To all the wizards I have loved before

Chapter 14

Hey beautiful humans 😍!! I'm so so grateful for you all. I just wanted you to know!! Without you this story wouldn't be possible and nobody would have discovered my interpretation of Dramione as a ship. Thank you so much ❤️ anyways this chapter will be in both Hermione's and Draco's point of view so enjoy and I love you all strange and unusual humans 💞
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Hermione Granger felt ill.

She barely managed to come to meals, much less stomach the food served during them.

She hadn't slept in almost three weeks, and she could barely keep up with studying for exams that would start in only two months.

Hermione had given up on debunking the excuses Draco gave her for the few instances he didn't attend lessons with her.

She was trying her hardest not to give into him completely. But it was a right challenge.

Draco would sneak off to continue the "project" he'd claimed to have been working on completing since last summer holiday. She wouldn't hear from him for hours, sometimes days. Then he'd appear in her private dormitory she had asked for shortly before the fall holidays, sorry for something he refused to reveal.

It was excruciating for the witch in all aspects, especially when it became her duty of a sorts to comfort Draco in these instances.

She was beginning to fall for him, and she was no longer emotionally capable of cushioning herself if and when she hit rock bottom.

Surely he could never love her.

Draco could never develop, much less admit to having feelings for the bookworm ish, frizzy haired mess that was Hermione Granger beyond friendship.

Hermione Granger was simply unloveable. Even Ronald Bilius Weasley had rejected her, she thought, how could anyone love her?

She was a horrid excuse for a witch, for a being. No one could love her, certainly, she thought, not someone as painfully perfect and beautiful as Draco.

Scowling in quiet resentment, Hermione Granger proceeded to pack her trunk for the Hogsmeade weekend to come.

Being the overachiever that she was, Hermione was packing two days prior to the retreat like trip for all sixth years.

She pitied other female sixth years or rather their trunks, which would seem to be on the verge of bursting if not for several charms and enchantments.

She had her purse. A purse she had charmed to hold anything and everything without so much as a strain for the young witch to carry.

Having only just charmed the purse, Hermione was skeptical about how well it would hold.

But so far it seemed to hold everything she needed.

Maybe it could be useful beyond such trips.

Hermione was broken from her thoughts as a knock sounded from the entrance of her private dormitory.

Curious as to how Draco could be early for their meeting, Hermione cautiously opened the old oak door of the entrance.

And behind the poor, beautiful door was the last and first person Hermione wanted to speak with.

"Hello Ronald, Hermione spoke in a cool voice in attempt to conceal her shock, "come through your girlfriend's demands or your own?"

Ron seemed to avoid her eyes at all costs.

"My own." He squeaked in reply.

He seemed smaller now. Ron was still the same size, but he seemed to shrink away from her gaze.