Bride of the HP Dragon

Pansy Parkinson naturally knew how to throw a party.

Hermione took the slender crystal champagne flute that Nick handed her, took a sip absently, and was immediately surprised by the soft and lively rose champagne.Honestly the wine was delightful, and like everything else in this ballroom, Pansy always did things to perfection.

Rose champagne is the only bright color in the scene layout, and the rest is milky white.The ceiling is completely covered with snow-white silk, so that dancing shadows under the illumination of a large number of candles are cast on the undulating ceiling.

Like looking at clouds from the water, which unfortunately wasn't something Hermione wanted to recall.

Cloth is also wrapped around the four main columns, and the silk is skillfully stacked at the base of the columns.Hermione stood in front of such a pillar, imagining herself as Jack Beanstalk in the world of giants.She felt that she was standing at a high point, but she understood that it had nothing to do with height, and that nervousness could easily make people cringe.

Liveried waiters fill the room with champagne and pastries, so discreet you don't realize there's someone standing behind you until you need a drink or bite.Even if you prefer to stay still, there are two long tables covered with food at each end of the rectangular room, and in the far corner a savage-looking goblin is playing a duet of lute and violin.Neville Longbottom has recently discovered that they are not happy to take song requests.

An hour after the banquet started, the space in the banquet hall was not saturated.Hermione estimated that there were about 200 people in attendance.

There were all sorts of people coming, old Slytherins in large numbers, Gryffindor represented by Harry, and graduates from other houses.In addition to Dumbledore, the Hogwarts teachers and several department heads from the Ministry of Magic, including Nick's boss, were also present.Ron was conspicuously absent, having promised weekend leisure time with his mother at the Burrow.Ever since Ginny moved into Grimmauld Place permanently, Molly Weasley suffered from empty nest syndrome.

Hermione now regrets not accepting Nick's dinner invitation before the banquet, it's not a random occasion, and she's changed at work, bemoaning her chance to use the ironing spell on her gown.At least the crimson didn't seem to wrinkle easily, and she really should have planned a better outfit for herself, but just thinking about it for the night made her head explode.She hadn't been in the mood for work that day, and she hastily put on a darker red sleeveless oriental print robe over the dress.The robe was fastened at the front like a corset and hung an inch longer than the gown to the floor.

She doesn't have a lot of time to take care of her hair, and the current hairstyle is the same as before.She curled her hair with her fingers and applied styling cream, and her shoes didn't match at all.Open-toed shoes were too cold, so she wore a pair of dark brown long, skinny high-heeled boots that she bought with her mum on a shopping trip to London.

They might not be great for evening wear, but her gown is long, and who's really going to notice?Nick, bless him, he doesn't even know the difference between UGG boots and espadrilles.

But Draco Malfoy probably knew.

"Why should you care?" The annoyed little voice sounded just like her time.

Her hungry stomach growled, and Hermione just drank some champagne because it gave her something to do.Unfortunately it directly affected her head, which is not an unpleasant thing at all.A heavy, slightly drunken feeling rose from her knees and climbed up her head.

Annoyed with herself, Hermione put her glass on the empty plate of the first waiter who passed.

Nick was by Hermione's side, warm and attentive.He looked great in a black suit and tie.Hermione was grateful that he hadn't asked any questions about why she had been determined to hide behind the huge ice sculpture at the northern end of the ballroom for the past hour.

That ice sculpture has to be a dragon, doesn't it?Its eyes were like glace cherries or something, and Hermione moved closer to look more closely, wondering if anyone would notice if she removed one of the cherries.

"You know, we'll go whenever you want," Nick whispered to her. "Actually, we don't even have to come."

He was very considerate, and Hermione knew that.

Hermione didn't reveal much about her past with Draco, but after six months of private dating, Nick was good enough to guess that Draco Malfoy meant something to Hermione at some stage.More importantly, he knew that the ending was not so good.

He was right, she didn't have to be here, of course she was invited, even though the silver embossed invitation didn't mention that Draco had invited her specifically.

Draco was the guest of honor, but this was Pansy Parkinson's party.She should politely reply (translator's note: the original abbreviation PSVP, Répondezs'ilvousplait, the meaning of reply.) that she is going to Nick's date.Nick had befriended Pansy through a mutual acquaintance, the late August Winthrop, Hermione reminded herself gloomily.Because another of the Malfoys had died, albeit indirectly, Millicent Winthrop, née Bulstrode, was certainly not here.

