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"Granger, have you ever been in love?"
Hermione nearly choked on her bite of pizza. She coughed, took a hard swallow, and gulped down some water, all before glaring up at her partner.
"Why do you always ask me /personal/ questions when I'm taking a bite of my meal?" she scolded.
"Granger, have you ever been in love?"
Hermione nearly choked on her bite of pizza. She coughed, took a hard swallow, and gulped down some water, all before glaring up at her partner.
"Why do you always ask me /personal/ questions when I'm taking a bite of my meal?" she scolded.
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The two of them were invited by the Italian Wizarding Ministry's version of the Department of Magical Creatures. It was strange that Malfoy would join her department after a few years out of school. At first, it was awkward at best.
From there, Hermione happily counted him as a friend.
The hoighty-toighty bastard smirked at her. Hermione opened her mouth to call him as such in the form of a...
"And don't answer with another question, Granger. Bad form." His voice
"Fine. No. If you must know. I've loved but haven't been in love." Hermione's expression became introspective. "Though I don't think I would know the difference if I haven't experienced being in love. Ginny described it as instinct. Or like being punched in the face."
A soft but firm hand slid over her pizza greased one.
"It is like all three of those things."
Hermione looked up to