“November faded into December. There were good moments with the bad. Granger’s fire, far from being quenched by Greyback, flared even more impressively.
In a moment of triumph at the lab that Draco felt honoured to witness, she completed the synthesis of the first batch of doses of the cure for lycanthropy. The laboratory was rocked by shrieks, jumps, and applause, as the entirety of Granger’s team heaped themselves upon her. Then they all sat or laid down on the floor, and someone opened champagne, and they passed the bottle around because they were too exhausted to conjure glasses. Granger attempted to make a speech, but her voice failed, and she put her face in her hands, and was wracked with silent sobs. This began a chain reaction of crying throughout her team, which only ceased when three or four more bottles of champagne had been consumed.
Many hours later, Draco found himself standing in a silent laboratory at midnight, with everyone asleep on the floor at his feet.
He carried Granger home through the Floo.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 31: The (J)anus (T)hickey Ward, by @isthisselfcare
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