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"I created this branch for you," I hum, eyes dipping over her neck and chest…”There would be no Non-Wizard Relations branch…without you… It was tailor made for you and only you. To give you exactly what you wanted."
…
"Next time," she whispers, "ask me if I want it."
And there's so many things I want to ask. So many things I already should have asked.
Can I kiss you.
Can I touch you here.
Can we continue.

She thinks I want her for her name? For her titles? She thinks I want the Golden Girl by my side, when all I’ve ever wanted was her.

I don’t know how long I can take this weak, unhappy, indecisive, unsuccessful, self conscious version of Hermione who has NO BACKBONE and is letting herself get gaslight by some random American wizard??? That’s not canon Hermione. If it doesn’t stop it DNF-ing.

“Fuck—don’t you get it?” he asks, his voice a plea as he inhales a shaky breath.

Sheer anguish pierces the silver of his eyes.

“You’re the sun, Granger," he says. "And I’ve already fallen.”

“So why are you telling me this now?”

“Because I saw him raise his wand when I ran over and I saw the betrayal on your face when you thought he purposely didn’t try to help you,” Amina explains. “Because he would have killed for you even if he hadn’t known the scorpion wasn’t venomous. Because all this, Hermione, means something. Even when you two convince yourselves it doesn’t.”

“So that’s it? To love another is to be violently destroyed? How will I know what kind of love I will get?”

Leena places her hands on either side of Hermione’s head and leans her cheek to the side of her temple. Her voice is gentle. A mother speaking to a child.

“Mektoub, my love. Whatever is written for you, that is what you will find.”

That's what I did, Granger," Malfoy croaks. "I begged for those birds only to kill them. I take things that should never be mine and I ruin them until there’s no going back. That is what I learned and that is where I come from. That is who I am.”

She thinks of how one day the moon will eventually drift away into oblivion, and fires and hurricanes will ravage the world and at the end of the world, Hermione will be far away from Malfoy, frozen to her soul. She thinks also how seventy years from now…forgotten as others once were forgotten, it'll be okay… she’ll have this one moment.

This moment, amongst all the other lost and found moments, with Malfoy.

“You will go to Cornerstone today and fix this.” She paces. “I have a book on reserve that I intended to pick up myself, but you will go instead.”

“Fix what? Mother, I have no idea what you’re on about.” I grab a shirt from its hanger. “What on earth gave you the impression that Granger and I are courting?”

She throws the paper on the ground.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Go to your office, enjoy your surprise, and I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”
…
Hermione blinked, about to ask who they were when the woman turned toward her, and Hermione was staring at the face of her mother.
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“Hermione?”…Her father was standing there.
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“Your hair is different.”

Hermione reached up and touched her hair, sleeked into large curls for court today. She remembered.

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I want to be your wife…And see you in the mornings, and marry you in the gazebo and – and rule the fucking world with you…
that’s all I’ve ever wanted…
When you ask me why I’ve done the things I have, I want to be able to say it’s because I love you… That everything has been for you. It’s never been about the ‘right thing to do.’
And I want to know you. I want to know everything about you.”

“I want to be with you…I want to date you. In public. Not just lunch in your office… I want to come out as a couple to M.C.G., and figure out what to do about the Love Contract and dating policies…
I want to go to dinner with you, and be photographed in the Prophet. And hold hands on the way to the Apparition point…I want to spend the night again – every night…

“Did you go to New York to forget about me?” she asked.

He looked back and forth between her eyes, and brushed his thumb across her lips.

“No,” he said. “To put you back in your box.”

"The business is more important than some insane classes, Draco!"

He grabbed her shoulders, just firm enough to press her against the brick.

"Nothing is more important than you."

“Let me clarify,” he said, stepping off the door. “Do you think you’ll be able to keep quiet,” he repeated, moving toward her, face relaxing slightly, and the smallest smirk tugging at his lips, “or do I need to silence the room.”

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"You... You shouldn't have told people I'd be heading up this branch without knowing for sure."

"I created this branch for you," he whispered, and she watched his eyes flicker over her while she tried to catch her breath. "There would be no Non-Wizard Relations branch of Malfoy Consulting without you. It was tailor made for you and only you. To give you exactly what you wanted."

“Buying a Halloween gift for someone?”

Hermione took a breath and begged her fingers to cooperate as they spun around the small wrapped book.

“Yes,” Draco said. “Someone special to me.”

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To my Saturday girl

If you need a dictionary for this, the harpy at Cornerstone Books said she’d gladly provide it.

D.M.

“Ginny.” She slammed the door to their flat and Ginny looked up at her from the couch. “I’d like to date.”

Ginny chewed her grilled cheese, swallowed, and said, “That’s very kind, Hermione, but I’m seeing Harry right now. Maybe if we break up?”


LOL Ginny you’re funny