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the HP Fandom waking up to the Cursed Child spoilers

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there are some people in the hp fandom who are so against cursed child spoilers but damn it I live in America and will never ever be able to travel all the way to a different country just for a play so I AM WELCOMING ANY SPOILERS I CAN GET

Boats Against the Current || Theomione || Post-War AU || Part I

[Un-beta’d. Any and all errors are, naturally, faults of mine.]

~Dedicated to @colubrina, that badass Slytherin anon from the other day ( 💚💚💚💚💚 to both of you amazing snakes), my TumblrTwin @lyndaloyde 💙💙💙💙💙 ), and the crazy bae who gave me the idea @the-before-and-the-after (💝💝💝💝💝)~

He was scrubbing a particularly vile spot of something from the bar when she walked in. Magic had the oddest of limitations sometimes, and whatever concoction had been spilled on the counter earlier in the day had long since dried by the time he’d come in for his late shift. Thankfully, he wasn’t as helplessly ignorant of muggle remedies as the ‘good guys’ would paint him. Bar Keeper’s Friend was an aptly named product; of that he was certain. He was not, however, quite sure just what Hermione Granger was doing in this grimy hovel. Alone, no less.

She sat at his bar, at the very end of it, but she still purposefully chose to be served by him. Not that he was advocating for his coworkers – at all – but still, she was Hermione Granger.

“Aren’t you a tad too pleasant to be down here?” He asked, trying to keep his voice as friendly and commending as possible.

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The days were dragging, of course they were. The butterflies in Hermione’s stomach had reached a fever pitch. The closer it came to Monday the more she felt like she would vomit. She couldn’t believe that she was going to pieces over Draco Malfoy, of all people. She couldn’t believe that she had been able to give him another chance after everything he had done.

She had caught glimpses of the man he could be when they would study together in the library. Of course it was in secret under multiple privacy charms so no one would spot them. The moment that solidified her faith in him was the night in the manor when he refused to give them up, no matter how his parents prodded him to confirm their identities. She huffed to herself and turned away from the mirror, calming her thoughts.

She was holding up the fifth dress she had tried on. It was blue and plain looking. Not something she’d want him to see her in on their very first date. “A Date? When did I start thinking of this as a date?” she thought to herself. She huffed again, if she was being honest, this was a date, one she had always hoped for. One that she had never allowed herself to believe would actually happen.

Monday came in the blink of an eye and before she knew it, she was sitting in her room biting at the skin around her nails. She allowed the anxiety to take hold for a few minutes before Draco came to pick her up. She was home alone; her parents not yet home from Australia. They had chosen to stay a few extra weeks to digest all that had happened. A loud bell had startled her out of her thoughts. He was here, ready to pick her up and show her how much he really had changed since their childhood.

She checked herself over one more time, shrugged, and made her way downstairs. She had decided on a pale pink spaghetti strap dress made with lace, it was super girly. Then again, she hadn’t felt much like a girl in over a year. She paired the dress with a pair of wedges that gave her legs a beautiful shape. Opening the door she expected to see his signature cocky smirk but instead she was met with a beautiful bouquet of moon roses. Incredibly rare and hard to grow, she was amazed at them. “They’re beautiful, where on earth did you find them?” She breathed as she took them out of his arms. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. You deserve only the best and I intend to shower you with it.” He said as he followed her into the house and shut the door behind him. She put the flowers in a vase and then showed him to the door. He smiled at her and said “Meet you there?” She had turned on the spot and disappeared before he finished his sentence, her laugh ringing through the air.

Tom the barman had shown them to a candle lit booth off to the side, where they had privacy to speak. They had ordered appetizers to share, rather than filling up on the broomsticks food. “One bottle of Olde Faeries Wine, Please” Draco ordered for them. “So, Mr. Malfoy What made you decide to ask me out?” Hermione asked, right to the point. “No skirting the topic, huh Granger?” He smirked at her. “Well, it took me a long time to realize that everything my parents had forced on me wasn’t necessarily true. How could it be? If I, a pureblood wizard, was second to you, a muggle born, in everything except flying. How could you be beneath me? How could I live my life knowing that I had accepted all of Lucius’ hateful garbage without question? I decided to, for once, be my own man. To use my eyes and to see the world for what it is, not blood, not good or bad, not black and white. All grey, except for you, you’ve always been the brightest of all the colors in my world.” He finished.

Her eyes were wide, if she had been any other girl she would have already melted into a puddle, but this was Hermione granger and she had pride, damn it! “How about you? What made you give me this chance?” he asked her. She was taken off guard for a moment, she had not expected him to ask this question, and therefore had not been prepared to answer it. “I’m not sure, I mean…I had seen glimpses of the real you all those times in the library. I knew that you had potential to be someone great, if only you could see outside of your family’s bigoted view. I think the moment that sort of solidified everything for me was the night at the manor. You knew it was us, you knew he’d kill you for allowing us to escape and yet still you risked it to help us. In that moment I promised myself that I’d help you, if we ever got out of this war alive.” She finished.

The bottle of wine was empty, their hands had somehow found their way towards each other and they were leaning in so close to one another that their foreheads were almost touching. Draco had reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and she had unconsciously leaned into it. Her eyes were focused on his lips, licking hers in turn. She wanted to get him out of here as fast as possible. “Let’s get out of here, go somewhere more private.” She whispered to him. The glint in his eyes was all the answer she needed.