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The Smarter Witch pt.2

Requested by anonymous: “Maybe later that same year or the next one where the reader finally admits her feelings and tries making it a big special (but private) thing? Maybe in the astronomy tower or something but Malfoy messes it up and there is a fight? Her and mione end up together in the end?”

Pairing: Hermione Granger x fem!reader

Words: 6k

A/N - I’m arguably prouder of this part than the first!! As always comments and reblogs are appreciated. I’m very much loving my time in the Harry Potter fandom atm. credit to @euphoriainhell for checking this over!!

Warnings - Threats of violence, prejudice, bullying and swearing. I think that is it.

Part 1

The whistle of the Hogwarts express signaled the official end of summer as you made your way onto the platform. Family forgotten as you scan the tidal wave of students for any familiar face but they would likely be on the train already; you were running late after all. Dropping off your luggage, you're about to board when you spot a flash of platinum blonde in the corner of your eye.

"Draco," It's hard to hear over the busy train platform as you weave through the crowd to reach him. Picking up speed as you get closer, you launch yourself onto his back. "If it isn't one of my favourite Snakes."

"Get off me," He shakes his body in an attempt to throw you off so you loosen your grip. Dropping back down to the ground.

"Aren’t you happy to see me?"

"Just get on the train," His hand slaps against your back, pushing you forward onto the train.

"Do anything exciting this summer?" You ask him as you walk through the train carriage, slipping past people as they got in your way. Checking each booth as you pass for your fellow Slytherin. They had to be on here somewhere but it was a big train.

"Not really. You?"

"Visited New York. Family had business at the American ministry." You glance back to make sure he was still walking behind. Finally, you spot Parkinson, sat in the corner by herself. It takes her a moment but when she finally sees you two, a wicked grin spreads over her lips. "It was fun though. Did some sightseeing- typical touristy shit."

"Took you two long enough, I thought you were gonna miss the train."

"Aww she was worried about us Draco," you tease, nudging him slightly as you plop down next to her. Draco sits across from you, taking the window seat.

"where's Blaise?"

Her shoulders rose a little in response to Draco's question. "He said he forgot something and then ran off."

"I hope the train leaves without him," you jest, glancing out the window. It was beginning to calm down as the last few students boarded the train. All that was left were parents biding their final farewells. You can't imagine crying over sending your child off to school but still, you spotted tears among some.

"Without who?" Pulling your attention back, Blaise had finally shown up. He takes the space next to Draco, looking rather uninterested. Finally, the main gang was back together; not including Crabbe or Goyle.

"Definitely not my awesome friend Blaise, that's for sure," You flash a playful smile; slumping down against the seat. It was gonna be a long journey.

"You're as chipper as ever," Zabini comments, kicking your leg gently with his foot. "Not sure if that's a good thing."

"I'm just happy to be back," And you were for the most part anyway. As dull as school could be, you were excited to be going back. Not to mention you'd finally get to see Hermione again; you found yourself often wondering what she may be up to. The child of two muggles must spend her time differently, or so you assumed. You kind of missed seeing her every week; perhaps even more than you missed Draco and the others. You liked to think you don't know why but deep down there was a part of you that knew exactly why.

The conversation drifted between talks of summer plans and future endeavours. Past assignments and what was yet to be learnt. Pansy, once again, hadn't finished her summer work but that was a surprise to nobody. And after what felt like forever without interruption from the lady with the trolley, you decide you're gonna have to go search for it yourself. There was a chocolate frog calling your name right now.

"I'm gonna go get something from the trolley. Do you guys want anything?" It's a polite gesture but you kind of hoped nobody would say yes.

"I'll take a liquorice wand," Blaise requests and you nod a little.

"Draco?" His head shakes so you grab Pansy's arm and pull her along with you. It was a lot easier to navigate now that everyone was pretty much in their seats. The familiar sweet question hits your ears so you know you are close.

“Anything from the trolley?”

"You know how you finished all the homework-"

"Yes you can copy," You should have expected this when she didn't protest to bringing her along. "Just don't make it obvious because I'm not taking the fall for it. I will definitely blame you."

As you approach Honeydukes Express, the older witch is serving what seems to be a couple of Ravenclaw students. You wait for them to finish up, examining the contents as she turns to you. "Can I get.... some liquorice wands, a chocolate frog, a packet of Roasted Chimera Crisps and, do you want anything?"

