Healing Truths by Silver Dragon Gemini, narrated by Briar and
Tones gifted to Hypothetically, given the supreme lack of
milestones they were afforded due to the nature of their
childhood, Aura Granger and or a Malfoy held a surprisingly soft
spot for celebrating the mundane.
It had started during aura training when Hermione received
an exemplary on one of her physical endurance tests,
something she'd been striving for for the better half of three
months. She invited her entire training
class out to drinks that night to celebrate.
Draco attended, but remained rather confused about the
grandness of the celebration until we overheard Harry mention
the reasoning to a different training across the table.
With this context, he ordered two shots of fire whiskey to the
table and levitated one over to Hermione a few seats away.
When it hovered in front of her, she took it and looked over in
the direction from where it came.
Locking eyes with Draco, she silently cocked her head to the
side, brows knitting together in confusion at his gesture.
In return, he gave her a small approving nod, silently
commending her achievement and lifting his glass towards her.
An amused smile crossed Hermione's face as she mirrored
his action before they both knocked back the shot and
returned to the conversations around them.
A few weeks later, Hermione walked past Draco's desk one day
and noted a date circled on his wall calendar.
Why have you got to the 27th circled.
Draco's head popped up from the practice case file he had been
assigned, surprised by both the interruption and it being
Hermione at his desk. Granger.
He greeted as he leaned back in his chair to get a better look
at the calendar. For a brief moment, a hint of a
smile crossed his face as he looked at the date just before
he turned to face her fully. It was quelled almost instantly
under Draco's trademark stoicism.
Nothing special, just a reminder.
Never took you for the fond type, Malfoy.
Hermione's occasional teasing didn't necessarily feel forced,
but it was still very new. It took Draco a second to
realize it and give her a small chuckle in response.
They hadn't quite figured out a good rhythm when it came to
engaging with one another, but following the war, they'd
managed to develop a relationship of tolerance and
cordiality. On some days, it could even pass
as respect. It is truly nothing special.
It's. He looked back at the calendar
again. I moved out of the Manor and
into my own place one year ago on the 27th of this month, so I
marked it as a reminder. Hermione didn't hide her
surprise well at the information that he had shared, but she
fought to rein it in when Draco looked at her with a quirked
eyebrow. Good for you, Malfoy.
He was slightly taken aback by the sincerity in her voice.
Draco nodded and gave a small shrug.
Like I said, it's nothing. She accepted the answer,
choosing not to press further, but did make note of the
somewhat positive glint in his eye when he spoke about the
date. When Draco arrived to work a few
days later on the 27th, he was greeted by a small bottle of
champagne and an attached card that read Cheers to one year of
Being your Own Person. It wasn't signed, but he knew
Hermione was the only person who could have gifted it.
Kind as this habit may be, the act of celebration did not
change the dynamics of their relationship at all.
Once they got past their initial uncertainty about how to
interact with one another in a post war world, they quickly
fell back into the bickering ways of their youth.
Despite that, the practice of celebrating life's moments
continued between them. That fact was why Auras Granger
and Malfoy chose to spend their evening investigating an
abandoned manner that was rumoured to have a cursed vase
containing a ghost from the 17th century in honour of their 5th
anniversary as aura partners. Rumour was the operative word
because Hermione was ardently convinced of the existence of
the vase, while Draco could not have been more sure of the
opposite. Grainger, I swear on everything
I love that if this becomes a dead end I will demand
restitution from you for time lost.
Drago had been scouring a section of an overtly cluttered
library for the better part of an hour in search of the vase.
Everything. You love him?
Hermione was sat waist deep in piles of historical relics and
what could only be described as plain rubbish.
She didn't bother to look his way when she replied.
Shortlist. Ha ha.
He retorted, tossing a small bust of Paracelsus over his
shoulder, allowing it to shatter on the floor behind him.
Hermione whipped her head around at him in shock.
Draco, just because the man has been abandoned doesn't mean you
can destroy things. Draco pointed his wand over his
shoulder in the general area of the shattered bust.
Rapporo. Within seconds, the bust was
back in its original state. He glanced at it, then at her
with a mildly vexed expression. There, Grainger, No whinging
over a broken bust. You're unbelievable.
She said as she stood up from the pile and moved to a crammed
curio cabinet on the other side of the library.
