To all the wizards I have loved before

Chapter 2

Sorry that last chapter was kinda short but I didn't want to make it extremely long. This chapter will be longer so enjoy! Love you all strange and unusual humans 💞
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Hermione resided in the back corner of Hogwart's library next to the restricted section. As a sixth year she was allowed in the famed restricted section, but Hermione had bigger things to sort out at the moment.

She feared her curiosity would get the better of her if she chose that section to take sanctuary in.

What she didn't understand was how anyone knew about her letters in the first place. She kept them in the secret compartment hidden within her trunk.

And if someone figured out about her love letters who would be cruel enough to send them out?
She didn't have many enemies, at least she thought she didn't.

"I don't understand." She whisper-yelled to herself, weaving her hands into her unbrushed reddish-brown curls.

"Oi! Granger!" A familiar voice wafted towards her and she turned to be met by a sneer.

She crossed her arms ready for a heated argument about the letter she wrote to him in third year, shortly after she had smacked his obnoxiously attractive face.

"What do you want Malfoy?" She nearly growled.

His smirk disappeared from his usually triumphant face. He stepped closer to her abnormally small frame.

"Why did you send me this?" Hermione's eyes flicked to the letter that had just appeared out of thin air.

She sighed in frustration. He would never believe the truth,
but it was all she had.

"I didn't send you that letter." She said simply.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly.
Of course he didn't believe her, she thought, she wouldn't believe her either.

"Fine, I'll put it this way, she tightened her crossed arms around her chest, "I wrote that letter - in third year mind you - but I had no intention of sending you that letter."

"Oh--"

But whatever he was going to say was drowned out by Ronald Bilius Weasley yelling for - you guessed it

"HERMIONE!"

Hermione groaned, but was still too terrified to face the youngest male Weasley.

So she did the most logical thing she could think of. She hid behind Malfoy.

Behind him she could see Ron nearing the corner. She had to do something to make him leave, anything. Then it came to her just as Ron stepped into close proximity.

Repulsed by her only possible conclusion, Hermione obeyed her panicked mind.

She whipped him around and pulled Draco Lucious Malfoy into a kiss.

She forgot why she was even kissing him but focused on that she was kissing him.

His lips seemed to fit perfectly against hers. His hands weaved themselves into her messy mane of curls and it was all the clever witch could do to prevent her own hands from letting go of his robes and exploring his anatomy.

Merlin, she was loosing it.

She opened her eyes slightly, peeking. All she saw was a furious Ron stomping out of the library.

Her body immediately relaxed. She pulled away from Draco as quickly as she had pulled him toward her.

Hermione barely caught a glimpse of the dazed look in his stormy grey eyes before she sprinted away and out of her favorite library.

She ran and ran, cold wind whipping her face and hair. She had managed to run out of the library and outside along the route to her favorite tree to study under in preparation to her previous exams.

Pure adrenaline seeped out of her panting form as she clambered down to the trees base.  Leaning against it's trunk, Hermione stopped to admire the beautiful Oak tree. It seemed bent over after years of supporting not only it's own weight but of those who leaned against the poor thing. But it was calming and welcoming, and it reminded Hermione of her grandfather.

Fragile looking, yet stable. And always welcoming, even in the dead of winter.

"I wish you were here right now Papa, she thought aloud, "you'd know what to do."

She sighed and looked down at her hands. She inspected them.

These hands had brewed potions, performed the most complicated of spells, and repotted mandrakes in her second year.

And today, they had pulled Draco Malfoy to her lips. Something she would never have done yesterday.

But what surprised and frightened her the most was that she,

Hermione Granger,

The girl lovestruck by Ronald Weasley just this morning

Had enjoyed every second of her kiss with the renowned ferret

In fact she had savored it.