To all the wizards I have loved before

Chapter 3

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Draco Malfoy just stood there.

He had just snogged her.

Hermione Granger.

He tried to piece together these words to form a stable thought, but he couldn't seem to put them together in a logical way.

He stiffened as a rather dreadful thought crossed his mind. Who was here? Who saw Granger grab him and snog the daylights out of him?

He wasn't complaining or anything....

But what if there were Slytherins in the library this morning? What if there were other Gryffindors than Hermione and the Weasel?

Draco suddenly sniggered. The Weasel had been heading towards them when Hermione had kissed him.

He didn't seem to be there anymore. Was he jealous? Why would he be? Isn't he dating that one girl Lily or something?

Confused Draco started to walk. He didn't exactly know where he was going other than where his legs were instinctively taking him. And if his reasoning was correct, to Granger.

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"Hermione?" A soft voice materialized out of thin air.

She jumped. That was the fourth time she had been yelled for by a wizard she wrote to. Well at least she wouldn't be getting any letters back from the famed Victor Krum anytime soon, she didn't think she could handle that much attention.

A dark skinned face appeared around the trunk of the old oak.
Dean Thomas. Of course.

Hermione managed a strained smile.

"Hi Dean!" She tried to act normal. Pleasantly surprised, not startled.

Dean frowned slightly. He moved around the tree fully and sat down next to her, leaving a comfortable space between them.

"I got your letter--" Was all he could say before Hermione burst out explanations.

"Look I'm really sorry about that. I wrote that last year. I didn't send it to you, someone else did. I don't know who. I hope--"

Dean chuckled, interrupting her ranting.

Hermione blushed beneath her dark skin. Now she was flustered and embarrassed. This day couldn't get any worse.

"It's okay. I understand...but you do know I'm gay, right?"

Hermione's mouth formed an 'O'.

"No, don't be ashamed. It's all right. I wouldn't reckon you'd know. Yeah, but me and Seamus started dating after I broke up with Ginny."

"Oh." Was all she could muster.

"Well I'll see you round...'Mione?" Dean's voice had a cautioned edge to it.

"Yeah, see you round, Dean." She smiled.

It wasn't forced, or strained. It wasn't embarrassed or flustered. It was a real smile. The first real smile she assembled that entire day.

And, she thought to herself as she watched Dean's retreating back, maybe, if I really keep my head on straight, I can sort through this mess.

Lost in her thoughts, Hermione proceeded to retire to Gryffindor tower.