Hermione Reparo

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Chapter 7: Liquid Luck

The first semester continued and with it, first final year exams. For her first exam in potions, Hermione was almost a little disappointed at how easy it was. The new teacher, an older looking bearded professor by the name of Professor Bublington had them brew liquid luck and she couldn’t understand why the other students were having such a hard time with the potion. Whilst she was waiting for her potion to cool down for the next ingredients, she headed to the supply closet. Professor Snape had been very peculiar about students fetching their ingredients themselves in his closet but this didn’t seem to be a problem for the current professor. She hadn’t bothered taking her wand with her, she just needed some dried newt skins and summer bamboo shoots. She entered the closet without realizing she wasn’t alone. She reached up to the “N” shelf on her tiptoes when all of a sudden, in the dim light of the closet she saw something move near the ground by her feet.

“Merlin!”

“Granger, calm down, it’s me” Draco’s voice came as he inched up off his knee. “I was looking for some Australian spring mint.”

It was then she realized just how close he was. The closet wasn’t made for two people, but Hermione hadn’t seen him enter to start with. She could feel his warm minty breath on her hair. Speaking of which:

“ Why do you need mint? There’s none in liquid luck?” she asked looking up at him.

“Well, little Miss Curious, I was bored with the potions exam, so I was making a potion for myself.” He said with a smirk.

“Right? It’s too easy, it’s as if he doesn’t realize what happened to us last year.” She said glancing back towards the class.

“I know. I brewed this potion almost weekly to make sure nothing happened to us.” He said, looking up the shelves, lost in his memories.

“Yeah” she replied, he seemed far away now. He too had endured a difficult year. He certainly was still alive because of the liquid luck. She bit down on her lip and slowly turned her back to him to reach again for her missing ingredient. Indeed, the potion was easy but she still had to finish it on time.

Draco snapped out of his train of thought and saw her trying to reach for the newt skins. She was a good head shorter than him and so, without thinking, he laid one hand on her hip and with the other he reached up for the ingredient.

Immediately, Hermione froze, all too aware of the firm body brushing against her back and his big hand on her hip. Wait, what was that, did he just smell her hair? No, she must have been imagining things. He was just breathing in to reach higher. And just like that, he set the newt skins on the shelf in front of her eyes. Before removing his hand from her hip he leaned into her hair once more and whispered:

“Mix twice counter clockwise before adding the skins, your potion will be finished much quicker.” And with that he left the closet.

Feeling particularly light headed, she went back to her cauldron only to realize that she had forgotten to get half the ingredients she had left for. She swatted her forehead and stomped back towards the closet.

Little did she know, among the students who had raised their heads quizzically because of the noise, one of them had a broad smile on his face with the memory of a lavender-scented witch on his mind.