Sixteen. Conversations with Granger.

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"History or Runes?" asked Hermione. Draco was sitting opposite her, soaking in all her glory, and here she was, asking him what subject he preferred. Honestly, did she not get the drift? They were hanging out at his place, just the two of them, because both of them needed to have some 'intellectual' conversation.

"History, of course, Grangie," he replied. "Transfiguration or Runes?" In his defence, he really wanted to know what her favourite subject was. Couldn't blame him for being curious.

"Oh Merlin, that's a difficult one," she said biting her lip, "but I think I will go with Transfiguration."

"I knew you would choose that, you love McGonagall way too much!" he grinned.

"Yes, I do!" she grinned back. "Peeves or Nearly Headless Nick?" So, their conversation wasn't that intellectual, sue them. They had been reminiscing about Hogwarts since the past hour. It was indeed a good day.

"Peeves, obviously!"

"There's nothing obvious about it. He ruined all our night time escapades!" she huffed.

"Well, can't blame him for being a protective ghost, can you?" Draco smirked.

"Protective, my arse, he just ruined all the fun!"

"Look who's talking, Ms. Or-Worse, Expelled," he imitated her perfectly. She looked at him with her mouth open and hit him with a pillow.

"Ouch, you are too violent, Grangie."

"Only when I am aggravated," she replied.

"Just like an animal," he muttered, earning him another pillow smack on the head. He really needed to learn when to shut up.

"Back to the game, what's your favourite dragon?"

"Chinese Fireball," he replied within an instant. "What about yours?"

"The albino one that we flew from Gringotts. After that, I have been partial to albino dragons, not like there are many existing in the world in the first place."

"Albino dragons, eh? Are you hinting at something, Grangie?" he smirked.

"Shut up, Draco," she said laughing.

"It's alright to admit you have a crush, Grangie." How you wish.

"Oops, Draco, you caught me," she said blankly.

"Knew you would join the club soon enough, anyway. You look like the type," he grinned, enjoying seeing her riled up.

"Alright, Mr. Smug, enough with the lame jokes, ask me a question," she said ignoring his teasing.

"Muggle Paris or wizarding Glasgow?" Everyone knew how amazing the magical part of the Scottish capital was.

"Um, I think wizarding Glasgow," she answered. "I used to love Paris a lot, but Glasgow was just breathtaking."

"Me too, although my favourite one is magical Shangai," he said. "No one can do magic like the Asians."

"That I fully agree with!"

"Have you ever been to Shanghai?" he asked.

"Not yet."

"Good, let's go together. I would love to show you around, Grangie."

"And I would love you to be my tour guide, Draco!"

Draco was sure he would cherish this moment forever.

"Thanks! So, if not a healer, what would you be?"

"Oh, that's simple, a welfare activist."

"You already are one, Granger. Tell me something kick-ass," he told her.

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