"I didn't know you had this sense of humor, Malfoy. If I'd known, we would have been friends since we’re first years."
Hermione gave him a smile that reached her eyes.
Draco felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her. Never in his life would he have imagined Hermione Granger smile like that. Especially for him.
"Don't Potter and Weasel joke around with you?"
"They do. But sometimes, I just don't get their jokes."
Draco raised an eyebrow at her as she continued, "Their jokes are so childish most of the time. I think I'm such a killbuzz to them since I lash out to them whenever I hear them joke about other people."
"That's so you."
She blushed at the comment, the moonlight shining on her saw to it that he saw that.
Draco's eyes opened wide and coughed, "I mean, I know you care about others too much. And berating Potter and Weasel is just you. I can just imagine."
Then he laughed.
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It was the first time Hermione heard Draco laugh. It was a sound that made her think how long butterflies got into her stomach.
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If only He-who-must-not-be-named wasn't back, she thought, they could do this for as long as they want.
If only there wasn't a war incoming, he thought, they could take their time and get to know each other like this.
If only they just lived their lives as they wanted to, they thought, they might give themselves a chance in love.














