Hermione's POV:

Words echo throughout the hall, ringing in my ears, burning themselves into my brain, forcing my head down.

I really don't understand spreading rumours sometimes, especially not when you gossip about the person standing just two feet ahead of you.

Really, how dense can people be?

Pretty dense, I suppose, people can be pretty dense.

"I heard that she doesn't want to do the deed with Draco because he cheated on her!" One fifth year student whispers loudly on my way to class, causing me to flush in anger.

Don't, Hermione, they aren't worth it.

"No way! Did you see her with Charles!?" The friend screeches under her breath.

I feel tears forming at the corner of my eyes but I couldn't let them spill, not now, not here in the open. I can't let anybody see my-

"Well I heard that she did it with-" I whip around, finally having enough of the group of fifth years whispering behind me.

"If you want to say something," I draw out my words, allowing every single letter to flow into their ears and to their brains, though I'm quite sure that since they were gossiping about me literally behind my back, they aren't that bright. "Say it. To. My. Face."

The trio cowers back, and glances at the hallway behind me. I whip around and see Draco standing there, glowering upon them.

"Did you hear that?" He growls, taking a step next to me. They vigorously shake their heads.

"Was she being clear?" He presses.

"Crystal!" The girl in the middle squeaks.

"Sod off then!" He hisses, shooing them away.

He gives them one last growl before squeezing my waist tightly with his left arm. Even though the movement is harsh, his touch still manages to slow time, allowing me to focus on him and only him.

God I love him.
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Draco's POV:

The halls of Hogwarts that I once used to rule, strutting around with my friends used to haunt me, but they now promised hope.

And unfortunately, they also promised gossip. Lots and lots of gossip.

"Say it. To. My. Face." I hear Hermione say sharply and angrily. I cut the corner and see Hermione scolding some fifth years, and I feel a protective instinct take over me.

Did they say something to her? I think. I glare at each of them before I finally decide to sneak next to Hermione.

"Did you hear that?" I growl, taking another step closer to Hermione. They shake their heads 'yes', though I have a feeling they only want to get out of the situation.

"Was she being clear?" I press, glowering at each of them.

"Crystal!" The girl in the middle squeaks. She jumps back at my pressing.

"Sod off then!" I hiss, threateningly shooing them away.

I give them one last growl before squeezing my wife's waist tightly with my left arm. A smile appears over her features and I drag her to our next class, glaring at anybody who dares to look at her in a way that was not admirable.

Some people really have no filter, huh?

"Thank you," Hermione blushes, keeping her head down, gazing at her books.

My wife looks at her books like she loves them more than she loves me.

"I said thank you, Draco," She mutters, turning to look at me.

Her eyes are full of concern and embarrassment, but they still look beautiful.

"Uh..uh-huh...yeah..." I mutter unintelligently. She giggles at the lack of brains I have right now.

I shudder and clear my throat, clearing my head and forgetting my past moment, though I'm sure Hermione doesn't.

"How unintelligible of you!" She snorts, slipping through the door to the Astronomy tower.

Professor Sinistra stands at the edge of the tower, looking through some maps.

"What are we supposed to do in broad daylight?" I ask Hermione, who seems to be thinking the same thing as I.

Our fellow peers continue to wander around, blocking their eyes from the intense visual rays emitting from the sun.

A few seconds later, Sinistra puts down the maps and announces our assignment. "Today we will study the mythology of all the constellations. I will assign each couple a constellation then you may begin."

Sinistra waves her wand and sends little slips of papers flying everywhere. I pick out ours from the air and see what constellation we got.

'Cygnus,' the paper reads, written in a delicate cursive.

"Cygnus...hmmm..." Hermione picks up her book and shoves it between us, forcing me to read through everything.

"I'll take notes," I offer, 'accio'ing some parchment, my peacock quill and ink.

She nods and continues to read through. A small blush appears over her cheeks. "What?" I question, craning my head to read.

"Cygnus is the constellation meaning 'swan' and is often associated with the myth of Zeus and Leda," She explains, flushing a bit further.

God she's just blushing so much today, isn't she?

I look up, confused because that wasn't so embarrassing. "And?" I ask.

"You're a neighboring constellation!" She brushes me off and closes the book, ignoring the small ribbon sticking out that marks the page that she was on.

I laugh as I pull the book away from her and flip open to the correct page instantly.

Thank goodness for this muggle contraption.

I scan my eyes over the page and find out why she was blushing. "Those who..."

She slams her head down on the table. "Fall in love." She whispers.

"Good thing you two already love each other then, eh?" Harry calls. We both whip around.

"Harry!"
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Hermione's POV:

I swear sometimes I want The-Boy-Who-Lived to be The-Boy-Who-Was-Killed-By-Hermione-Granger-But-Not-Voldemort.

No, I am not violent, and no, I don't hate Harry.

Only sometimes.

Alright, a lot of the times.

To be fair, he could be quite annoying.

And by 'quite annoying' I mean sometimes he has no filter.

Alright, most of the time he has no filter.

Remind me again why I became friends with him?

Oh he saved me from a troll.

In the bathroom.

In the bathroom.

That's a story to tell my kids, isn't it?

Oh, my kids. Draco's kids. Wao! That's....certainly unexpected.

Well, a lot of things were unexpected, but life sometimes was just like that. It throws things at you and expects you to be able to handle it.

Wow, how unfair, right!?

Oh yeah, definitely unfair.

"Harry James Potter I will stab you!" Lavender growls, holding up a steak knife.

Harry recoils and looks pleadingly as Ginny who only continues to stab at her turkey. "Don't look at me," She chides, ripping off a huge chunk with her teeth.

He looks over at me next, practically begging on his knees to help him. "Don't look at me either, Potter!" I take a sip of my pea soup and watch as he and Ron all but prepare to run.

"Your fault for mentioning hormones," Blaise snorts out his pumpkin juice from his nose, laughing uncontrollably. All the girls visibly flinch in disgust and lean away from the table. Astoria huffs and shoves a napkin in his direction, to which he responds with a breathy, "Thanks."

"Well then, glad Hermione isn't pregnant, huh?" Theo pouts, looking jealously at Draco. Draco smirks at Theo and winks at me.

Soon enough you will be, Hermione. I remind myself. Soon enough, I will be dealing with hormones. Oh joy!