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After breakfast, Hermione started to head towards the Charms classroom, before Harry caught her arm.
“Hermione,” Harry said. “This isn’t a good idea.”
Hermione pulled her arm from Harry’s grip and twirled around to face Harry. “I know it isn’t, but don’t we need to learn how to forgive?”
“Forgive?” Harry said incredulously. “After what he did? He just stood by and watched as Bellatrix cut you through with her knife-”
“He couldn’t take Bellatrix if he wanted to-”
“He should have tried-”
“She’s his aunt!”
“So what?” Harry yelled. “She tortures countless people and treats them like shit, how could he not realize?”
“Just because your aunt was horrible to you doesn’t mean Bellatrix was horrible to Draco,” Hermione countered. “She probably treated him like a king. After how his father treats him, don’t you think that’s fair?”
Harry grunted. “You seem to have put a lot of thought into this, Mione.”
Hermione lifted her chin up. “Only because I see things as they are, Harry.”
And with that, she twirled around and left to go up to the Charms classroom.

“Sorry I’m late,” Hermione told Draco, “again.”
Draco was giving her an even worse face than yesterday, that said We both know neither of us have anything important to do, why are you late again?
“It’s fine, Hermione,” Draco said. “As long as this lesson’s worthwhile.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and took out her wand.
“What, no books, Hermione Granger?”
“Not with what we are doing today, Draco Malfoy.”
Draco stood up, took out his own wand, and waited for Hermione to say anything.
“So, Hermione, what is the lesson for today?”
Hermione smiled. “I was thinking what I should teach you, since you’ve obviously had enough training these past years. So, if I could ask, what is your Patronus?”
Draco’s smirk faded. “I can’t produce one.”
Hermione nodded. “Then, let’s work on that, should we?”
Draco shook his head at the floor. “No, Hermione, I can’t. I don’t have enough good memories-”
“I call bullshit, Draco Malfoy. You don’t have one good memory?”
Draco smirked. “Wow, I’ve never heard goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger curse before.”
Hermione scowled. “Sure you haven’t.”
Draco paused. He sighed, then frowned. “This is why I can’t do it. Almost everything reminds me of something I’ve done wrong.”
Hermione realized her mistake. She’d admit to cursing both Draco and Lucius Malfoy out during the incident at Malfoy Manor. He’d obviously remember that.
Hermione straightened her robes. “Well, let’s just try.”
Draco put his wand up in front of his face. “What’s your Patronus, Hermione?”
“An otter,” She answered. “Why?”
“Just curious.”
Draco closed his eyes, then opened them again, yelling, “Expecto Patronum!”
Only a silvery cloud puffed out of his wand, but nothing else happened. Draco grimaced, then turned to Hermione. “See, I’ve tried and tried again, and nothing ever happens. My memories aren’t helpful.”
Hermione sad-smiled. “Draco, I have trouble producing a Patronus as well. It’s common.”
Draco scowled. “Hermione Granger, brightest of the Golden Trio, can’t produce a Patronus? Give me a break.”
Hermione lifted her wand and dug deep for her favorite memories. Earlier in the Battle of Hogwarts, the memory of Ron kissing her in the Room of Requirement had sprung forth her brightest Patronus yet. But after, the memory had done nothing except a feeble otter that did not accompany her for more than ten seconds.
But she tried, because she seemed to be taking forever. She said calmly, “Expecto Patronum,” but only a feeble wisp of silvery smoke came forth.
So, she thought of Australia instead. Seeing her parents after the long war, the love on their faces and the comicalness of realizing they’d been tricked.
Out sprung a bright, but not too bright, otter (That Hermione had named Frank, because he just looked like a Frank), that swam around the room, and flexed its abilities by swimming around Draco’s head. Hermione willed Frank to vanish, and in a mere millisecond, he had.
Draco raised one eyebrow. “Sure, you have trouble, but at least you can produce one.”
Hermione slouched. “Draco, you’re not getting my point. I had an okay memory at first, which didn’t work, so instead I thought of a new memory.”
Draco stood there, then said, “I’m still not getting your point.”
Hermione sighed. “Draco, all you need are new memories.”
Draco smirked. “Hermione, you make it seem like its easy. I barely have any friends here.”
Hermione tilted her head. “What about Blaise? And aren’t you and Pansy a thing?”
Draco turned his head slowly towards Hermione. “Pansy? And me? A thing?”
“Yeah!” Hermione was starting to get impatient.
Draco stared at her for a few seconds, then swung his head back in laughter.
“What?” Hermione yelled. “It was an honest question!”
Draco wiped away a (maybe imaginary) tear from his eye. “Hermione, Pansy’s as gay as me!”
