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Draco knew that something was wrong the moment that he woke up, giving a huge yawn and stretching his arms.
"Good morning, love," he said sweetly, only to glance over at the empty bedspread beside him.
The door to his personal dormitory was ajar, light seeping through and leaving sinister beams of white light patterned on the sheets. Hermione had left, most likely a fair while ago; the mattress beside him was cold.
But he couldn't let it tamper with his cheerful mood.
"She loves me," Draco said, looking at himself in the mirror and a smile spreading across his face. He was still on Cloud 9 from the events of the previous night.
"She loves me." He almost laughed out loud as he threw his robes on. He was still a little hurt that she had left without saying goodbye, but Hermione had just been following protocol. It would've looked quite bad if she had emerged out of the Slytherin Common Room in the presence of a teacher.
Besides, how could his spirits be dampened as a time like this? Christmas break was only one week away, and he had his first Quidditch match in five days. He was in love with an amazing girl, and she was in love with him; the only thing that could make his life better right now would be if McLaggen left the school.
Draco skipped the last three stairs and whistled a cheery tune as he made his way out of the common room, robes swooping merrily behind him as he exited through the portrait hole, where he met Blaise.
"What's got you acting like a Hufflepuff?" Blaise asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing." Draco smiled wider.
"Come on, mate," Blaise reasoned, as the pair made their way to the Great Hall. "It's Hermione, isn't it. What happened?"
Draco shook his head and turned to his friend.
"Have you ever been in love, Blaise?"
He laughed incredulously.
"Uh, no, I don't think so-"
"Well it's wonderful, my friend," Draco said cheerily.
Blaise gave a low whistle as the pair continued to walk down the corridors toward breakfast.
"I'm happy for you, mate, I really am," he said, "but you're not out of the woods yet..."
Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"
"There's always Weasley to worry about, he seems calm but I wouldn't put anything past him..."
Draco shook his head. "I'm not worried about him. He's been civil for the past month, I think he'll stay that way."
"Then there's the whole Amortentia thing. If whoever stole it wants to use it-"
"Don't worry Blaise, Hermione's smart," he said as they entered the Great Hall. "She won't let anything get past her."
But Blaise didn't respond.
In fact, he stopped walking all together.
Slightly concerned, Draco looked back at his friend.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look like you've seen a gho-"
But with a swift motion, Blaise grabbed Draco by the arm and began to tug him out of the Hall and led him back down the corridor.
"Draco, don't look back in there," he warned. His voice was deadly serious. Draco didn't pay any mind to it.
He should not have looked back in there.
Because there, in the middle of the Gryffindor table, stood the love of his life; arms wrapped around Cormac McLaggen as they shared a passionate kiss.
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