides shocked by the others' secret lives, battles are fought and friendships are made.
oof, i wrote this when i was eleven
Hermione put a piece of buttered toast in her mouth and chewed slowly as she waited for Draco to come downstairs. She had received texts from Bella about the houses earlier, and she sent Bella her choice of house. It was near Bella and her family, so they could go to them in case they needed help. The house itself was a vintage beauty. Quite small compared to Malfoy Manor, but big enough for the two of them. She hoped Draco would like it.
Just a few minutes later, he walked into the dining room. He waltzed towards her and kissed her lips, then sat down. "Ivy!" he called. "Breakfast." Soon, a house elf appeared with a large plate full of bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, muffins, and apple slices.
"Draco," she warned.
"Thanks, Ivy," he said, sighing.
"Oh, no problem at all, sir," the house elf exclaimed, "none at all! Ivy is here to serve her masters." Then, she disappeared with a crack.
"Draco," Hermione started, but was soon interrupted by him.
"Oh, I know, I know, I should say please and thank you, I won't forget next time," he said.
She smiled, then replied. "Although that is an extremely good idea, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Um, I was actually thinking about moving."
"Moving?"
"Yes," she said. "Your nightmares. They've been getting worse and worse; you said so yourself. And you know the therapist said that a change in scenery would help a lot."
"How would she even know," Draco grumbled. "She's a muggle."
He looked up to see Hermione's disapproving glare.
"No, no," Draco backtracked. "I didn't mean it that way. I was—it's just— she's a muggle, alright? And she doesn't understand what the war was like. She thinks that my nightmare are about muggle gangs."
"I know she doesn't know what we actually went through. But it's good advice. Getting away from England, even if it's a short while, could be very beneficial.
"I'm busy at the ministry," Draco sighed. "The others already think I'm not trustworthy. If I stop going to work, I won't even have a job."
"Marcela is in charge, and she likes you," Hermione reasoned. "And if anyone tries to fire you, I will go over there myself. You can work from home, can't you?"
"Oh, Merlin."
Draco knew that there was no point in arguing with her.
"I'm going to assume that was a yes."
"No it wasn't."
"I think it was, Draco," Hermione teased.
"Alright, fine," he huffed jokingly. "Finish your breakfast. I'll try to sort things out with Marcela and get some time off."
"When will you be back?" Hermione asked.
"Noon," he said. "We can go out for lunch, right?"
"Alright. I have a meeting, but I'll get out by then."
"I'll see you soon, baby."
They exchanged kisses on their cheeks before leaving for work.
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