On the other hand, she was not sure she was ready yet to deal with the reputational consequences of getting close to him publicly. Really, of all the houses, Ravenclaw was not too bad. His fellow Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, talked quietly by his side. This is an AU that popped into my head where the Golden Trio returns to Hogwarts for their eighth year and is unexpectedly re-sorted. Let's go.". With her reputation for being severe but fair, the hall soon became quiet without McGonagall even murmuring a word. Hermione knew that since she was in pain today, Draco must be too - but he did not let it show, except to walk slightly slower than he usually did. Professors Slughorn, Flitwick, and Sprout will continue as Heads of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff houses respectively, while Professor Sinistra will be taking over as Head of Gryffindor in my stead.". "Don't," she advised sagely. Also to be considered, was the way her body reacted to him; she found him to be handsome, certainly – but there was also a kind of animal magnetism that seemed to have naturally arisen between them. Focus, Hermione. The lion began to pace restlessly in her heart. They'd had years to cultivate their personalities based around their houses…. "We will also have to determine when to hold the Bridemeet," Narcissa went on. In that respect, she knew he was correct. Narcissa queried politely, her face wearing an expression of affected interest. He muttered, "Ignore them. The hall erupted with cries of alarm, which swiftly built into a true cacophony that could not be abated for several minutes. Breathe, Hermione... "This is your likeliest chance at an easy way out," Narcissa all but whined, ignoring Draco whilst unaware of Hermione's imminent panic attack. COMPLETE! ", If Hermione had not been feeling so raw from successfully fighting off a panic attack, she might never have said it: "I don't want to get divorced! Hatstalls – when the hat took five minutes or longer to sort a student – were fairly uncommon. I simply adore reviews, they are like crack. Hermione glanced around at her friends, all of whom bore identical horrified expressions: they were Gryffindor through and through! It was extremely overwhelming. Both students had been in Dumbledore's Army and had also been sorted into Slytherin; they had been a Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectively, before. ", His trademark smirk slipped onto his features. Hermione felt her blood freeze. "I'm looking forward to a good sorting. ", He fixed her with a stark look. "Though you and I disagree on most things, I have learned that we can work together.". They rekindled old friendships. "What about my blood status?" All the alpha/beta love. The three of them had been offered jobs in the Auror office at the Ministry despite their lack of NEWT completion, but Hermione could feel that her future lay outside of chasing dark wizards for the rest of her life. "You look great," the former-Hufflepuff complimented. "It isn't failure if they spend their lives in the pursuit of knowledge," Hermione argued stubbornly. she interrupted in a hiss. Harry looked glum. "There's one thing I do know for sure about marriage: at its most basic level, it is yoking yourself to another person to form a single unit, and learning to work together with them." I hope you enjoyed this chapter, too. "I would like to hear why you asked me for tea. ", She stared at her tea. "Then, one night you showed up in that tunnel off the Quidditch pitch and demanded I return with you to Ravenclaw Tower. Pulling their clasped hands toward him, he gathered her into his arms, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. "Boxing Day, perhaps," Narcissa contemplated. However, without breaking the binding, there will be no alliances to anyone else, either. She paused a moment, considering, "Mr. Potter, however… I am fine with his knowing of it.". Determining that they really were alone on their way back up to the castle, Draco pulled her aside into a copse of thick evergreen trees; her breath caught at the thought that he must have done so with a purpose in mind. UPON GETTING SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN IN FIRST YEAR SNAPE TEACHES HER HOW TO FAKE BEING PUREBLOOD BEING A DISTANT RELATIVE DAGWORTH-GRANGER. ", His blue-grey eyes fixed onto hers interestedly, "You didn't say anything, though technically you already told them... so it was easy to agree that you not tell any more of them. Maybe she would let me go there more regularly... Shaking the thought off, she decided that a bottle of ibuprofen was coming home with her from Christmas Break. "You cannot hope to ever succeed if you choose that course. Finally, the list was petering to the end…, "Weasley, Ginevra!" Aren't you?". "Honestly, Hermione," he said gently, "if it had to happen, there is a very, very short list of people I'd be okay with it being. A beat. How unfortunate. Reaching her fingers out to touch it, she recalled that there had been no such distinctive marking on the Gryffindor table. The moment he spotted her, Hermione noticed his eyes did not leave her until she approached. She glanced at him and took in the façade of his calm demeanor. After a hasty breakfast, Hermione ascended to her dormitory to gather her things for Hogsmeade. An awkward silence punctuated that thought. She laid out her chosen outfit on her bed in pieces, trying to select things that would shield her against the cold, but would also look nice. If it had to be someone, I'm glad it was you.". Hermione supposed that after facing Voldemort, the Sorting Hat could not possibly be