Pansy takes a moment to think about it. You shift uncomfortably as a few students wait their turn behind you. "Chocolate."

"And a chocolate bar please?" You hand over the money in exchange for your sweets but the world washes away when you spot none other than Harry Potter in the booth beside you. You quickly spy Ron beside him with Hermione sat opposite. You felt the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as she laughs at something you're unaware of.

"What are you doing?" Pansy shoves you back into reality and you hit the door to the booth. All eyes fall to you and you want nothing more than to sink into the ground. Hermione smiles ever so softly and your heart leaps out of your chest. Reaching past you to collect the items you paid for, your fellow Slytherin pulls you away completely oblivious.

"What took so long?" Blaise wonders. Pansy hands over your items and tosses him his wands. You slide your chocolate frog into your pocket as you sit back down. Pulling open the crisp packet.

"Ask her, she just froze all of a sudden. It was really weird."

You absentmindedly place a crisp in your mouth, crushing it between your teeth.

"You okay?" Draco asks.

You nod a little, flashing them a tight smile that fades as you turn back to the window. It was easier to deny when you were apart but it was time to admit to yourself that you have a crush on a certain Gryffindor. Fuck.

Dumbledore stands on the podium at the front of the great hall, starting the term with his normal announcement as well as an introduction for the first years. It was an utterly boring speech that had your stomach growling in anticipation for dinner. Leaning down against the table, your head rests in the palm of your hand as you stare through the gaps between students at the Gryffindor table. You wonder where Hermione is sat; zoning out of the assembly entirely. There were moments you wished that Hogwarts didn't always have you split by houses. Of course, they weren't entirely strict policies but you'd get some strange looks if you had sat at the Gryffindor table for the first feast of the year rather than the Slytherin table. Perhaps you should care more about the first years getting assigned their houses but you felt yourself almost drifting off as you waited for dinner.

"You reckon we can swap out Millicent for one of the first years?" Pansy's voice is quiet in your ear as the table finally fills with all kinds of food. You've never been happier for a speech to be over.

"Don't be mean," An amused smile pulls at your lips but the reason behind it was unclear. You shovel food onto your plate as if it was going to disappear again if you didn't.

"What? I'm just saying" Pansy reaches over you to grab an ear of corn on the cob to add to her plate.

"What's your problem with her?"

"Nothing really. I just think we could do better, she's no fun." You'd love to know what Pansy's idea of fun was.

"I've hardly even spoken to her, to be honest," you shrug, tucking into a bread roll. "So I'd happily give her up for a first-year."

"I'm not sure how you can miss her," Your friend adds snidely. "Pathetic excuse for a Slytherin."

"You do realise she's sitting right over there," You nod your head in her direction. She's a little further down the table but not enough that she couldn't hear your conversation if she wanted to. It's very clear Pansy doesn't care though as she looks towards the girl who’s currently eating a chicken wing.

"Things would be very different if I was in charge here,"

"I dread the thought," You comment, taking a long sip of water from your goblet.

"Pansy's right," Draco interjects, you didn't even realise he was paying attention to the two of you. "This place has gone to the dogs. They let just about anyone in."

This again? It was like listening to a broken record with Pansy and Draco. Always looking down on people for not being of pure blood. "If they only let in purebloods, there'd hardly be anyone here."

"that’s right we forgot you're the resident mudblood lover." Pansy mocked, turning her attention to behind her. "Where is Granger anyway?"

"You shouldn't call people that,” It was such a foul word anyway, even when it wasn't directed at Hermione. "And how should I know? I've been with you guys since we got back."

"I don't know." The girl turns back to you. "You're the one obsessed with her."

You're about to reply but Blaise interjects first. "Leave her alone,"

"Thank you, Blaise," you're a little surprised to find him defending you regarding the matter. He tended to sit on the sidelines when it came to discussions of muggle-borns; partly because you're convinced he thinks he's just better than most people. Pureblood or otherwise. He was a very talented young wizard and very handsome. You can't help the smug expression that takes over.

"She can't help having no taste."

"I'm not even obsessed with her," you fire back defensively; a little too defensively and they all snicker. "Stop bullying me for having friends other than you guys. Just because nobody else likes you three."

