Fierce and feisty

Patrols

Hermione walked down the Ministry corridor. The section of Aurors and Memory-Experts she was looking for was at the end of this long path. Her trot was interrupted by the sound of moans coming from a room. She edged towards the slightly opened door, her wand at the ready. She was prepared to face anything, she just did not expect this even in her most horrifying fantasies.

She saw Ron sitting there on the table, shagging a blue-haired little woman, whose shirt and skirt were crinkled unappreciatively. Hermione was stilled to the bone, she could not recognize the feelings flowing through her. As Ron thrust into the bird, Hermione came back to herself and quietly shut the door. Apparently they still hadn't seen her or heard the door shut.

A throat was cleared behind her, and Hermione jumped around to see Harry looking gravely at her. Hermione squeezed her eyes tight to vanish the moistening, and then opened them again with a small smile on her face and threw her arms around Harry.

Harry was in great agony to see Hermione like this, but he knew that she didn't want to talk about it. Thus, he took the more significant approach, "Hermione. I was just in the with the Memory-Experts."

Hermione was glad Harry understood her so well and followed the conversation, "Yes, I was just heading there. How have you been?"

"Oh fine. Your parents are spotted, in um, Australia and we are working on the potion. Anyways, how's it going at school?"

Hermione and Harry chatted as they entered through the last door and walked to the Deputy Head Auror there. Harry put his arm around Hermione as they were gestured inside.

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Draco sat wearing a dark blue, almost black jumper, as he wrote a letter to his Mother. He was seated right in front of the fireplace on the couch when it roared to green flames. Granger stumbled out of the fireplace, her robes covered in soot, an irritated expression on her face. She kept mumbling nonsense under her breath, before her eyes widened comically and she glanced around the room. She stilled as her gaze landed on Draco, who was still playing indifferent to her, but had an amused eyebrow quirked.

Granger looked like she was in no less a dilemma. Draco could very well guess it would be her vanishing from the premises McGonagall had told her to hide from others, or more specifically, from him. He thought to ease her troubles, and smirking, got up and sent his letter by his personal Malfoy owl in the room.

"Um... M-M-Malfoy? Hi," Granger mumbled as Draco turned around feigning surprise and finally acknowledging her presence in the room.

"Well, Granger, look at you! All in soot. Had I not known better, I would have thought you're flooing what with the green flames and all. Where have you been?" He grinned wide at her, as she opened her mouth to answer. He watched smugly as her mouth opened and closed adorably a few times.

"I haven't got all day,"Draco rolled his eyes, "Leave it. Let's go."

"G-go where?" Granger wondered aloud.

Draco gave her a look as if that was obvious, at least it should be for her! She was Hermione Granger, for Merlin's sake. He could see the memory-wheels turning in her head as she tried to recall about that day's patrols.

"Well, let me help you here. I was sitting in the Prefects' meeting, discussing some school-stuff-nonsense, when that little wet-his-pants Hufflepuff complained about some harmless prank by Peeves that happened to him that Sunday. I don't the hell know what came into you but, you proposed the ridiculous idea of Sunday patrols. None of the idiots were free, schedules were full, and you took it on the Heads to see this patrol through. And last I checked, today is a- "