"Hermione Granger, I'm being bossed around by Hermione Granger. And I'm mildly enjoying it."
Hermione turns back around before he can see her blush.
'You're a grown woman, get it together,' she reprimands herself.
Damn Malfoy and his long standing hotness.
Hermione turns back around before he can see her blush.
'You're a grown woman, get it together,' she reprimands herself.
Damn Malfoy and his long standing hotness.
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Twenty years later, and she's too busy running a country to hold grudges. And he's changed as well, like all of them after the war.
So now it's impossible
"Focus," she murmurs.
"Hey, you're the expert in saving Potters," he whispers back. "I'm at your command."
And boy, if that doesn't do /something/ for her.
Later, when the
She has barely sat down and poured herself a glass of firewhisky when the door opens softly.
"There you are," Draco
Hermione motions to the bottle and he conjures himself a much fancier glass than she did.
Pretentious twat. That, at least, hasn't changed.
He sits opposite to her with a heavy
"Do you think history books will recognize that you're responsible for keeping the whole Potter lineage alive?" Draco asks leisurely.
Hermione snorts.
"Not likely. History books take too many liberties, I've come to find. Do you
"He was the best of us," Draco says, struggling to keep a straight face.
She rolls her eyes.
"Oh, shush. What are you still doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be taking Scorpius home?"