Hermione wanted Nick to say something, otherwise she would be kind of stupid to just stand around and do nothing.

Another waiter passed by, and a resigned Hermione brought a fresh glass of champagne.At the other end of the banquet hall, Harry concentrated on brushing off the crumbs of his snacks.

Next to Harry was Ginny, looking lovely and pretty in her sea-green gowns and her hair rolled up, talking cheerfully to Neville Longbottom.

As if feeling her looking at him, Harry looked at her, his glasses slipped a little from the bridge of his nose, and he pushed them back with the same index finger that had pushed the pastry away.Harry was endearingly handsome in his black dress robes and a serene white tie around his neck.

He pushed away the pastry (it was just a plain oatmeal cake) with a heartwarming look.

Nick was also watching: "It looks like Potter wants to talk to you, go, I will go too."

It might be time to move away from where she was, Hermione thought, shivering from the cold of the ice sculpture.

Still no Draco.

Of course she couldn't care less, Hermione reminded herself again.She's here for Nick's company, and he's thinking of Pansy, who's a well-informed witch.

She couldn't avoid anything Draco-related for the rest of her life, and they were about to cross again, weren't they?

But it doesn't look like tonight.

There was some tension vibrating in her stomach like a spring, and Hermione couldn't help feeling as if she was going to find out the results of NEWTS she forgot to review.

Forcing a calm smile on her face, Hermione walked across the ballroom, passing other guests standing and talking in twos and threes, her long skirt swirling around her feet as she moved.

"Hi," said Harry.

"Hi," Hermione replied a little impatiently, "what's this?"

He raised his eyebrows at her unusual sloppiness: "nice to meet you, I didn't expect that guy Went to be invited too. Did you two come together?"

Harry was doing something he didn't usually do, and he was a little grumpy.

"That Winter guy?" Hermione repeated angrily. "Harry, you know I'm dating him, and I wish you'd be more amiable."

"I can't help it, I don't like people who hold the purse strings of the Ministry of Magic. They've cut our budget four times this year, and you're not really dating him, are you?"

"We've been dating for six months!"

"Tch," Harry wrinkled his nose, "it's nothing."

"It's only because it took you six years to get Ginny." Hermione also ignited her fighting spirit.

"I'm not sure I agree with the word 'got it'," Longbottom said, leaving to speak to Professor Sprout, before Ginny offered her opinion: "By the way, you look good in this color, the dress From Madame Lacroix's shop?"

"I'm sorry, Ginny. Also, here are her clothes." Hermione added hastily to Harry, "I don't know why you don't like him, that's his job."

Harry is happy to complicate matters: "He's a bit of a nerd, I'm more of the active type."

Hermione couldn't believe what she heard: "Well, luckily I'm dating him, not you."

Ginny smiled and said, "You two be quiet, he is here."

Nick came over as he said: "Hello, Harry, Ginny."

Ginny also smiled: "Hello, Nicholas, how are you doing?"

"Good, thank you. What about you?"

"She's fine," interrupted Harry. "So Winter, can you do us a favor?"

"Us?" Hermione squinted at Harry, who hadn't had much friendship with Nick since the latest wave of Ministry of Magic-forced budget cuts.

Nick paused, looked at Hermione, and then said to Harry with a sense of generosity: "Of course, what?"

"paper clip."

Nick blinked. "Paper clip."

"Yeah," Harry said, "I filled out a paper clip order form on Wednesday, but you know it's really urgent, right? We can't wait until we need paper clips for important administrative purposes, the problem is I The department's fixed allowance for this month has been overrun."

"Auror has a fixed allowance?" Ginny murmured to herself, and Harry responded by dragging her aside and ringing her tightly.

"You want me to advance your next month's allowance so you Oro can have... paper clips?" Nick concluded dryly.

"Can you?" Harry's eyes sparkled. "I mean, can you talk to your boss? I would be very grateful."

"Yes, I think..."

"That's very kind of you," interrupted Harry again. "There's Kardash," Harry pointed to the fat, red-faced gentleman in the kilt, who was using the flying spell to get a waiter to fill his glass. .

"Harry, you're so bad," Ginny scolded after Nick left to run errands for Harry.