So I've been told. He anticipated the glare she
threw at him and met it with a wink that only irked his partner
further. As the pair of auras closed in
on hour three of their search, Draco took note of the heavy
sighs that were becoming more and more prevalent from the
other side of the room. Look, if we don't find it, it's
fine. I promise I'll only slightly
shame you to the department floor for leading a fruitless
mission. Hermione lay flat on the floor
from where she'd been kneeling in front of a fireplace with
several removable bricks and let out another begrudging sigh.
I was positive it would be here. Wallowing is not a good look for
you. Draco stated as he crossed the
room to her. He reached out her hand and she
took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
She shrugged and raised an eyebrow prayerfully.
Are you implying that I have looks that are good?
Draco laughed and let go of her hand.
Hardly. I should push you back down on
the floor and make you get up for yourself.
For that. I'd report you for or a partner
misconduct, but you're not worth the paperwork I'd have to file.
She bumped his shoulder as she strode past him, enjoying the
line of bickering and banter they'd been straddling all
evening. He made a big show of rolling
his eyes, letting his head a little backward at the action.
As he did, Draco's eyes happened to catch the sight of a small
crystal vase precariously perched on the top of a
bookshelf. What are we looking for again?
Crystal vase, was it? Yes, crystal vase with gold
adornment around the lid. Hermione turned around to see
him looking up at the top shelf. She followed his line of sight
and gasped when she saw the vase.
That's it. Draco pulled out his wand again
and pointed it toward the vase, wordlessly summoning it down
from the shelf after a second. He frowned at the way the
objects seemed to resist his magic.
Have you suddenly forgotten how to perform a levitation spell?
Her tone was incredulous as she pulled out her wand.
Much like Draco's attempt, Hermione couldn't get the vase
to move. Have I suddenly forgotten?
He mocked as he moved to get a better look at where the vase
sat. Let's have some decorum and
respect here, Granger. Honestly.
Hermione scanned the room, trying to piece together a plan.
As much as I hate to say it, we'd open the vase anyways once
it comes down, so don't have to tell me twice.
Draco happily took a few steps back from the bookshelf to
assess the structure of it. He pushed up his sleeves of his
white Oxford button down and gave the shelf a sharp kick.
The quickness and force of the action sent the book's careening
off the shelf. Draco and Hermione stepped to
the side as they watched the vase rock on the top shelf.
It failed to stabilize from the momentum of Draco's kick and
fell from the top shelf, erupting into shards of crystal
on the floor between them. Clouds of bluish green fog rose
from the shards on the ground, becoming thicker and more
enveloping in seconds. Draco inhaled and let out a
rough cough as the fog abraced his throat.
This doesn't seem like a trapped spirit.
Hermione reached blindly through the shroud of mist, feeling for
Draco and grasping firmly onto his shoulder.
It's impossible. She choked on her inhale as the
fog made its way into her Airways.
It's impossible. It may solely have been a cursed
face. Call it in already.
On it, she sent a Patronus descent mungoes, alerting them
of their contamination. A need for immediate attention
upon arrival. Draco doubled over with a
coughing fit and Hermione did her best to fan away some of the
toxic gas surrounding them. Are you OK?
I need you well enough to apparate.
I refuse to show up poisoned and splinched.
He groaned at her complaint. Glad your priorities are in
order. I'm fine, just do it.
Draco reached for her hand and squeezed it to let her know he
was ready. The familiar tug of apparition
pulled them backward until they landed in the receiving ward at
Saint Mungo's. Upon arrival, they were
immediately crowded by several medi Wizards trying to assess
the severity of their poisoning. Padma Patil approached Draco
with a bubble head charm, encasing her head as she triaged
him. A bubble head charm?
Is that really necessary, Patil? She ignored him and dictated her
observations to an aide with a waiting quill.
No signs of physical symptoms, exposure seems to be limited to
solely the respiratory system. She conjured a diagnostics chart
on Draco's chest and murmured findings under her breath to her
aid. Padma looked over to the Medi
wizard performing the same diagnostic on Hermione.
I'm seeing herbological spores and bacterial cultures within
the lungs. Same for you, correct?
I see some minor inflammation along the inside walls of the
throat. The second medi wizard zoomed in
on the chart over Hermione's throat and nodded.
All damage is reversible, but we need to administer treatment
immediately. Padma nodded and passed along
her chart to her aid. With that, she ushered Draco and
Hermione into a waiting hospital room.
