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1000 pages, ebook
First published November 24, 2020
How did he look?� Ginny’s question broke through her reminiscence. Lonely. Thin. Tired. Broken, but trying. Exactly like me
“You would carry around monogrammed handkerchiefs,� she chuckled and finally managed to remove the ink. Draco rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
“Well of course, Granger, I’m a gentleman.�
Hermione snorted. “More like trust-fund brat.�
“Careful, peasant, or I shan’t ever lend you my coveted kerchief ever again.�
Hermione laughed and held it back out to him. “Here, unless you want me to wash it first?�
Draco waved a hand imperiously. “Trust-fund brat, remember? I could have several sails made from my stockpile. Keep it as a reminder of my chivalry.�
“You should have let me pay,� he frowned, annoyed that she wasn’t letting him display any sort of chivalry. She waved his statement away.
“No, you got the tickets tonight and you paid for the ballet. Besides, I need to keep building my credit in the Muggle world. You rob Gringotts one time and they constantly treat you like a criminal every time you need to visit your vault…�
Draco laughed at the image of Hermione being harassed by a group of security goblins. “Come on then thief, we don’t want you accused of purloining the silverware tonight.�
Hermione slumped against the wall of the pantry cupboard and put her hands over her face. “Am I constantly giving off vibes that I am a pathetic and lonely spinster?�
“No more than I’m giving off the vibe of pathetic and lonely bachelor without a woman to take care of him,� Charlie responded wryly.
Hermione snuck a peek at him through her hands and let out a laugh. “I suppose I should break the news once again to your mother that despite this lovely time together in the pantry, we did not emerge engaged.�
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Your mother just tried to trap me in a cupboard with Charlie. She also saw me hug him and I’m pretty sure is now setting a date for our wedding,� Hermione wryly reported to Ginny, who grimaced. Hermione grinned wickedly to herself and thanked several deities that Molly and Arthur Weasley had continued reproducing until they reached Ginny.
“You just missed Harry,� Hermione said from her spot on the couch.
“You say that like I wanted to see his face.�
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Mmhmm. You can snark all you like, but I know you two are close to friendly these days.�
Draco scowled. “I think my ‘Potter Stinks� badges need to come out of storage.�
“Potter, take your wife off my hands and for Salazar’s sake, learn to dance a proper waltz yourself,� he hissed and quite literally handed Ginny to Harry.
“Oh thank you for indulging me Sir Malfoy, I’m all of a flutter,� she gasped dramatically and sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead. Harry only encouraged her by snickering and Draco suspected the Boy Who Lived was well on his way to being the Man Who Tossed His Dinner into the Hogwarts Shrubbery After One Too Many Whiskys.
"So you were enemies at school, what changed?" inquired Sasha.
War. Torture. Death. Destruction. Addiction. Redemption. Friendship. Love.
Draco turned to Hermione in a panic, but she only smiled up at him, the cold dread that had seemed to seep into his soul burned away by the warmth in her eyes. She was a living, breathing Patronus, chasing away the darkness that wanted to consume him.
"We did," she said simply.