Harry grinned. "Is that so? Once Kardash makes a move, there's nowhere to go unless some idiot runs up to him."

Hermione looked at Harry's funny look with mild displeasure: "You could have told him to leave us alone for a while, and he would have understood."

"Yes, but I like to complicate things."

She rolled her eyes: "So you've got my full attention now, Potter, so just speak up."

"I think it's time to talk about Malfoy."

Hermione unconsciously touched the original tattoo on her buttocks: "You think so?"

"The past of the two of you has become a fruitless ending...well, it's unresolved," Harry insisted. With Harry's dramatic sigh of resignation). But it's for both of you's best to let Malfoy know."

"Then even if I have to finish it, Harry, he doesn't even bother to attend his own party!"

Harry was confused for a moment: "He's right there!"

God, he was there.

Only Draco Malfoy could stalk her effortlessly, standing next to the ice sculpture.Hermione suddenly thanked Harry for calling her here earlier.

They watched him, and a group of other guests also noticed Draco's presence in the banquet hall.Right at the drinks table, Pansy Parkinson, delighted at the VIP's low-key presence, swooped down on Draco like an excited and enthusiastic bird, chatting loudly with him.

Ginny touched Hermione's arm: "Hermione, say something."

He's grown up a bit.

Rather, he grew up everywhere.

"Say it." (Annotation: Ginny asked Hermione to say something, Hermione could only say something, suddenly very distressed...but there was also a squeak and a squeak of joy...) Hermione squeezed out the words, her voice was like paper as fragile.

Malfoy hadn't really been skinny, and a lot of kids were thin at first, but plump up by puberty.Not Draco, he was small when they first came to Hogwarts, and it wasn't until third year that he started to catch up with the other boys at the school.

The last time she saw him, he was tall and thin, the typical build of a Seeker.Right now, he looks like he can handle the Bludger with ease.

Her heart seemed to be churning violently.

He looked completely different, yet the same.He was still very slender, but the feeling of being too lanky was gone.In fact, he seemed to fill the simple black dress robes so that there were hardly any gaps.The gown is not tight, but carefully tailored.Hermione wondered if Pansy had arranged the outfit, since Harry had mentioned that Draco was out of fashion.

Her eyes fell on his feet and she almost laughed.Draco's dress shoes were probably black, but the sun had faded them.The shoes were worn out, but Hermione dared say she could tell they were comfortable even from a distance.

Now, Malfoy was still talking to Pansy, and Hermione could only see his profile, almost all of which was Pansy.After she had clearly confirmed and appreciated the cut and fit of Draco's robes, she reached over to smooth the hems for him.

When Pansy spotted Draco's choice of shoes, she protested briefly.It was astonishing that the new Draco tolerated such a fuss.Not angry, not clapping Pansy's hand away.He just looks bored and impatient.

At this moment, Hermione was trying to keep her stomach from coming out of her body, and Draco Malfoy was bored and bored.

Then he looked to the rest of the ballroom, and Hermione saw his face all of a sudden.She saw the same strong, straight, slender nose, and prominent cheekbones that made his face look thinner and more defined than she remembered.But yes, the rest of him grew up.His shoulders were broader, and his chest was thicker.Because the robe covered his feet, Hermione couldn't see what his lower half was like, and wondered why the hell she should care.

There was still a teenage look on his face, and Hermione could see it from the curve of his expressive lips, knowing that he would twitch slightly when he was happy or mocking.

Hermione was a little surprised that he looked less like Lucius than Hermione expected.With less sneer and arrogance, he seems calm and calm, very calm.

Pansy seemed satisfied and eventually walked away leaving Draco alone.

Oh dear, Hermione scanned the crowd, praying for someone to come up and talk to him, trip him up.

No one stepped forward and it was all his fault for being so damn unapproachable.She forced herself to keep looking around, forced herself to act normally, sure he would know that when he spotted her, she chose to look away.

As it happened, Draco was looking at her as if mentally slapped against a wall.That omniscient, soul-piercing gaze had so easily breached her already scarred shield against panic.The din of the banquet hall seemed to have faded away, until only the murmur of the crowd remained.The excited gray eyes were fixed on her.

All the emotions that Hermione had devoted so much time and energy to cultivating—anger, heartache, and pain—were temporarily set aside, leaving only rigid and cold insights.

Hermione realized that Draco Malfoy still had the ability to make her forget to breathe.