The rim itself was on the smaller side, likely meant for
one occupant, not 2. Two beds were placed against
opposite walls, with the foot of each bed facing the other at the
centre of the room. I really don't think we need a
whole room, Padma. I'm sure a potion is more than
enough for treatment. Then you can send us on our way.
Hermione tried to dissuade her former classmate, but Padma
resisted as she coaxed her, then Draco into their respective
beds. The second Mehdi wizard entered
the room with a small pushcart in front of him.
On it sat 2 faintly blue potion vials.
Padma bought 1 to each of them and urged them to drink.
Both stifled a gag in disgust as they swallowed the shimmering
liquid. Perfect.
Now you've both started the toxicity reversal process, I can
walk you through some of the key things to note.
For starters, it tastes awful, so I apologize for that.
Her voice was sincere, but Padma was slightly amused at the
reaction that tasted garnered from her patients.
Second, the potion itself should start to take effect rather
quickly given the duration of the exposure and the severity of
the colony of toxic spores that have taken root within your
lungs. We'll have to keep you both here
for at least the next six hours under quarantine to ensure that
you are responding well to the treatment and are no longer
contagious. Neither could hide the shock at
what the rest of their night had in store for them and piped up
in unison. Six hours.
She nodded and slowly started heading toward the door again.
I do apologise, but I'm sure it will be over before you know it.
There are a few symptoms that we have noted from the toxicity
reversal portion, such as nausea and fatigue, but in the spirit
of honesty, I want you to be aware that the two of the main
ingredients in this portion are powdered Moonstone and Ptolemy.
Which. Draco's hand dragged down his
face in deep annoyance. You must be joking.
You managed to doses with the majority ingredients used in
Veritas serum. Padma had reached the door.
She put her hands up apologetically.
As I said, very minor symptoms. It should be completely fine.
I'll be back in six hours to check on you.
She quickly slipped out, leaving the two quarantine Wizards to
settle into the fate that awaited them.
For the next 6 hours, Hermione sat with her arms crossed on her
bed, levelling Draco with an unforgiving glare.
Draco confronted her with just as much irritation and blame.
They both erupted with accusations.
Don't even try to blame this on me.
This is 100% your fault. It was your idea to knock it
over. You're the one who kicked the
bookcase. Draco barked out a laugh at her
reasoning. I kicked the bookcase because
you had no plan on how to bring it down and made it sound like
it was our only option. It was either that or we
resorted to throwing books at it until it fell.
Hermione turned her attention to the comforter folded across her
lap and straightened it with a deep furrow in her brows.
It's my fault. We could have done countless
other things to go up and retrieve it, but having you
knock it down was the easiest option.
I just don't want to admit that because that would mean you're
right. Draco, surprised by her answer,
looked around the room and then back at her.
I'm sorry, did you just say I was right?
Her eyes grew wide and she clamped her hand down over her
mouth, realizing exactly what had just been admitted.
This has to be the potion. I'd never willingly say that,
but you did. Trico's grin wide and teasing.
How many times have you acknowledged that you were wrong
on something, but that Gryffindor pride of yours kept
you from actually saying it out loud?
At least twice a week, maybe more.
Her answer floated easily out of her mouth.
Stop that. Draco leaned back against the
pillows on his hospital bed and made himself comfortable more
than enjoying this moment. I'm not doing anything, we're
just talking. It's not my fault you've
sequestered all of these secrets.
You know what, fine, 2 can play at this game, Malfoy, let's have
a little fun. Hermione sat up in her bed and
sorted through the questions to ask him for a few moments before
landing on one. Did you ever hook up with Mandy
Brocklehurst during Order training?
Draco couldn't stop the answer as it came forth on his tongue.
I tried twice, but she stood me up on our second date and never
spoke to me again. Ha.
Hermione's laughter over the situation was only furthered by
the surprise on Draco's face over the honesty of his answer.
Brilliant. I knew there was a reason she
stopped coming to drinks, but I would never have guessed that.
She shook her head and made herself comfortable enjoying the
role reversal. OK, when I asked you to cover
the stake out for me and Kent, did you?
Draco smirked and shook his head.
Absolutely not. I cast a Be my eyes charm and a
boundary ward to Alert me if anything happened.
I knew it. I would have told you that one
for free if you'd asked. He said with a shrug.
Hermione scoffed at his answer. Forgive me for assuming my
partner would do his job. You asked me on short notice to
work a double shift. I don't know what you were
expecting, Granger. OK, one more out of sole
curiosity, what do you regret doing to me at school?
