Why do you think we haven't told anyone! I am nineteen years his senior. He's far closer in age to my daughter than he is to me. I'm the Minister for Magic, for Merlin's sake! It's beyond inappropriate.
Teddy Remus Lupin is suffering at the minute. His thigh is burning hot because hers is pressed up against it. His head is cloudy because of her sweet smelling perfume. His heart is hammering in his chest at her sheer proximity– and that's to say nothing of that other thing.
Draco hangs his head between his shoulders as he leans his hands on his brewing table. After a moment, he groans aloud and uncorks the vial, downing the contents without a blink.
It's been four days of Hermione being accosted by color every time that she makes eye-contact with anyone. Thus far, she has noted glows of green, white, blue, yellow and purple floating around her friends. She has no idea what any of them mean, but she thinks that she might have a hunch.
Draco knows better. Truly, he does. He knows not to mess with time or with magic like this– and quite honestly, it's mostly Theo's fault anyway. Draco might've been the one to swipe the Time-Turner from his father's things, but Theo was the one who modified it. At least, that's what Draco is telling himself. It's easier to just blame Theo.
Take off your coat, baby, come on in. Well, girl, let me help to get back at him. And I don't know why you never say goodbye. Whatever hell he's puttin' you through, I can't wait for you to take it out on me. Put your lips on mine, let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
Walkin' through the front door, seein' your black dress hit the floor, oh, honey there sure ain't nothin' like you lovin' me all night long- and all I can think about is gettin' you home.
The first one is the one that catches Hermione off guard the most– maybe because it's the first, or maybe because of who asks, but either way, she wouldn't be entirely surprised if her eyeballs were about to roll out of her head in this moment.
The only thing keepin' me from losin' my head is I hate stripes and orange ain't my color, and if I squeeze that trigger tonight I'll be wearin' one or the other.
We had this date marked on the calendar forever- we'd take that new wed limo airport ride together. I feel like a plastic bride alone there at the top of the cake.
It starts slowly, little snippets here and there– an image of a garden, her hands adorned with unfamiliar mittens while snow falls around her, the cupboard in her kitchen where she keeps her mugs but with a few new ones added.
I'll take that as a 'no'. So, please, for the love of Merlin and the four founders, try on the next dress and stop worrying about what anyone else will think. If you love it, so will everyone who loves you– which is all of us, in case you've forgotten.
"Just– just stay there," Hermione instructs, earning herself a pointed look from the man literally restrained to her headboard. "Oh… right. Just– I'll be right back." - Or: Hermione's birthday doesn't exactly go as planned- though, she isn't exactly complaining.
What Draco absolutely does not account for in his schedule is crashing– literally– into Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger, who has been all but considered to be a missing person for the last eight months.