"Let's get started," Hermione vaguely heard Ginny say.

He walked straight towards her, Harry, and Ginny.You know that kind of pace, Hermione thought, unable to get her head around it.She had followed him so many times during those passionate two weeks, and that determined, bold step was etched in her memory.Draco had no intention of walking around aimlessly, he was always very purposeful.

He walks towards her.

Maybe not?

He brushed past them, close enough for Hermione to smell the spicy aftershave keenly.He kept walking until he disappeared behind the refreshment table.

"Uh, well..." said Harry, "things are going well."

Stupid tears started welling up, but the tears weren't really stupid and ridiculous.She knew perfectly well in her head that she was upset, but she still thought it was very stupid.

Hermione saw that the glass French windows were open to the terrace and the inner court.

"I'm sorry," she said to Harry and Ginny, "I'm going outside to get some air."

Out of trust, neither Harry nor Ginny asked any questions.They didn't warn Hermione that it was getting close to freezing outside, because they seemed a little tired from what had just happened.

"Go ahead," Ginny urged her. "I'll tell Nick you have something to do."

Nicholas Winter wasn't a troll, Draco had been watching him secretly for a long time, and finally decided he'd better accept that fact.

But he was actually an accountant, and that was a crime to be added.

Through the crowd that Winter interacted with, he appeared to be in his 30s, well-educated, well-mannered, well-dressed, affable and without any known relatives of crazy murderers.

Really, what lame reason could there be for a wizard not to have such an eccentric family member in his family tree?

Nick Winter also happens to be Muggle-born, which is another thing he and Granger have in common, he has a face like that...

Correction, he has a kind face. (Annotation: The author chose the usage of kindofface and kindface...), this is a person who has never known cruelty nor conquered.

He's also not as tall as Draco, which is another matter.

But none of this slowed down Draco's rage this night, and Pansy still had the brains to invite the idiot.She gushed out to Draco that Hermione wouldn't accept the invitation herself unless it was in the hands of damned Nick Winter.

Draco hid well in the shadows of the hall until avoiding his own party was no longer an option.So he goes in and discovers the hideous ice sculpture of a dragon that Pansy has improvised from Romania.

Pansy spotted Draco and hurried over to speak to him, and he heard her say "I can't believe you're late" and "Where did you get these horrible shoes" before he showed up.

But he had a hard time concentrating. He focused on Winter and Granger.

They were together, at his damn party!Potter was talking to the man, and then Winter walked away, leaving Hermione to deal with things on her own, so she might notice him soon enough.

He felt his heart beat faster.

The so-called "ideal partner" means that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.She was exactly what he had imagined, and after so long, his imagination had pictured several imaginary Hermione Grangers, and reality had exceeded his expectations.

Hermione's quiet charm attracted him as much as ever, the crimson gown setting off her complexion like sheer cream.Candlelight also graced her, her short hair longing to be touched.Just the right length for his hand to slide and knead over it.She was still so petite, and even looked more fragile, but he knew that under this delicate appearance was iron-like toughness, and he had proved it with himself.

Gosh, he could have imagined the next scene, thanks to Merlin, Pansy was gone.

He decides it's best to leave.

If you care enough about someone, you will do everything to ensure their happiness.You may have to avoid them, you may even need to leave the ballroom and hide in a dark corner of the patio, and beat a hapless innocent upright.

But it was better than beating a hapless and innocent wizard, Draco thought.

Of course it was impossible to beat Winter, and Hermione would never forgive him.Pansy would also point out the fact that Winter wasn't the first man to date Hermione since Draco disappeared.If he was going to teach Winter a lesson, then to be fair he would probably have to find every man Hermione had dined with over the past few years and knock their teeth out.

"She's a woman, Draco. We all have needs," Pansy had told him earlier in the day.

Hell, he has needs too, more basic ones like the many times he can't find clean drinking water throughout the day.Or the time he had a twelve-inch gash in his side that he had to close without bone and tendon.

It wasn't that it hadn't occurred to him that Hermione might have someone else, he wasn't that stupid.But he would rather convince himself that Hermione would see the light of reason, would resist, would not be able to deny, would see what was right—yes, that was it, she would go where she belonged, and Hermione belonged to him of.

Damn, now he really wants to punch Winter in the face.

The object of his love had just chosen this time to leave the banquet hall from the place he had entered earlier, and went out onto the terrace.

