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Here\'s Chapter Seven, Enjoy.

Hermione climbed out of Draco’s bed at got dressed and went to the bathroom. Lucky she had her wand, she took it out and said a spell to made her brush appear out of no where. She ran it threw her hair a few times. Saying a different spell and the brush was gone. Hermione looked herself over in the mirror and then at the clock hanging on the wall in Draco’s room. It was now 9:30 in the evening. ‘Shit, I need to go.’ Hermione thought to herself as she grabbed her purse. When Hermione re-entered the room Draco was sitting causally on one of his many couch’s just looking into the fire. Hermione walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. Draco’s reaction threw her off, he pushed her hand off his shoulder and stuck out a pot. It had floo pouter in it. Hermione grabbed some and threw it into the fire, stepping into the flames she looked back at him and he turned away. With a frown she said “The Burrow” and with that she was gone.

Draco just sat there staring at the spot she was just standing, millions of things running threw his mind faster then he could catch one. He glared at the flames. ‘There is no way I can have feelings for Granger. I can’t, my family would disapprove.’ now that was an understatement. His father would kill her. ‘Damn, father and his beliefs.’ Draco scolded his father. Draco had changed very much over the past years, knowing very much that his father would not be happy. With that thought it made Draco smile, Draco and His father were not getting along at the moment. Draco was having second thought about becoming a Death-Eater, And now with all these new thoughts about Hermione swimming is his mind made him not want it even more. Draco could still smell her rich lavender smell. And could still taste her sweet nectar. ‘I’m losing it.’ Draco thought shacking his head a little. Just as he was starting to get up he heard a tapping at the window.

He looked over and saw a brown owl sitting on the sill. Draco knew that owl. He opened the window and the owl strutted in like it owned the place. Draco smirked. He knew very well who this was from. He took the letter from the owls beak and give it some water and a treat and the owl flew off. Draco stared at the elegant hand writing for a few minutes before actually reading the letter:

Dearest Draco,


How are you doing? I’m doing very well. Egypt is very lovely. Mum says that we are going to buy a manor here. That one day I’ll own it. Isn’t that lovely Draco? When Mother mentioned that I thought about you. So I decided to take the time to write to you. And you know how much I hate writing, knowing me I’ll end up breaking a nail in the mean time. How are Crabbe and Goyle? Still dunderheads? As Snape would say. How is your father? I heard about your mother dying Draco I’m very sorry about that. How are you holding up? So are you living at the Malfoy manor alone? Sense your father is in Azkaban? Well I’m going to go for now, I’ll see you September 1st, Take care.


Sincerely Yours,
Pansy Parkinson

Draco glared at her letter. What gave her the right to talk about his mother! Sense when did Egypt remind her of him? She can be overbearing.

“I’m not looking forward to see her.” Draco said with distaste.


Hermione returned to The Burrow to find everyone sitting in the living room talk and joking about. This made her smile. Ginny looked in a much better mood now, knowing that Harry was going to be back tomorrow morning. Ron looked much more calmer. Mrs. Weasley was actually smiling. Poor Mr. Weasley was at work still. Fred was writing a letter to his fiancee. George was joking with Charley sense he had came into town to be at Bill’s wedding on Saturday. Fleur was sitting in the sofa and she looked up when she heard Hermione enter the room.

“ Ermione!” She squealed. Jumping to her feet and pulling her into a big hug. Hermione had kept in contact with Fleur after the Triwizard. So her and Fleur had gotten real close over the years.

“Fleur, How are you?” Hermione asked eagerly.

“Oh, Ermione! I ham dooing very well.” Fleur told her pulling Hermione to the sofa.

“Ow Are You?”

“I’m doing great Fleur thank you for asking.”

“Rn’t You and Ron seeing each other?”

“Yes Fleur Ronald and I are seeing each other, for a little over two months now.” Hermione Confirmed. Smiling at her friend.

“Ow Is Arry?”

“He’s going to be here tomorrow morning. We were told he was injured.” Hermione told Fleur sadly.

“Oh, No That’s Not Good.”


“I know we are hoping he’s not very bad.” Hermione sighed. She was getting Tired after her little encounter with Draco, just less thing 2 hours ago. “You know Fleur I think I might go to bed for the evening.”

“Ok, Ermione, I’ll See you Hin the Morning.” Fleur Hugged Hermione good night.

Hermione walked over and gave Ron a kiss on the cheek. Ron looked at her with a knowing look. He wanted her. But Hermione was just to tired. And she still had Draco running threw her mind and needed to sit and think. After biding her good nights to everyone she went to her and Ginny’s room. Pulling off her clothes and pulling on a silk nighty. Hermione climbed into bed and lay-ed there staring out the window at the stary night. ‘ Draco Malfoy what did you do to me? I can’t seem to get you out of my mind. What am I going to do with you?’ Hermione thought smiling slightly thinking back to earlier. With that vision of what Draco and her did she drifted off the a very pleasant sleep.

Hermione woke the next morning to Harry smoothing his hand over her cheek. She opened her eyes to see who it was. When she saw Harry, Tears started pouring out of her love filled Coffee brown eyes. Sit sat up and pulling him into a loving hug. Harry Gasped at the sudden movement. He pulled away holding his chest. Hermione cringed knowing know she had found out where his injuries were. Harry just gave her a peck on the cheek and walked over to Ginny. Harry leaned over Ginny and gentle brushed his soft lips over hers. Ginny’s eyes fluttered open. She screamed with pleasure at the site of Harry smiling at her.