It was certainly an out of left field question to ask.
Draco and Hermione hardly ever spoke of their school days.
They had both received mandatory sessions with mind healers as
part of their aura training and had done a great deal of
processing there, so broaching these topics and old wounds
never came up. However, they'd been partners
for five years and had known each other longer, so Hermione
felt compelled to take the opportunity.
Was it the teeth? I'd like to believe you felt a
little bit of remorse for that one.
Draco's lips were tight, as if he made a conscious effort to
alter the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Sure, the potion had most of the ingredients of verticerum, but
not all of them. It couldn't be that hard to
overpower and provide a different answer.
And yet he felt his resistance slipping.
I didn't understand the gravity of the slur I'd caught you
growing up until I saw how it made you cry the first time I
said it. Despite the already limited
volume in her lungs, she felt her chest get tight from his
answer. Her demeanour changed
immediately from mischievous to apologetic.
Draco, I didn't realise it would be such a serious answer.
I apologise. He rolled his eyes at her.
Don't apologise. I should be the one apologising.
It was a shitty thing to do over the years, and it's awful to me
that I ever did it back then. I'm sorry for that, and for only
just now apologising for it. Hermione chewed on her bottom
lip and gave him an appreciative nod.
Consider it forgiven. After a moment, the appreciation
on her face morphed into annoyance as a realisation took
hold. Wait a minute.
You knew how severe the word was and how it made me react.
But you still kept saying it. Draco let out in exasperated
sigh. Correct, But I learned
eventually and stopped. That counts for something.
You called me that until I left school after 6th year, Hermione.
Draco groaned, dropping his head back against the headrest of his
bed. You can't get mad at me for
something I did years ago and that I've quite literally just
apologised for in the most honest way possible.
She huffed, but acknowledged the truth in his statement.
I certainly can. Little Hermione deserves her
vindication, but I suppose that's an argument for another
day. Drikko chuckled and shook his
head. Add it to our growing list of
hills to die on, Grainger. They sat in comfortable silence
for a few minutes, all too aware of how they lost their free will
once they started talking. In the interest of not dying of
boredom while we quarantine here for the next several hours, I
propose we take a more diplomatic approach to our
secrets. Thoughts.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her with his offer.
Hermione stood on it briefly. She didn't think she had any
secrets to share rather than a select view, and she was almost
certain that the conversation wouldn't come close to providing
those answers, so she agreed with a nod.
Wonderful. I'll go first as a gesture of
goodwill. Trick.
A thought for a few moments, wanting to select A truth that
held some value but didn't leave him feeling more vulnerable than
necessary. When we received our Aura
partner assignments, I specifically requested to be
partnered with you because despite our differences, I knew
that our skill sets would put us above everyone else.
A range of emotions passed over Hermione's face as she listened
to his confession. She landed on a grimace and
covered her face in her hands, sinking lower onto the mattress.
Please don't tell me that's the truth, I'm fairly certain saying
anything aside from the truth is impossible at the moment.
He replied flatly. And besides, it was a relatively
positive truth to share. I can't imagine why you're
having such a negative reaction to it.
She adjusted her positioning and sat up again to look at him.
The fact that it's positive is exactly why I'm reacting this
way. Because my answer makes me look
like a terrible person. This caught Draco's interest.
His eyebrows rose with intrigue. Go on, share with the class.
You know I'm always in favour of something that knocks you down a
few pegs, Granger. Hermione looked away, trying to
will the anticipatory flush rising in her cheeks to subside.
I specifically requested not to be paired with you.
Draco gasped and glutched at his chest.
Wow, that's I cannot believe you'd ask for such a thing.
I was nothing but cordial to you during training and that's what
it amounted to. Frankly, I'm hurt.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, feeling the embarrassment
recede. You knew?
He laughed quietly and nodded. Of course I knew when I put my
request in, they informed me that he would already ask to be
paired otherwise. Draco shrugged and crossed his
arms as he locked eyes with her. I wanted you and I wasn't going
to let anything get in the way of that, so I intervened.
A different kind of flush flooded Hermione's cheeks at his
word choice and the hint of authority in his voice.
Well, that is. She took a deep breath and
cleared her throat. That is news to me.
I don't believe that counts as your turn.
Draco flagged with an expectant look.
But since we're on the subject, I have wondered something.
You say you didn't want to be paired with me, but you've been
my partner for years. You could have easily requested
a change at any point, but you haven't.