"What did I do?" Draco questions, his brows knitting together. "I didn't say anything about her."

"I know but you were probably thinking it," You huff. "And you laughed."

"You can't punish me for thinking things,"

With a roll of your eyes, you stand up and leave the table. You could only deal with so much negativity at any given moment so you take a detour into the lion's den. Too many Weasley's to pick Ron out from the crowd so you keep an eye out for Potter; who for some annoying reason was sat all the way at the other side of the great hall. You push in beside him and a brand new first-year earning yourself the odd stares. Sadly, Hermione is nowhere to be seen.

"Oh great you're here," You didn't appreciate Ron's tone. You shoot him a sharp glare, he was definitely someone you hadn't missed over summer. "Draco sent you?"

"Why would Draco send me?" Like Draco would even trust you as a spy. "He doesn't care about you all that much... at least not you Ron." You flash him a tight-lipped smile. "I came to see Hermione actually, I thought she'd be with you two."

"She already went back to the dorms, said she wasn't feeling well."

You can always count on Harry not to make a snarky comment, you thank him before heading back to your friends. Pansy was the first to tease you about running off to play with the lions but you didn't really care. You'd grown used to it by now.

Your robe hangs off your shoulder and you almost drop the textbook you have tucked under your arm as you power walk through the corridors of Hogwarts. It was your first class of the semester and you were late. McGonagall was not going to be happy. As you burst through the door, there is a split second you're relieved that you don't see your professor only to remember she was an Animagus. Once a cat now morphed into one of your favourite professors right before your eyes. "You should know your way around the castle by now,"

"I woke up late,"

"See that it doesn't happen again, now take your seat."

The only space left was conveniently right next to the girl who was on your mind more often than not. You swallow hard as you trudge to the second desk on the middle row. Your heart thumps in your chest and you wonder if she can hear it too. Knowing Hermione the way you did, you wouldn't be surprised if she could.

"Never expected you to be late," The familiar whisper of her voice tickles your ear. "Finally stopped trying to prove you're better than me?"

"I overslept but that doesn't make me a bad student," The dropping of your textbook sounds so much louder in the silence. "It was Pansy's fault anyway."

"Your mistakes are your own," She says thoughtfully. Continuing to scribble notes down onto her parchment paper.

"Since we’re back, I think we should continue our tradition of playing chess on Fridays." You open your new textbook, sneaking a glance at Hermione's to figure out what page you're supposed to be on.

"Can this conversation wait,"

She started it but you don't express that; instead, you nudge her knee with yours under the desk. "It's a simple yes or no."

"I know it's exciting to be back but that's no excuse to distract other students. Please leave Miss Granger to her studies."

Again, she started it so why were you getting the blame? You look down to your textbook with a defeated sigh. "Sorry, professor."

"You'll have plenty of time to catch up later." She taps the pages of your textbook with some rolled up paper in her hand before walking away. When the coast is clear, you nudge the girl next to you again.

"So Friday then." You note the smile on her lips but she doesn't reply. In fact, she gives you the silent treatment for the rest of the class.

Come lunchtime, you're very awkwardly sitting at the Gryffindor table waiting for Hermione and her friends. The spots of green that adorns your robe stands out among all the red and you can't help but feel unwanted. Slytherin had such a bad reputation despite actually having some great witches and wizards. "I think you're at the wrong table, Slytherin is over there."

A sigh of relief slips into the air and you look up to her. She stood directly behind you, clutching her books like they were the most precious things on earth. There was a cocky grin on full display that filled your entire body with a gloriously warm feeling.

"Didn't anyone tell you I'm a Gryffindor now?" You announce as she takes up space next to you. Harry sits the other side of her, greeting you with a small hello while Ron is on the opposite side of the table completely ignoring your existence.

"Is that why you're still wearing Slytherin's colours?"

"Honourary member?" You shrug a little. "Besides I still need an answer."

"About what?" She places her books neatly on the table before her, exchanging them for a plate. Ron has already got his mouth full of god only knows what.

"Friday? Chess? Or we can do something else, I honestly don't mind."

"Sure," Hermione nods in agreement. "I'm still free at the usual time. I haven't practised much over Summer though at least not the wizard-kind."

