Hello everyone! So here's a little Drarry for you this Monday evening, I hope that you enjoy it.

Trying to pay attention in class was becoming impossible, Hermione thought as she heard another snicker from the back of the classroom. Yes, the war was over and the 'dark lord' had successfully been defeated, but that was no excuse for behaving like a bunch of third years after one too many trips to Honeydukes.

Even Slughorn was acting as though retirement had come early; Hermione was fairly certain he was drunk. Ten am on a Tuesday, she thought crossly; while Snape may have been unfair towards herself and the rest of the Gryffindoors, at least he would never put up with, much less engage in, this sort of ridiculous behaviour.

She glared to the right as she saw Harry smirking and scribbling on a piece of parchment that had nothing to do with the assigned task. Ron sat between them, shrugging his shoulders and smiling in a hopeful way, obviously hoping to avoid a tiff between his two best friends. Hermione felt herself soften, even if only a little. They had fought a war together, for goodness sake, something as insignificant as this should not matter.

She sent Ron a reassuring smile, feeling the butterflies in her stomach take flight as he returned her smile with a large grin of his own. Her parents had been unsure of Ron until they had seen how perfect his teeth were. Never trust a man with bad teeth her mother had always said.

A loud snort from Harry made her rolls her eyes in disgust but she otherwise ignored him. As the defeater of Voldemort, Harry could get away with just about anything; the staff wouldn't dare take points off The Saviour of the World. All except McGonagall, who was more than willing to take points off the green eyed boy, most likely to prove she wasn't biased towards him. Hermione always knew there was a reason why she favoured her Head of House.

A balled up piece of parchment hit Hermione's shoulder and bounced into her lap, and she whipped around to face the culprit.

Cormac McCarthy winked at her as he noticed her observing him; however he continued flirting with Lavender Brown, who gave Hermione a filthy look before batting her eyelashes at Cormac, obviously enjoying the attention of the slime ball. Beside them Dean and Seamus were whispering excitedly about football.

In the third and last row sat three people: Luna, Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Judging by the expression on Luna's face, it would take a thousand paper balls flying through the room before she would notice anything. Theodore Nott looked vastly amused, obviously aware of what had occurred even as he continued on with his work.

The last of the three, Draco Malfoy, raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in Hermione's direction in a clear challenge, although it was the faint blush that had settled on his cheeks, and not the determined set of his jaw that caught her attention.

"Apologies Granger, that wasn't intended for you, if you could throw it at Potter for me? There's a good witch. After all I'd rather take my chances with him than with you – you punch quite a bit harder than Poncy Potter can" Malfoy drawled, nudging Nott with his elbow, who in return rolled his eyes and continued working. Hermione chanced a glance at Harry's desk, only to find him writing furiously, the expression on his face a strange mixture of amusement and fear. What in the world was going on? Oddly enough Luna was the one to break the strange silence in the room.

"It's funny that you call Harry 'poncy' in public Draco, though I thought the two of you had decided to keep it a secret that you-"

"LUNA!" Harry Bellowed, before clearing his throat and attempting to speak more clearly. "Luna, could you, uh… take a look in my bag? Damned Nargles are moving things around a think".

Hermione opened her mouth to argue that there were no such things, even as Luna's eye lit up and she began to rise from her seat. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you are), Slughorn chose that exact moment to wake from his nap and dismiss the class for the day, Malfoy dashing from the room as if the Dark Lord had asked him to snuggle. Harry stood abruptly, blustering out something about going to visit Hagrid before turning and going in the wrong direction, while Seamus and Dean had thrown their arms around Ron's shoulders, their conversation having moved from Soccer to Quidditch. Ron spared a look in Hermione's direction, ready to move to her side instead of walking with the sports obsessed boys but Hermione waved him on with a smile, knowing there was nothing that the redhead liked to discuss more.

Pretty soon the room had emptied out, with the exception of Hermione herself and Theodore Nott, both of whom grimaced soundly as the sound of Lavender's flirtatious laughter echoed down the hallway, haunting them as the arranged their bags.

"So have you figured it out yet?"

Hermione turned to see Nott regard her curiously, and all that she could do was shake her head.

Then perhaps, Granger, you may find the paper that hit you to be useful" he indicated the paper where it had fallen to the floor, before nodding respectfully and quietly exiting the room.

Hermione picked up the crumpled ball and sat back down in her seat, smooth the parchment out along the table and beginning to read, eyes growing wider with every line.

