Second Savior // Dramione ✔️

+ Chapter Eleven +

"To hell with this!" Ron groaned. He slammed the book shut and nearly flung it across the library. His exclamation was met with glares from multiple people.

He'd been reading about time turners for hours. His eyes burned and his brain was about to explode from all of the words he'd processed. Unfortunately, nothing he'd come across had given any useful information.

How on earth had Hermione managed to read books all the time?

Ron glanced at the five books left in the stack, which included Tales of Time Turners, How to Be Careful with Time Turners: a Guide, The Truth About Using Time Turners, Why Time Turners Are Dangerous, and finally Sir Parson's Advice for Those Using Time Turners. Ron never wanted to read the words 'time turner' again. He rubbed his temples, feeling fatigued after being cooped up in the library all day.

Was it really worth going to all this trouble in an attempt to win back Hermione? There was no doubt he still loved her, that he still wished she was his. But what if he was doing all of this for nothing? Should he just accept defeat and let her be with Malfoy?

"No," he shook his head agitatedly. "She belongs with me. Not Malfoy, the bloody weasel who tortured her for years."

He rubbed his eyes a few times to wake himself up and sat up straighter. He was determined to do whatever it took to make Hermione fall in love with him again, even if it killed him. In the end, her heart would race for him, not Malfoy.

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Hermione opened the door to the oven carefully, double checking that the cake was baking properly. The heat from inside washed across her face, causing her to wince. Nevertheless, the batter was beginning to solidify, which was good.

She walked to the table, rearranging the perfectly placed table settings. She straightened the napkins, realigned the forks, and turned the plates so the design on them was facing the same way. A simple look at her face showed that she was nervous.

"Why am I worrying? It's just Malfoy. I've got nothing to fear," she whispered to herself. As she spoke his name a small smile crept onto her lips.

Although she wasn't one to be emotional, Hermione wasn't afraid of admitting the fact that she was seriously attracted to Draco Malfoy. Honestly, how could she not be? He might have been a pompous arse as a teenager but no one could deny his striking looks which were emphasized by his confidence. Malfoy certainly had no issues in the self-image department; something she envied.

There was still the nagging thought in the back of her mind, despite her talk with Ginny. Did he feel the same towards her? Or was she plunging herself neck deep into a one-sided relationship that she'd regret later on? If only she knew what he thought of her; that would take some stress away.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh! from the living room, announcing Malfoy's arrival. Hermione flustered and checked her appearance in the mirror before going out to see him.

"Evening, Granger." Malfoy offered a crooked grin that made her pulse quicken. "These are for you."

He withdrew a beautiful bouquet of roses from his robes, handing them to her outstretched hand. Hermione stared at them in awe, not quite believing her eyes. She'd seen roses plenty of times in her life but these were somehow brighter, more vibrant.

"I saw a man selling them in Diagon Alley and couldn't help myself. I hope you like them. If not, I can go back to the bloke and demand my money back-" Malfoy rambled on, which was unlike him.