Hermione felt stumped. Gay? Both? How had she not noticed this before?
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Did you not realize?”
“Not really,” Hermione said. “I’m not very invested in your lives.”
“You’re invested enough to think we’re dating.”
Hermione scowled. “It’s not me who thought, it was Harry. You know, the day you stomped on his face and left him on the Hogwarts Express?”
Draco frowned. “That was a mistake.”
Hermione made eye contact with Draco. His ice-grey eyes seemed to cut through her muddy brown eyes, saying forgive me.
At this point, Hermione would like to tell you she yelled at Draco, told him that no sorry would sum up what he did. But that wouldn’t be the truth, and Hermione was a horrible liar.
“Draco, I’m sorry,” Hermione apologized. “I never should have brought that up. But you need to stop thinking like that.”
“Like what?” Draco said. “Like a person who regrets their actions?”
“Like a person who lives in the past,” Hermione answered.
Draco looked down, then back up. “I can’t.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows. “I didn’t know that Draco Malfoy was a quitter.”
Draco half-smirked. “No, Draco Malfoy is a coward.”
Hermione groaned. “Oh, my, Lord, Draco, you are horrible at this. I’m telling you that I forgive you, take it.”
Draco scowled. “Don’t do that to yourself.”
“Whoops, already did,” Hermione answered. “So while we still have,” Hermione checked the clock over the door, “30 minutes, how about we duel?”
Draco shrugged. “Alright, if you’re ready to get your ass kicked.”
Hermione scowled. She pointed her wand at the nearby desks and scattered them against the walls. She also took the extra precaution of casting a Cushioning Charm on the walls and ground.
Hermione swung her self around to face Draco, who was facing her at the other side of the room.
“Bow,” Hermione ordered, and the two of them bended slightly to each other and raised their wands.
They slowly circled the room until Draco yelled, “Tarantellega!”
Hermione cast a simple shield charm without uttering a word.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Draco said. “I can roll with nonverbal spells.”
So he shot another spell at Hermione, which caught her off guard enough to where she had to physically dodge the shot of red light.
Hermione sprang up and thought Confundus. Draco shot an Serpensortia charm, which produced a snake that swallowed the Confundus charm, causing it to turn on Draco instead.
Draco cast Evanesco on the advancing serpent and was smart enough to dive away right after he had cast the vanishing charm, knowing that Hermione would aim for him.
Draco dove behind Professor Flitwick’s desk, and popped back up to cast another charm that Hermione couldn’t dodge in time. It didn’t hit her with force, but instead caused her eyesight to ebb away, and Hermione knew he had cast Obscuro. Not knowing where he was, Hermione cast Protego Totalem around her, hoping it would hold Draco off in time for her to cast the reverse spell in time. Hermione turned her wand on herself and whispered Finite, causing her eyesight to return.
But Draco wasn’t anywhere to be found. She circled around her small area of protection until she felt it fade away. Carefully she creeped behind Flitwick’s desk, but he wasn’t there either.
She popped her head back up and standing there with his wand pointed at her face was Draco. He was smirking like he had won, but Hermione had another trick up her sleeve.
“Impedimenta!” Hermione yelled, which caused Draco to slow mid Expelliar-
Hermione stepped aside so that she wouldn’t get hit by the incoming spell and plucked Draco’s wand from his hand.
“Finite,” she said, pointing her wand at Draco.
“-mus!” Draco yelled, which looked pathetic due to his absence of a wand.
Draco looked around in confusion to see Hermione standing there with two wands.
“Damn!” Draco said. “So close!”
Hermione laughed. “Maybe next time, Malfoy.”
Hermione looked down at Draco’s wand. It obviously wasn’t the same wand as he had last year, since it had been stolen from him by Harry himself.
“Where did you get this wand, Draco?” Hermione asked.
“Olivander,” Draco answered. “Had to after Potter stole mine.”
Hermione nodded and handed it back to him. “Better than your old one, I’ll say.”
Hermione looked at the clock. They had been battling for 45 minutes.
“Draco,” Hermione started, “I know you probably don’t want to, but maybe you should join us going to Hogsmeade Thursday. You can bring Pansy and Blaise if you like.”
Draco thought for a moment. “Did the Chosen One agree to this?”
Hermione scowled. “No, and he doesn’t need to.”
Draco tilted his head.
“How about you tell me tomorrow, where you’ll meet me in the Potions dungeon at one o’clock,” Hermione said.
Draco thought, smiled, then nodded. “I’ll tell you tomorrow then, Granger.”

(Alright, to be clear, I am using the context of Hermione's movie scar for this story, only because it symbolizes something later in the story. Also, no, this is not turning into a Dramione, just wait)