Chapter 3
Harry ⚡️
Harry: Hey! I can be in London next week… if I can stay with you and Gin?
Hermione: Of course you can! I’ve missed you 😭
Harry: Thank you. I miss you too. How’s your third year going?
Hermione: All my assignments are so close together, its stressful. I wish they’d space them out for a minute.
Harry: I get that. Glasgow’s the same. My last one is submitted Friday, then I’ll get the train down.
Hermione: Sounds great! Do you want a lift from the station?
Harry: Since when did you drive?!?!
Hermione: I don’t, my friends do.
Harry: Sure, if its not too much of a bother.
Hermione: It won’t be! Theo’s great. Send me the time you’re in and I’ll meet you.
Theo
Hermione: You know how I saved your life last week?
Hermione: I kinda need a favour.
Theo: sure whats up gorgeous?
Hermione: My friend Harry is coming down next week, could you take me to the train station to pick him up?
Theo: of course i can xx
Hermione: You’re my saviour now!
The bells rung three times, signalling the closing of the library. Hermione was disappointed; her research wasn’t even halfway complete. Reluctantly, she packed her bag up and lifted the books she needed to return. Looking at the label, she groaned inwardly. Who puts the heaviest books on the top shelf? Reaching as far as she could, it was quickly realised that she was not going to be able to put this back. She could take it with her, but that would definitely be theft. Having no other option, she turned in the aisle. Evidently too quickly and collided with what seemed to be a large rock. In less than two seconds, she was on her arse.
“Jesus fuck!”
Papers scattered everywhere, books and notepads.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Hermione scrambled to her knees to start picking her own up. She looked up, realising who she had crashed into. “Draco?”
“Granger. Didn’t realise you were such a hazard,” he deadpanned. “Here, let me help you.”
He also started grabbing the various sheets that fell out of her bag. He neatly placed them back in her bag, lifting the handle for her and offering a hand.
“Thank you. Sorry, I’m apparently very clumsy.”
“No worries. Your laptop okay?”
“It’s a brick. About a million years old but it means it quite literally cannot be broken,” she laughed. He lifted his mouth slightly amused.
“Nice seeing you, Granger.”
“You as well. Thank you again.”