No, it's still too fast.He was still trying to control his jealousy and anger, he didn't want to scare her.

Draco was hiding in the shadows, probably where he felt safest.

Hermione rubbed her arm as she watched the moonlight flood the inner garden.Everything was black and silver, and the moon was bright and huge, though not as big as it seemed in the east.

She glanced at the moon resentfully, and her warm breath turned into a puff of mist in the cold night: "What are you looking at?"

Draco smiled in the dark, he couldn't help it: "The moon is the same as what I see in my eyes, I like your short hair, it suits you very well."

Hermione turned around in a start, the horror in her eyes stinging at Draco.But she immediately turned from fear to anger.That's right, this is his Hermione, an infinitely rational woman wrapped in layers of sensibility.

"You," the simple pronunciation in her mouth seemed to be cursing: "what are you doing here?"

"I live here now, remember?"

Draco thought she blushed a little: "Yeah, but I thought I was alone." Hermione took a breath.

"I know how it feels," he said quietly.

She had already walked away, the long dress coiled gracefully around her lap: "I have nothing to say to you."

Draco stayed where he was, even though it took a lot of effort to do so, he preferred things to go his way, and when they couldn't, he used brute force.

"Then don't tell me, let me tell you."

That made Hermione stop, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she took a deep breath.The corset on her body accentuated her bustline very beautifully, and this deep breath obviously enhanced it.

She turned around slowly: "Thinking about it, I think I'm going to listen. Explain to me why I should forget the past. That's what you're going to say, isn't it? Then I'm going to welcome you back with open arms ? I guess that's what you expected? Harry has said a lot."

Anyway, Draco thought it was enough to start with the truth: "You belong to me."

She blinked quickly, then blinked again, and he could see her pretty hands shaking.

"After five years of time... thinking if you were dead or dying or something worse happened, no way of contacting you other than three pathetic postcards. After all that you've given me After the pain, this is what you're going to tell me? Huh?"

"That night in Knockturn Alley... I tell you there's no turning back. FidaMia got the start, and we literally took the spell to a whole new level, and then we got damned etched. Granger, I don't want to be with you We empathize with the ridiculous urge to pretend what we have. Give me some time, please."

"Obviously you don't feel as strongly as I do," Hermione's voice was low and clear, and she pointed her finger at her heart: "Remember, I'm the one who's heartbroken! I'm not the one who left without saying goodbye, you That's right. Don't tell me what time it is!"

He nodded: "Yes, I understand. I only need 1 minute. Now please think that you can't really be so angry with me all the time. Now that I am back, the two of us can never be separated. You know the spell will consume us, it has been here we go."

She snorted, "Whatever the spell, and I've really forgotten about you, Malfoy! I started my life anew, and it's not my fault you didn't!"

He took a silent step towards her. "I don't doubt you've started over. Your resilience is amazing. That's one of the many things I love about you, Granger. But if you feel like you've forgotten If you miss me, then you are lying to yourself."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing, how could he have the audacity to sound so convincing?If his light, effortless confession was going to take her off guard, his unabashed cockiness had succeeded.Hermione, aware that she was in danger of total breakdown in his presence, despised him for it.It's not going to happen because she's spent so long mentally building it up.

She tried to get away from him a little bit to regain her composure, but he apparently misinterpreted this as coldness.

"Okay," he said, and Hermione took a curious delight in the quiver in his voice: "Let me picture it for you. Put yourself in my role and go back five years and imagine you were in love I."

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but he stopped her: "Wait, just listen to me. You fell in love by accident, the accident was beyond your ability. You despise the world and everyone, you don't trust people, Especially your own family, who you think betrayed and abandoned you. But this new love...it..." Draco paused, trying to find the words: "It's really wonderful. It's like a whirlwind, Passionate, vulnerable, totally irrational, ephemeral, but also real. I was caught in it, moved by you. Then something happened, directly or indirectly because of you. Horrible things happened, and someone Dead. Terrible."

"Only I didn't die. You saved me, remember?" Hermione reminded him softly.

Draco's eyes were burning, like clear crystals under the moonlight: "It's almost like that, Granger. I almost couldn't save you. You're drowning in my arms, I feel your life passing, you don't know what it means to me Influenced by it, you died for me."

"But you promised you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye!"