Why? Now it was Hermione's turn to
test the limits of her own free will against the potions
ingredients. The answer was teeming, ready to
break free, but she resisted the best she could, keeping her
mouth firmly shut. You'll have to speak eventually.
I'm perfectly fine to wait here until you do.
Draco idly adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves that he pushed up
earlier in the evening during the investigation.
She may not be able to fully overpower the compulsion of the
truth, but perhaps she could be selective with her words
instead. We work together.
Hermione, satisfied with her answer, continue speaking
carefully. You're a strong aura and have
made me sharper over the years. You push me to look at things
from a new perspective and give me an edge that I didn't have
before. The control was slipping the
longer she spoke. Being your partner keeps us
around one another, and I enjoy spending time with you so much.
I never wanted to change that. Hermione forced her mouth shut,
not wanting to be further betrayed by her thoughts.
Trico's smile grew exponentially at her confession.
I'd like to immortalise that one.
Hermione Granger actually enjoys my presence.
It's purely from a professional standpoint.
She said quickly, trying her best to damage control the
imbalance of vulnerability between them.
I'd be perfectly fine without a partner, it's just that I've
come to rely on you and having to relearn patrolling as an
independent aura would be far too much work.
Draco sighed and dismissed her ramblings.
Of course, of course. Hermione Granger doesn't need
anyone. At the end of the day, she is
fully self-sustaining and autonomous, we're all quite
aware. He looked at her with a grimace
of annoyance, only partially disguising the sting from her
words. You could have just left it at
that. You know I appreciate your
company as well. It's not some great sign of
weakness for you to enjoy spending time with me.
Hermione's shoulders fell at his response.
Draco, that's, that's not what I mean.
No, it is. You enjoy working with me and
have said as much, but you won't let yourself accept that fact
because it diminishes your abilities in some way.
People are allowed to look out for you and get close to you,
Granger. He groaned and raked a hand
through his hair in frustration. Why must you always be so you?
She scoffed at him. What do you mean by that?
She spat out, matching his tone aggressively.
Independent, for one. He said, listing it out on his
fingers. He held up a second one.
And loud. Your opinions, your voice,
everything you do is so damn loud.
Hermione let out a sardonic laugh.
Ha, you're upset with me because I'm independent and loud?
Absolutely rich, Malfoy, how would you prefer me to be, hmm?
Married, silent. Draco shrugged in response.
If you were married to me, I'd never want you to be silent,
that much I'm sure of. The words fell out of his mouth
before he could even register them.
Once he did, the colour drained from his face.
Hermione's jaw all but dropped at his words.
What do you mean by that? Nothing.
He managed to say through gritted teeth as he did his best
to resist the urge to answer. Draco, tell me.
His clenched jaw roiled as he came to terms with the
unavoidable direction of this conversation.
He sighed and straightened his posture, doing his best to
maintain control of the situation.
Being your partner has allowed me to be close to you over the
past five years in a way that I haven't previously realised
would be possible for us. That fact may have influenced
some latent feelings towards you that I may or may not have been
holding onto for the better part of the last decade.
Oh wow. Was all Hermione managed to say.
I realised that I struggled significantly with articulating
emotions growing up. Drake had caught her eye for a
long moment before continuing. Words were crowding in his mouth
eagerly, ready to come out under the effects of the healing
potion. As I mentioned earlier, I never
truly apologise for acting the way I did, but I've tried my
best to make amends in ways that I could.
In doing so, I realised that a lot of the grievances I brought
against you growing up were actually failed attempts at
getting closer to you and to appease my growing infatuation
for you. He watched as her mind his eyes
grew wide while she processed his words.
Draco looked up at the ceiling of their scent Mungo's room and
let out a heavy exhale. He'd given up resisting the
words that were spilling out of his mouth of their own volition.
Being your partner has allowed me to be the one to help you
when you need it. Oddly, it makes me feel
important to know that in those rare times when you need
someone, I can be that person for you.
Draco shrugged and allowed himself to slump back against
the headboard of the hospital bed.
He met her eyes to deliver what he deemed to be the final nail
in the coffin of his vulnerability.
I decided a while ago that being with you would be on whatever
terms you allow it to be, given that my preference was likely
off the table. So if working alongside you to
process paperwork together into the early hours of the morning,
infiltrate dark magic crime rings, and celebrate random live
milestones together is what it looks like, then so be it.
