call it what you want (chapter seven)
Draco/Hermione, rated M. Chapter 7/14.
Hermione craned her neck towards the door when a gust of air lifted her hair off her neck. “Waiting for someone?” Ginny asked.
Hermione fiddled with the empty butterbeer in front of her on the table. “Draco said he might come out,” she said with feigned casualness. She wasn’t sure if he would show, though, especially with their slight awkwardness after his run in with the cursed crystal set.
He hadn’t meant our children. That was obvious. He meant your and he misspoke, or slurred and she misheard him. The only other option was that he had somehow imagined a future with her, a future with children. But that was impossible. He hadn't ever thought of her like that before she propositioned him. He even turned her down at first.
It wasn’t worth addressing with him.
She was being ridiculous.
Ginny’s eyebrows hit her forehead. “Draco?”
“He joins us all sometimes,” Hermione protested. It was rare, granted, but he had shown up for at least a few Department of Magical Law Enforcement happy hours. This was less of a work thing and more of a Harry-organized outing, though, but he had said he’d think about it.
“Yes, I know, I’m actually wondering when you started calling him Draco,” Ginny said.
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