too frightening…. A few flakes of early snow were falling, dusting Hermione's nose and cheeks where they were exposed over her scarf. Coming back?" The torturous memory of Bellatrix's brutal questioning only a handful of months ago echoed from the annals of her mind. No matter. There was something about Draco's mother that made Hermione loathe to have the woman seeing her looking less than her best… especially when Narcissa herself always seemed so well put-together and collected. Pleased that her head no longer looked like a barely contained firework, Hermione listened intently as Lisa instructed her how to set the winter cap at just the right angle atop her straightened locks. "Fine," Hermione answered, using a good bit of willpower to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. What kind of a basis for marriage - even a sham of a marriage - would that be? There has been animosity between their family and the Malfoys for generations." It took a few moments for her to look up, but when she did, she saw Ron, Harry, and Ginny giving all her the thumbs-up. The eagle head door-knocker recited, "I can start a war or end one, I can give you the strength of heroes or leave you powerless, I might be snared with a glance, but no force can compel me to stay." Our estate will draft a legal agreement for when the time comes…", Hermione glared at her future mother-in-law and warily iterated, "I'd like to look at any document I'm expected to sign with plenty of advance notice. ", "Honestly, Ron," Hermione scolded waspishly. It did not quite slip over her eyes like it had when she was eleven however, and that was something. For the first time, she seemed to be winning the war inside her head. "Mother, you should know that yours and father's wishes do not factor into any alliance I might chose to enter into," Draco told her solidly. The flakes of snow were growing larger, like great wafts of cotton. Hermione's relief was palpable, even now. Unconsciously, her hand went to her forearm, where the evil witch had carved her favored slur into Hermione's skin. Hermione craned her neck to watch her best friend being re-sorted. She scrambled into a space beside Harry, who kissed her lightly on the cheek. Hands in his pockets, there was a definite hunch to Malfoy's shoulders. "Why does that make me so uncomfortable?". Narcissa queried, "How are your classes, Draco?". ", "Oh dear," she giggled nervously. There was no open hostility there, but there was certainly no kindness in those grey orbs either. She tried on a few winter hats from her meager selection, but each of them made her head look like a pile of brambles. She snapped back into reality, only to find both Malfoys looking at her expectantly. cookiescreamnutella said: i can’t remember the name either but it’s definitely a dramione. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). For a moment, she was confused, until Narcissa spoke. "Due to many factors," the Headmistress continued, "class schedules have not been prepared as of yet. It was this realization and the fact that he had called her by her given name that induced her to stay. "Hermione, calm down," Harry admonished pleadingly. Trust me, I have been face-to-face with far more frightening things than Draco Malfoy.". It was his mask back in place - it struck her how odd it was seeing it, and she realized belatedly that it was because he had not worn it around her in some time. ", "How foolish," Narcissa scoffed. "I thought if I began treating you the way I should have done all those years, you might eventually come around," he said in an almost-whisper. It might also have been – just a teensy bit – because she was going to Hogsmeade with Draco. Without the threat of Voldemort looming in the distance, it seemed she and Ron were no longer compelled to be glued at the hip. "I'm not my father," he reminded her quietly. ", "Or fortunate," Hermione defended passionately. There was a lion in her heart. "The hat gives you a choice. What will you do if someday you come to care for someone and you can't accept their proposal?". "I could eat the Sorting Hat, I'm so hungry. ", She smiled at him now. "You did kiss me the next morning in the Stacks. She thought of their prefect patrols, of working on the mandala, and of their stolen moments exploring one another's bodies. "I'm not very good with words," he finally cautioned. Looking up with interest, Hermione wondered where the hat would deign to place the former Death Eater. Seven years ago, she had given the hat an extremely difficult time, privately arguing with it as it decided between placing her in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. While this is primarily an eighth-year fic, it is also a Dramione (with a few lemony bits sprinkled throughout) and features heavy focuses on alchemy. He could not possibly be as tranquil as he seemed, she knew. Hermione raised an eyebrow, but Draco acted as if this were normal. As he sunk onto the end of the long bench, he glowered at the wooden table, mouth twisted into a grimace. He was repentant of his past, while also well-mannered and intelligent. "They're not really counting last year, for anyone.". Are you having a pleasant term so far?" As the carriage came to a stop in front of the castle, she felt excitement begin to bubble up within her. You could keep it a secret for a year, then go your separate ways.". The door swung open to admit them to the common room. Wait the year and a day, then divorce and use the severing magic to unencumber yourselves. "It'll be over soon.". "Why are you wearing a Ravenclaw scarf, Draco?".

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