"Then it's a date," you wink playfully trying to keep up your confident persona but in reality, your stomach was doing somersaults. She never used to have an effect on you or more accurately not to this degree. It's as they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. "You two are free to join if you like," you glance between the boys as best you can. "I assure you my fellow Slytherin friends aren't invited; they wouldn't be caught dead hanging around Granger."

"Charming,"

"They're very particular about the company they keep" You play it off as a harmless joke.

"I think what you meant to say was that they're awful people," Ron mumbles through a full mouth. He was right but you don't appreciate it when he says it; they're still your friends.

"Careful how you talk about my friends, Weasley," You warn, keeping your eyes on him for a moment before softening. "So how was your summer, Hermione?"

"You really want to know?"

You nod eagerly. "I would like nothing more. Your parents are muggles so it's like going back to a different world for you."

Like a child listening to a bedtime story, you're sat there enjoying your lunch as Hermione tells tales of her summer. There was a beautiful light behind her eyes as she spoke of her parents; you could tell she was proud of them even though they weren't wizards. You also listened to Harry and Ron talk about theirs and how they all came together with the other Weasleys at 'The Burrow'. You didn't ask for an explanation because frankly, you didn't care.

It was almost weird how quickly everything fell back into place at Hogwarts; it truly felt like you had never left. How you had missed endangering your fellow students by doing unauthorised magic outside of class. As well as the evenings spent in the Slytherin common room with your friends. As much as you hated boring classes, you even missed showing off to Hermione. She still managed to beat you in the likes of History of Magic but Potions was where you truly excelled.

With the day free, you had decided to spend it with Parkinson wandering around Hogsmeade. It was a fine day for it and you could both do with some time away from the boys. The sun was shining bright in the sky and so the little village was relatively busy. You're on the way to Honeydukes when you notice her walking alone; at least you think it's her. "Granger?" You call out and she turns to you; as well as some other shoppers. Your expression brightens only for Pansy to elbow you sharply in the side. "What did you do that for?" You bite back a foul word, shoving your friend away and walking towards Hermione.

"Don't look too happy to see me. Where's Potter and Weasley?"

"I'm not sure," She admits, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "I didn't come with them."

"Don't have any other friends, Granger," Pansy snickering to herself. Hermione simply rolls her eyes as do you. "That's a little sad."

"You can join us if you like?" You suggest.

"What?" Pansy was clearly surprised by your offer and rightly so but you weren't going to miss out on an opportunity to hang out with Hermione.

"It's alright," You can't deny her rejection had you feeling a little disappointed. "I'm fine being alone."

"Are you sure?"

"You don't have to pity her," Pansy comments bitterly, tugging on your arm impatiently. "Can we go?"

"Go on ahead and I'll catch up." You sigh

"Fine," She spins on her heel and marches away. "Don't take forever."

"Sorry about her. She's incapable of saying nice things."

"It's alright," If you weren't mistaken her smile brightened just a little. "I've grown used to the company you choose to keep."

"I really did want you to join us," You tell her sadly. "I understand if you don't want to though. Next time we should come together."

"I don't think Pansy would appreciate my company," Hermione shifts her weight a little, dropping her gaze. "But yeah maybe another time."

"Tell you what, how about we do something later- If you're not busy of course? I know how you are about studying."

"What do you want to do?" She asks quietly.

"Uhhh..." you had no idea what you wanted to do, you just needed to talk to her. Maybe if you tell her how you feel, she'll become easier to navigate. Plus you weren't exactly one to shy away from expressing yourself for too long. "Meet me in the astronomy tower okay?"

"Why?"

"Just do it, Granger." With a wave of your hand, you go running off after Pansy. Walking through the door of the famous sweet shop, she's not too hard to spot. Stood before a display of Acid lollipops, her attention is drawn by the bell announcing your arrival.

"Where's the mudblood?" The raven-haired girl turns back to the array of sweets.

"You didn't want her to come with us," you argue, walking up beside her. You pick up an acid lollipop that was snot green in colour; amused by the idea of gifting it to Draco or something but ultimately you place it back.

"You never normally listen to me about her." She comments, picking up a pack of cauldron cakes.

"I wasn't gonna force her to join us when you hate her," It wouldn't be fun for anyone. "I'm meeting her later anyway- so it's fine."

"Oooh going on a date," Pansy teased. "I didn't know you swung that way."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all," Pansy shook her head. "A mudblood on the other hand..."