Hermione hadn't stopped looking at him the entire time he spoke.
Her mind was reeling from the new context she'd been given to
their entire relationship. Drika's chest felt raw and he
knew it wasn't from the poison. He swallowed thickly and
neutralized his face as he maintained eye contact with
Hermione from where she sat in her hospital bed, hyper aware of
the palpable tension in the room.
I've given you my heart on a platter here, Hermione.
The least you could do is say something.
Despite his plea, she sat in silence, simply staring at him
for a full minute before finally relenting with a confession of
her own. If I changed partners and
something ever happened to you, I'd never forgive myself for
having the opportunity to be there and choosing not to be.
The smallest twitch of Draco's eyebrow revealed his spike in
interest. If we're together, I know you're
safe, and that's what I care about most.
Hermione's voice was quiet, but held unwavering confidence.
Her head dropped back against the headboard as she let out a
lamenting groan. You should know that I felt the
potion wear off just as I started speaking, so that was
unfortunately completely of my own will to admit all of that.
Draco let out a diffusing laugh and allowed himself to relax
slightly at her tone. If it's any consolation, I could
feel mine wearing off halfway through speaking, so consider it
a shared burden. Hermione felt the relief wash
over her. By some crazy twist of fate, the
world hadn't ended when she told Draco her closest secret.
Draco climbed out of his bed and walked the short distance to
Hermione's. Sitting down on the side of her
bed, he held out a hand toward her.
Give me your hand. Her brows furrowed with
suspicion and instead pulled her hand close to her chest.
What are you going to do to it? His exasperation returned at her
distrust. I'm going to hold it, Granger.
Now give it here. Hermione flushed and offered her
hand to him. Draco took it and threaded their
fingers together. He looked at their joint, hands
flipping over and marvelling at how seamlessly they slotted
together. His thumb rubbed the back of her
hand with a tentative fondness that left Hermione surprised.
Did you mean what you said earlier?
Draco looked up at her with raised brows.
About never wanting you to be silent if we were together?
Yes, Draco. Hermione took her hand away, but
he held on to it and pulled her closer with a laugh.
Which part About you feeling like your preference for us was
off the table. Do you feel like that's the
case? She let her free hand trace over
his knuckles while she spoke. Well.
Draco cleared his throat, slid himself a little closer to her
on the bed. I did think it was off the
table. However, it seems like recent
developments may have opened that door.
Hermione moved her free hand to Draco's thigh and nodded
slightly. It does seem like it's opened a
bit. Just a bit.
Draco teased as he placed a hand on her cheek.
She smiled and shrugged in response.
The jury is still out on if it should be opened or closed.
Ah, well in that case. Draco leaned forward and ghosted
his lips just slightly against hers, giving Hermione ample time
to pull away or change her mind if she wanted to.
She responded by closing the gap between them, letting her lips
fall naturally into place against his.
Draco used his placement on her cheek to guide them closer
together until his turned figure had crowded into all of her
available space. The floodgates of years of
seemingly unrequited feelings had opened and manifested itself
as hungry kisses and roaming hands.
Draco leaned forward, ushering Hermione to lay back against the
pillows as he hovered slightly over her from his seated
position on the edge of the bed. They stayed like that, mildly
horizontal and fully exploratory, until Draco finally
pulled away by a fraction for air.
Hermione reached up and combed her fingers through the pieces
of his hair that had fallen onto his face so she could see him
more clearly. Draco shook his head in
disbelief and stole a quick kiss from her.
I've been wanting to do that since 5th year.
Still got some of that potion left in you, I see.
She mused. Draco leaned down and pressed a
few kisses to her cheek and jaw before shaking his head.
That's long gone. Anything now is just you and me.
A mischievous smirk spread across Hermione's face.
How much longer do you think until Padma comes in to check on
us? Draco looked over at the clock
in their room and shrugged. I'd guess another three hours or
so. Why?
Hermione shuffled to the side of the bed, making room for Draco
beside her. That feels like plenty of time
to see if that door is open for us, don't you think?
There was a clear spark of intrigue in Draco's eyes at her
words. Hermione saw Draco's grin flash
across his face only briefly before his lips were back on
hers as he eagerly settled into the spot beside her.
Thank you for listening to Healing Truths by Silver Dragon
Gemini. Narrated by me, Briar and Tones.
Don't forget to go to the original work and give this a
big fat wet kudos and I'll see you all soon.