Where We Once Were Pt. 3
For weeks now, You and Hermione were sneaking around now since your cousin and her friends would think you both flipped your lid but you didn’t think of that as you and her stood in one of the aisles of the library, looking in the books for Ancient Runes.
The library was your go to date place because of the fact if you were spotted here, you both could easily make up the excuse that it’s for your classes.
You were humming to yourself as you drug your fingers along the spines of the books. She was humming and tapping her foot along, off in her own world as she read a page from a book. You glanced at her, her eye brows furrowed as she read, eyes darting along the page.
You looked away before she caught you, it was her turn to look at you now. Noticing you fiddling with your reading glasses as you read the spines of the book, calmness radiating off of you.
You both silently wished you could go around like the other couples did. You couldn’t help but notice the slight her in her eyes when she saw a pair holding hands or sharing a quick kiss. But this is what you both chose.
She wasn’t ready to tell her friends and especially not Harry and Ron while you were trying to think of a way to break it it Draco. You had half a mind to threaten turning him into a fish and letting Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, eat him like you told her you would. A mischievous smile and a restrained chuckle came to your face when you thought of this.
“What’s got you in a giggly mood?” Hermione asked, smiling at you.
“Oh just think about my buddy Crookshanks.”
She rolled her eyes, “You can’t feed transfigured people to my cat.”
“But if it came do-“
“It would make you a murderer and he would be an accomplice.” She laughed, eyes crinkling as she smiled.
“C’mon, it’s a nice thought.” You said nodding at her, hoping she’d back you up on it.
She playfully scoffed, “Is it now?” She closed her book as she walked close to you, where she’d pulled it from the shelf. You looked at her hand, she noticed you looking at her hand.
“May I hold your hand?” You ask, you typically cynical tone replaced by a soft, almost apologetic tone.
“Yes.”
You turned to face her, holding out your hand. She took it, curiosity on her face. When her comparatively dainty hand placed in yours, you spun her around as if you were dancing.
This awarded you a few giggles from her, her hand never leaving yours.
You wanted to stay in this moment forever but you were interrupted by a familiar voice of a ginger. She immediately dropped your hand, you pulled a random book from the shelf and she turned to the other side of the aisle, following your lead.
“Hermione, there you are.” Ron said, looking at her, Harry was following him.
“Oh hey Paul,” Harry said, acknowledging you.
“It’s Pollux.”
“Sorry.” The black haired boy said, in a way that you knew her meant it.
“Anyway,” Ron started, “Have you seen Scabbers? Do you think your damn cat has eaten him?” He asked Hermione.
She rolled her eyes, “Don’t blame Crookshanks just because your rat decided he had enough.
You couldn’t help but laugh, which caught the attention of the boys, “Hermione, why are you hanging out with him in the library?” Harry asked, looking you up and down.
You knew what was in the back of his mind: the look people gave you when they knew who you were. And the worst part is you couldn’t blame them.
“He’s in my Ancient Runes class.” She justified.
Ron looked at you, “Wait a minute, aren’t you Pollux Lestrange?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Honestly Ron, don’t you listen to conversations?”
Ron looked at you with what you could only define as jealousy. You weren’t worried about it though as you met his gaze. You knew when you were trying to be intimidated.
“So… What assignment are you doing in Ancient Runes?” Harry asked, watching the glaring between you and Ron.
You cut your eyes to him, “We are looking for anything that’ll give us an edge in our upcoming quiz. What’re you two doing here? Besides the runaway rat?”
Harry’s mouth turned into a guilty smile, “Well, We were actually going to ask Hermione if she could help us with our Care Of Magical Creatures homework?”
Out of the two of them, you already preferred Harry. You smiled, “Ah,” you turned to Hermione, “Well, if you want to help them, I need to go make sure my cousin hasn’t drowned the first year in the fountain.” You excused yourself.
Hermione nodded, “Bye Lux-“ she didn’t catch herself and you smiled to yourself as you walked away.
“Lux?” Ron asked, the three of them now walking to a nearby table.
“It is just a nickname, now what do you need help with exactly?”
She hoped that answer was convincing.
You walked through the common room door and saw a familiar head in platinum blonde hair in the couch. You sighed. “Draco, I just need you to listen. So I started hanging out with Hermione and I… I asked her out a while ago and she agreed: I know what you’re gonna say and what they’re gonna think but is it really worth mine and hers happiness’s?”
There was silence. You walked to the front of the couch, ready to yell at him.
He was asleep, mouth slightly open and book in his lap. Even in his sleep he looked fearful. You sighed as you grabbed a nearby blanket, unfolded it and draped it over him.
“Goodnight Draco.”