"Not homophobic just prejudice, interesting." You chuckle. Pansy pays for her cakes but not without you adding a chocolate frog to the price; a treat for being such a git you told her. Grabbing her hand, you lead her out so you can continue the rest of your day.

You hear your name as you stroll through the courtyard on your way to meet Hermione in the astronomy tower. You'd be lying if you said you were not nervous. A quiet groan escapes as you see Draco. "Heard you got yourself a date with Granger."

"Who told you that?" You knew the answer already.

"Parkinson."

"Of course she did," you reply with an exasperated sigh.

"Didn't know you liked girls."

"It's not a date anyway," you explain. "Mind your own business."

"No offence but dating Granger of all people? I mean, I thought you at least had some standards."

"Leave me alone, Draco." You spit back.

"Someone's grumpy," His arm snakes around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Where are we heading?"

"I don't know where you are going," Struggling out of his grip, you push him away from you. The last thing you needed was Malfoy coming along with you. "I'm going to see Hermione."

"Fine, I'll leave you to your little date."

Your middle finger shoots up at him as you strut away. Thankfully, he seems to keep his word and doesn't follow you any longer. Ascending the steps of the astronomy tower, a shiver spills through your body as you reach the top. Hermione looks so lonely on the platform, staring out over the grounds.

"Sorry I'm late, Draco wouldn't leave me alone," You announce, the floorboards creaking a little with each step.

"I thought you weren't coming for a moment," Her voice is so light and sweet; you can practically hear the beautifully gentle smile behind it. "Why did you want to come up here anyway? It's awfully windy."

As if summoned by her voice a gust of wind attacked the two of you with its brisk bite. "I like it up here," You muse, scanning your surroundings as you walk up alongside her. Leaning down against the railing. The rolling hills of Scotland really were something to behold. "It's peaceful and pretty, not to mention far away from the dungeons."

"It is a great view." Hermione agrees, shuffling a little closer to you.

"And I wanted to talk to you." With the way your stomach sank, you were sure you'd pass out if the metal railing wasn't there.

"About?"

You hesitate, taking a deep breath as if it would somehow bring along with it some courage. You've never been this nervous in your life. "Did... you finish the... uh, Herbology homework?"

"You brought me up here to ask that?" You couldn't look at her confused face for too long. Definitely not the reason you brought her up here but you panicked and those were the words that came out. "Of course I have," She declares matter of factually. "It's due on Monday. Have you?"

You shake your head a little.

"I can help you if you like? I still have the books checked out from the library."

"I don't need help from the likes of you," You tease but your heart’s not really in it.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhmm," You nod your head, forcing yourself to look upon the girl you have grown so fond of. She makes you want to throw up but in a good way.

"Are you sure?" She looks so adorably confused. "You're acting weird."

"I'm just nervous," You admit. You spin around so you back is against the world and you can only focus on what's in this very room.

"Nervous?" She repeats although it's posed like a question. A gust of wind flows through her hair lifting it ever so slightly before it settles again. "Why do I make you nervous? We've spent hours together before."

"It's just... you're the most spectacular witch in our year and-"

"Well now I know there is definitely something wrong," She places her soft hand against your forehead and heat rushes to your face. You were now painfully aware of how close she was; she smelt... flowery with the sweetest hint of something sugary. "Such high praise- are you sick? Maybe we should take you to the hospital wing?"

You delicately remove her hand, lowering it but never letting go. You take another deep breath, long and slow. It was now or never. "I like you."

"I like you too," You meet the stars that twinkle so elegantly in her eyes. You had to get back to the dorms soon or you were both going to end up in detention.

"I like you... a lot." You gently squeeze her hand, eyes dropping to the floor out of sheer embarrassment. This wasn't how you expected things to go.

"Okay..."

"As in more than friends a lot." Your voice is but a whisper laced with the howls of the wind.

"Oh," Was all she said. You waited for more but it never came. You were scared to look at her; too scared to let go. A distant chuckle grows closer and panic spills through your veins. Hermione's hand slips through yours as you both turn to see Draco Malfoy. He clapped slowly as one by one some fellow snakes slithered behind their leader. Parkinson, Zabini and Goyle; the only one missing was Crabbe. Not that you wanted him here, in fact, why were any of them here?