She realized that she was crying out, her pain and fear venting, and what followed was an intoxicating relaxation she hadn't expected.She can't stop, and she doesn't want to stop.

God, when did he get so close to her?They were almost standing next to each other, his serious and tense face before her eyes, and the hair Ginny had cut with her hands had grown a little.The bangs have grown to reach the eyes, but the hair in the back is still short and messy.He had a thin white scar on his left cheek and another on his left chin.Her mind froze with amazement at new discoveries and little details about him.

"You knew it was a promise I couldn't keep when you asked," he hissed.

Some part of her mind had also noticed that Draco Malfoy might be ten times scarier than ever, but anger always made for bravery, even if it was a stupid kind of bravery.

"Oh, so it's my fault that you left for five years?"

"I did what I had to do to get back to you, I couldn't stay before, and that didn't help."

"You don't know anything!" Her tone was full of scars: "We could have been very happy."

He shook his head heavily, his hair covered his eyes, and he impatiently flipped it back with his fingers: "No, we won't be happy. I can't be with you like I am now."

Honestly, she could just look at him like that, she could just sit there and watch him live well, that's the deepest feeling she has for him, knowing he's survived what he's been through, settling over the belated dust in one breath.It was like being punched hard in the stomach.

No no, she's really going to cry now.At this time, her hand, like many times in the past, was about to lose control.She reached out and pressed her palm against his cheek.He flinched, as if she was branding him.

His breath came quickly, obviously pleased with Hermione's realization, and then she took her hand back.

On the other hand, her mouth is still firmly on the same front as her head, mature enough to make her tone be fake and sharp.

"So this is what you have to tell me? That's it? Are we done, Draco?"

His eyes flickered for an almost eternity, and he finally moved away, wiping them with the back of his hand.

"Yes, I think we're done."

Five years ago, she would have stretched out her hand to make him look at her with this raw, defenseless feeling, just as he does now, but time makes it firm.She felt triumphant and somewhat balanced by that, because there might never be another person on the planet who could hurt Draco Malfoy as deeply as she did.

Rightly so, the power of that realization eased her own pain.

They had nothing to say, and now Nick was probably looking for her everywhere.Hermione turned to go back to the ballroom, to the party full of laughing guests.

With every step she took, she gradually opened up the distance.She knew he would stay where he was, watching her go.He didn't come after her, he didn't come with angry footsteps, he didn't grab her arm and pull her back so he could laugh at her for being a vile, bad liar.He didn't coax her with kisses or frighten her with punishment.

He did as she asked, he left her alone.

What about the result of her emotional outburst?She had imagined their inevitable reunion a hundred times over the past eight weeks.

It was funny, she thought she had finally got the ending, but the pain was still burning.

Just when she reached out to push open the floor-to-ceiling windows and enter the banquet hall, something happened.

There was a hiss in the air, and an invisible force pushed her away, Hermione's heels dragging across the floor.Someone cast a powerful blocking spell from inside the ballroom, sealing the room.

When the spell connects with the floor-to-ceiling windows, the power is released through the glass, and the air is charged with static electricity.

Hermione instinctively shielded her head when she fell to the ground and shattered glass rained down on her.Her ears were buzzing, and she tried to stand up, but then she realized that someone had almost covered her.She didn't need to look to know it was Draco, and with his hands covering her head, Hermione fumbled for her wand.

Shards of glass were everywhere, and the air was full of powder.She started coughing, could barely see anything, and hurt her knee as it scraped debris on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, her ears apparently still recovering, as Draco's voice sounded slurred.

"It's okay," she gasped, "what happened?"

"We're being attacked," he replied, and quickly pulled her to her feet.

The animosity between the two was put aside immediately, and Hermione was sorry why death, danger, and disaster always seemed to keep them together, but it didn't last long.

Together they ran low together down the outcropping stairs, past the bare rose bushes, towards the bushes at the back of the estate, where the lights in the ballroom had been extinguished.

There was nothing but darkness and screaming behind them.

The author has something to say:

The young master was so proud of the owe, always reminding me of Zhang Dongjian in "Gentleman's Character". Come to me by yourself, and in this life, I will finally kneel down for you once.

Hermione's performance was a bit disappointing, but there was nothing wrong with it. Loving someone is spineless.It's not that she can't forgive Draco, probably she can't forgive herself, because of these years and these tears.