To Me, From Me // DHr ✔️

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The next day, Hermione concluded that anyone could be the mystery person she was with in the photograph. It was, after all, five years from now. Who's to say she would end up with one of her classmates? She didn't think she'd want that anyway. She craved the company of an intellectual, you see. She wants someone who can keep up with her love for books and knowledge and long rants about all the injustices of the world. In the eight years she's been in Hogwarts, so far she's been in the company of none. But even though she's accepted that her search of going over her yearbooks have been fruitless, she still left for her next class disheartened.

2005 me must really hate 1999 me. What a big tease.

"Who put the cloud over your bed last night?" Dean put his arm around her as he spotted her on his way to Ancient Runes. "Why so glum, sugarplum?"

"Nothing that concerns you." She replied with a playful smile. Dean pouted but said no more as they entered the classroom.

"Thomas! Cheating on Finnegan with Granger, eh? Nice, nice." Kevin Entwhistle hollered at the two who just came in.

"Bugger off, Entwhistle." Dean, as he took his seat besides Hermione at the front row.

She batted her big brown eyes innocently at him. "Wow, Dean, I didn't know we were an item. You should've told me before at breakfast so I could've rubbed it in Sea's face." His pout went deeper (presumably at the mere thought of being straight) and pinched Hermione's cheek.

Ancient Runes didn't hold a lot of students, mostly Ravenclaws and of course, Hermione, Dean and, well, Malfoy. Her lack of awareness at what's happening around her has been grating on her nerves, because she hadn't even realized he was in all of her classes until today where he was suddenly everywhere. Literally everywhere.

Glad that her missing instincts have kicked in again, she was now ten times aware of a certain ferret looming about the halls at the exact moments she was. She then wasn't sure whether she wanted her instincts back anymore.

At dinner, Neville was talking to the group about a plant with properties that render the person who eats it not only invisible but also intangible, when Ginny, Quidditch garb-clad and muddy, came in bouncing.

"Guess what, guess what?" Her excitement was laughable and so contagious that Hermione couldn't help but play along.

"What's the super exciting news, Gin?" She asked.

"To shake things up a bit, I asked if Harry could come in to teach a class of first and second years. You wouldn't believe who was listening in on me and Hooch talking." When no one asked who, Ginny sighed loudly. "Malfoy! Malfoy was eavesdropping! And get this - he's taken up Slytherin's Quidditch Captain! And there's a match between him and Harry again, when he comes to visit."

The entire table was shook. They haven't seen Harry since the first week of rebuilding Hogwarts because he had to leave for Auror training with Ron so everyone was excited to see him again. Hermione was more shocked at Malfoy reviving the Slytherin Quidditch team, much less be the one leading it.

"Why'd Madam Hooch let him?" She suddenly asked.

"Oh, she didn't. I had to vouch for him." Ginny replied offhandedly. At Hermione's furrowed eyebrows, she continued. "Like you don't remember Harry and Malfoy's brawl back in fifth year. Wouldn't mind if that happened again. It was pretty hot." She winked.

"Ginny!" Came the collective groan of everyone in the table.

Ginny looked up at them obliviously. "What did I say?"