"I can't believe you," Pansy starts with a bark of a laugh. You imagine Hermione must be very confused because even you have no clue where this was going? You rightfully regret telling Pansy about your plans tonight though along with Draco. They come up behind you and the Gryffindor steps away.

"Good going," Draco continues, slinging both arms around you. He wears the widest of grins as he congratulates you. Wow, maybe he was just happy that you managed to go admit your feelings. Perhaps they were just being good but nosey friends. "Didn't think you'd actually go through with it."

"Thanks," You smile warmly, embracing his touch.

"So should I tell Granger or would you like to?"

"Ooooh, can I do it?" Pansy practically jumps up and down where she stands; eager to please the alpha. You had a bad feeling about this.

"Tell me what?"

Your friends all snigger and you can feel Draco's grip around you tighten.

"That this was nothing but a dare," The lie drips from her tongue with such ease, it could be considered impressive. "We wanted to see if you'd actually believe someone could like someone like you."

"We didn't think she'd actually do it though. She's a little soft this one," Draco gently taps your chest. "Doesn't usually have the heart for it."

"Guess she finally realised she can do better than a filthy little mudblood."

You know you should say something; at the very least you should be denying what they were saying but you found yourself completely frozen.

"How pathetic can you be," Pansy stepped into view but not before you saw a single tear spill down Hermione's cheek.

"Hermione," Your voice disappears below your friends’ phoney words and bitter laughter. The Gryffindor calmly exited the tower leaving you alone with them. Red hot rage filled your body as you broke free of Draco. Each of them wore Cheshire Cat smiles except Blaise who seemed out of place among the rest. Whipping out your wand, you aim at Draco pushing him back until he reaches the banister. There was nowhere else for the snake to run. The tip of your wand pressed against the pale skin of his neck.

"What - the actual - fuck?" You growl through gritted teeth. The funny thing about Malfoy is that he may seem like an alpha but confront him and he turns into a baby. Whimpering at the mere threat of a jinx or curse. Would your friends go against you to save the leader? It didn't seem like it.

"We're just trying to save you from yourself," His Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Can't have you slumming around with witches like that," Pansy jumped to his defense but it only made you angrier. A hand fell onto your shoulder, whose you couldn't be sure but you'd make an educated guess and say it belonged to the girl herself.

"I didn't ask any of you for help," Your grip tightens around your wand. There were so many things you could do to him; some mild and nice, others... not so much. And for once in your life, you find yourself inspired by your least favourite person. Ronald Weasley. Who could forget the time he tried to curse Draco Malfoy and it ultimately backfired which was hilarious in its own right. With a flick of your wand, you back away slowly. "I never expected any of you to be so cruel- not to me anyway. I genuinely liked her and you had to go and fuck it up."

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead, he gave an almighty belch and a fat slug dribbled out of his mouth and straight onto the floor. Had the situation been different you'd probably have laughed but you just stormed off back to the common room and straight to bed. It wasn't like you would have had much time to search for her anyway.

You're up bright and early the next day. Desperate to leave the common room as quickly and quietly as possible. Pansy had tried to talk to you when they got back but you blanked her. As you step through the doors to the great hall, you search for Hermione along the length of the Gryffindor table. If you could just explain yourself maybe you wouldn't feel so bad? Maybe your chest wouldn't hurt so much. Without much of an explanation, you charge towards her and grab her wrist to pull her away from her breakfast. Thankfully she willingly let you guide her. "Where are we going?"

You didn't really have a particular destination in mind just a place far enough away from the great hall that nobody would interrupt. You don't stray too far before finding an empty corridor.

"About yesterday-"

"It's okay," She interrupts, surprisingly calmly. Had roles been reversed you'd probably be furious at her. "Your friends put you up to it. It's not a big deal."

"Hermione..." Her eyes fell anywhere but on your own as you watched her.

"I don't think we should hang out anymore. It's clear you're only doing it to amuse yourself and your god awful friends."

"That's not..." Your expression softens. "true."

"Maybe you're more like your friends than you think," That hit you straight in the heart and what made it worse is that she was right. As much as you liked to deny it, you wouldn't hang out with them if you weren't. But you genuinely enjoyed their company when they weren't being massive gits.

