for once in her life, hermione jean granger didn’t have a plan. the day was open book, with nothing more or less to do. every thrift shop had taken her gaze at least once by now, maybe even twice, and the book stores had nothing new. well, safe for anything she’d be interested in reading. romance novels were more or less ---- boring. that is precisely the reason she’s striding down the cobble stone road, quiet in her thoughts of her friends and what the future held for them as a unit, that was until a strangely familiar silver head of hair caught her attention. eyes widen enough, alertness piercing the swell of her russet hues. she allowed a long moment of silence as she sweltered in his presence. cheeks glowing a firm rosy hue that spread from cheek bones down to the arch of where her neck ended and her spine begins.
lately she’d been finding herself in the pubs in her surrounding vicinity, probably more than she ever cared to admin. sitting down with a nice glass of butterbeer or fire whiskey, free to be at ease with the impending thoughts that continuously clogged every crevice of her cognize. her hand reached for the door, eyeing up towards him with irises hidden behind the thickness of her lashes, peering indecisively. “hello malfoy,” it was always fickle to think about what the future has to offer, and the possible decisions that would have to be made if things tuned for the worse. that’s why she was going to save herself the trouble and invite him, with her. “care for a pint or two?”
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