Well then…

Hermione sat on the plush sofa in the common room later that evening, ignoring the book that lay open on her lap in favour of watching the fire flicker before her, casting light and shadows around the room. Curfew had passed hours ago and Hermione had sent Ron to bed along with it, waking him after he started to drool on her arm. Students sneaking back into the dorms looked at her in surprise and fear, only calming again once she reminded them that no, she wasn't Head Girl or Prefect this year, and she wasn't waiting to get them into trouble.

Just Harry.

A while later Hermione heard the entry open and the Fat Lady muttering angrily at the late hour, yet nobody appeared in the room, the only tell being the rustle of fabric and the intake of breathe as Harry spotted her seated on the couch. The witch waited patiently, making no sign that she'd heard and patiently waiting to see if Harry was foolish enough to attempt to sneak past her. When the rustle of fabric started again Hermione cleared her throat loudly in the quiet room.

"Harry James Potter, don't think that I don't know what you sound like sneaking around underneath that cloak"

"Oh, Hermione! I didn't see you there" Harry's head appeared floating in mid air a little behind the couch, awkward smile and faint blush on his cheeks blatant giveaways to his lie.

"Come and sit by me" Hermione said, patting the seat beside her and choosing to ignore the falsity. It would be no good to get him on guard right at the beginning of this particular conversation.

"Oh well, it has been a long night Mione, I might beg off and get some sleep…" Harry replied, trying and failing to escape to the dorms without her noticing.

"Sit!"

With that Harry darted forward to take the seat beside Hermione with a speed that showed just how tired he obviously was not. He smiled shyly at his best female friend, hoping his adorable face (As she and Ginny once called it) would get him out of this oncoming interrogation.

You wish, Harry.

"So where have you been this evening?" Hermione began innocently enough, though the look behind her smile told Harry that if he even considered lying to her again this evening she would string him up for the first years to find.

"In the dungeons" He answered vaguely but truthfully, wishing that he didn't need to have this conversation.

"Following someone, Harry?"

"No"

"Visiting then?"

"Yeah" He was blushing furiously now, so much so that Hermione almost backed off her line of questioning but she knew she couldn't. She had t know exactly what was going on and that her friend was safe before she could be easy about this.

"Harry, you know I only ask you because I care about you, right?" she asked gently, taking his hand. He sighed and smiled at her, shaking his head a little at the situation.

"Yes I know Mione. I also know you know what's going on, because unlike me you don't jump in until you have all the evidence you need. So spare us both some time, and ask me the questions you really want the answers to".

"Are yu happy?"

"Yes I am"

"Because of him?"

"No because of Slughorn. Of course because of him! I know that it's completely unexpected and makes no sense, but I love him, and he loves me"

With that Hermione swept her best friend into a fierce hug, holding on much longer than necessary in her overwhelmed state. After a while Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and she pulled back, wiping tears from her eyes and laughing breathlessly.

"I'm just so happy for you" she smiled, raising her hand to touch the side of Harry's face and smiling so hard it almost hurt. "Okay, off to bed!" She cried, jumping up and moving toward the girl's staircase. Just as she reached the first stair however she turned back toward Harry, throwing something that he caught effortlessly thanks to his seeker training.

"I think that belong to you" she said softly, before turning and disappearing into the dorms.

Later on as Harry lay in bed, canopy curtains wrapped securely around him, he takes the note out and smooths it down in order to read it. He had seen most of it already, of course, however he had yet to see Draco's last reply, and he was curious as to that that might be.

Your hair is an atrocious mess – D

That's not my fault really – H

Ha, don't I know it. Plans for Saturday? – D

Hogsmeade with Ron & Mione, you? – H

Go with me instead – D

What? – H

Honestly, Hogsmeade would be so tedious with those two. You'll be a third wheel – D

Are you asking me to Hogsmeade? Thought we were being 'discreet' – H

Not exactly, I was just pointing out that I am much more fun – D

Ha, yeah right, you want to take me on a date! – H

Pfft, you wish, Potter – D

Whatever Malfoy – H

Harry, I was asking you… - D

I don't know if I believe you – H

Harry smiled as he read back through the conversation, his breathe catching as he read the last line

I would go anywhere with you, my love – D x

Harry snuggled into his blankets, smile firmly in place. Hogsmeade weekend? He grinned to himself, maybe they could stay in instead.

The End.

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