"I meant what I said." As quiet as your voice was, Hermione stopped walking away. "I really did. It wasn't a dare."

"Then... why?" The brunette turned back to you looking like she was about to burst into tears. Stepping closer, she stepped back.

"Because I'm an arsehole with shitty friends," A pitiful laugh at the excuse. "They got it in their heads that they were saving me or something by making it seem like a joke. I should have said something in the moment but I was just... surprised. I really do like you and I'm sorry about what happened. I won't bother you again." Better to cut your losses than expect forgiveness. You hadn't exactly denounced your friends other than the silly little curse you placed on Draco. As you glide past, Hermione catches your hand. Every moment of embarrassment once again filled your cheeks. "What are you..." you trail off as you look at her. Soft eyes paired with a tender smile.

"We're gonna miss breakfast."

"I'm sorry?" Now she was confusing you.

"You're not responsible for your friends actions," Her fingers interlace with yours. "And while I don't like the company you keep, I don't think you're anything like them."

"You don't have to do this," You express; part of you expecting this to turn out as a joke. Although Hermione would never do something so cruel.

"I know but I want to." This time Hermione is the one to lead the way.

"Can I sit with you?" It was an unusual ask considering everything that just happened but you couldn't face your fellow Slytherins right now. "I'm kind of icing out my friends so I'd rather not have to sit with them."

"Of course," She gently squeezes your hand. "You're an honourary Gryffindor after all."

Somehow you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders only for more to be piled back on. Sure you told Hermione how you felt but you still weren't sure quite where the two of you stood. Not to mention you couldn't avoid Draco and the others forever. You grow more hesitant with each step back to the great hall. Pulling her back just as you reach the entrance. Hermione stumbles against you, clearly, you had caught her off guard. Utterly amused, you help her steady herself.

"Can I kiss you?"

The world melts away as she nods ever so slightly. The fluttering of wings deep in your stomach now grew fierce as you slowly reached up to grace her ruby red cheek with the palm of your hand; she felt silky smooth to the touch. Your heart skipped a beat as your lips connected in an unsure but heavenly embrace. Hermione tasted like spearmint toothpaste and you just couldn't get enough. But it was short-lived. Uncertainty morphed into that of admiration as you watched her mouth curl up into a smile.

"Ladies," You feel her jump a little, as do you at the sound of Fred Weasley's voice. Had he been there the whole time? Judging by the shit-eating grin as he disappeared into the great hall, he had witnessed the whole thing.

And with a matching expression his twin brother, walks just a few paces behind. A playful wink in your direction as he passes by. "Fine morning isn't it?"

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Delectable Delicacies

Chapter 2

Millicent was already seated at an outside table with a latte and chocolate mousse, when Rose arrived. Dropping her books on the table she pulled out a chair across from her. “That’s a lot of chocolate you’re engulfing there.”

“Nothing you say will deter this sublime experience. Gregory called. He’ll be 10 minutes. Sylvie’s inside ordering.”

“I’m starving, haven’t eaten all day, just a granola bar at lunch with juice.”

“They have a great veggie burger, chili fries, Asian salad, soups, and she paused to add a dramatic flare, deserts to die for.” Shoveling in the last spoonful of mousse, Millicent announced, “Now that I’ve had desert, I think I need a burger and how ‘bout we share some fries. You can have most of them, I just can’t eat a burger without an accompaniment.”

They were just returning to the table when Gregory arrived. “Millicent’s eating backwards tonight,” Rose, said, “she started with desert and is now on the main course.”

“I hear that’s very Ayurvedic, sweet then your meal, maybe I’ll do the same.” I need something sweet too, could you pick me up a brownie, Rose asked. I hear they don’t do magical concoctions here, so I should be safe?”

“I told you already, my intentions were honorable, the book was the culprit.”

“Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking why do we have to follow the instructions of a recipe book? How do we know it’s not just manipulating our lives?”

“Well, you’re not really bound by anything,” replied Sylvie rather too seriously for Rose’s taste, the book came to me, but I won’t risk my best friends living their lives as two dogs and a cat, but you are free to do what you want.”

“Well, at least we’d be together,” said Rose snidely.

“Well, I don’t think you should be alone in that big house. What would you think of all of us staying together or taking turns being with you, so if something happens you’re not alone,” asked Millicent.

It’s a good idea, agreed Gregory and Rose. “Well, I would feel a whole lot safer, but I wouldn’t want you to disrupt your lives.”

“We’re a team no problem.”

For a while they were silent, content in the sun with the hum of people passing, each in their own thoughts. Finally, Sylvie reached into her bag and laid the book on the table. The cover was ancient looking, but the inside had a crisp modern look with an old world design. It looked innocent enough, like any other cookbook. “Well, open it,” prodded Gregory. I’ll take notes,” said Rose, and she reached for her ipad. They rearranged themselves around the book, and Sylvie opened to the introduction.

“I’ve been wondering if you’re the only one who can prepare a recipe?” Rose asked.

“And do we need to hide or lock the book up? How do we get answers to questions?” added Gregory.

“Well, the basic facts are clear,” Sylvie began and Rose listed in abbreviated form as she spoke.

1. Have book six months, return to library, hide

2. Use to help someone but no idea, why or when or who

3. Must be kept safe

4. Can’t reveal contents or back to animals.

5. Can’t copy recipes, but can memorize, can photograph maps, desserts.

“Well, that answers the question of caring for the book. We need to keep it safe. My dad had a hiding place built behind one of the bookshelves, that should work.”

“We’ll all have to know how to retrieve it; but can we even touch the book asked Rose?”

Sylvie smiled and lowered her voice to almost a whisper, “Go ahead, Rose, pick it up.” Rose reached over with trepidation. “Go ahead” urged Sylvie, “what’s the worse that could happen?”

“Yes, that’s what I’d like to know.” But before she could make up her mind Millicent reached out and grabbed the book off the table. They gasped, and exhaled in mass relieved to see she was unscathed. “Here Rose,” and she passed it on before Rose could think too much about it. Gregory took it last. “Well, we seem fine, so we can all touch it, and if we have to keep it safe, it might mean someone else wants it, and if we can touch it so can that person.”

“I wonder if can we cook from it? Millicent asked. “Well, I’m not for trying that except in dire circumstances, and I am not eating anything Sylvie cooks from it, stated Rose emphatically, so let’s go with no, we can’t.”

The borders of the table of contents were inked in flowers and herbs, the recipes in cursive writing , each according to season. “Maybe, we memorize spring and summer since by August you’ll have returned it.

“Perhaps not copy but rewrite the recipes in a different form? You know, just list all the ingredients and memorize the quantities, see if there’s a pattern to the recipes,” suggested Gregory.

“I don’t think so, it very clearly says commit to memory.”

“It’s not so bad,” Rose stated, six recipes for each season, that’s 12 total, so 4 per person.

Sylvie turned to the recipe she had prepared, “This is the recipe I made last night. It was only after I fed you that the book showed the result. See right on the bottom,” she said, pointing to the print and reading, “feeding this to anyone will turn that individual into a dog or cat depending upon their preference.”

“Um, Sylvie, we’re not seeing that at all” said, Rose, and Millicent and Gregory, nodded in agreement.

“Oh,” said Sylvie,“but it’s right there, you believe me don’t you? See this one clearer says rabbit.”

“Thank goodness, you didn’t make that!” exclaimed Millicent.

“Well, I’ll just add that to our notes. Only Sylvie can see outcome of recipe.

They chose the recipes they’d be responsible for, and Sylvie turned to the back where the extra text instructions had appeared, but this also was visible only to her. “Look,” she exclaimed “It answered the question we asked! I can’t even remember what it was said Rose. Gregory asked, “Can we cook from it? It says, only the person who found the book, can prepare and deliver the result on the bottom of the page. Anyone can locate and gather ingredients.”

“Well, I’m not cooking from it ever,” said Rose. “I have to agree with that,” and “I second it” said Millicent.

The streetlights were coming on before they finally parted. Each had selected the recipes they would commit to memory, along with photographing the maps and ingredient locations. Rose had agreed to compile it all and photocopy the information, so at least they shared this part of the book. For now, they would rotate staying with Sylvie, and once the semester ended they would move in together for the summer. Millicent would go with Rose until the week-end, and then one of the others would come. “I have to get a change of clothes, said Millicent, “why don’t you walk home with me and then we can go together to your place.”

Across the street on one of the roofs a figure rose as the group departed. He had been watching, observing. He stood and stretched; now he could also go home

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