Reversal Incidents Team

When Hermione finished work on platform nine and three-quarters with Harry and the others at King's Cross Station in the afternoon, she had been a little absent-minded.

When she repaired the crooked wall again, she heard Harry say. "Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, just a little tired." Hermione shook her head, she couldn't mention Malfoy to Harry.

Harry stepped over a pile of bricks and came to her. "Tell me, did you encounter something at work?"

"No, why do you say that." Hermione avoided Harry's green eyes unnaturally.

"I know working with Malfoy is not a pleasant thing. Wayne told me that you had a lot of licorice candies hanging in your hair one day. It was Malfoy's prank, right?" Harry put his hand on her shoulder, Hermione just stared at him.

Looking at her friend's concerned face, Hermione smiled and said. "Don't worry, Harry, Malfoy won't do those things again."

Harry smiled, too. "Then let's continue working now? Let's have dinner together at Grimmauld Place in the evening. Ginny is not here, and Kreacher's dinners are always too rich."

"Okay." Hermione rubbed her best friend's shoulder.

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The dinner prepared by the elves was extremely sumptuous, but Hermione would always see a pair of gray-blue eyes behind the flames as she looked at the flickering magic candles on the side of the long table.

Back in the apartment and filling the bathtub, Hermione submerged herself in the hot water soaked in citrus-scented bath salts, and she closed her eyes to see a strand of pale blonde hair.

She hugged Malfoy in the dining room for 5 minutes at noon, or 10 minutes?When they let go of each other because of the waitress' interruption, Hermione keenly captured his somewhat disordered breathing and the rising temperature of his skin.

And when they returned to the office, and when Hermione and Wayne next door went out to perform tasks together, Hermione always turned her attention to Malfoy, who was buried in the newspaper.

She is missing him.Hermione stuck her head out of the water.

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The next morning, after Malfoy had been avoiding her gaze, Hermione couldn't help but walk over to his desk and tap on it three times.

"What's the matter?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione licked her dry lips and asked word by word, "I just want to know, do you want to have dinner together at noon today?"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, which Hermione hated. "Sorry, I already have an appointment."

Hermione stared at him, reconfirming that he didn't mean to say the next game, the proud witch nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

Malfoy's voice came clearly from behind again, "How are you tonight?"

"Then it's an agreement." Hermione didn't realize the smile on her face when she replied to Malfoy.All she knew was that this morning's paperwork wasn't as dull and tedious as before.

Wayne, the wizard who was sent by Percy to assist Hermione in repairing King's Cross Station from the Incident Reversal Team, held the report he wanted to write, and wrote with Hermione all morning.At noon, he naturally invited Hermione to a nearby cafe for a simple lunch. Before leaving, Hermione glanced at Malfoy's vacant desk, wondering who he had an appointment with.

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London, outside a restaurant, 9:00pm

"Malfoy." Hermione lit the tip of her wand in the alley next to the restaurant.

"Huh?" Malfoy took the collar of his black shirt out of his coat, lowered his head and met Hermione's eyes.

Hermione tilted her head slightly, "In the Muggle world, we would call this a date."

"Yeah." Malfoy turned his head uncomfortably.

Hermione sensed his ambiguity, and she suddenly wondered, is he meeting someone else?Perhaps at noon, Malfoy was meeting a beautiful pure blood witch. "Do you have anything to say?"

"I don't understand." Malfoy took a step back, leaning against the wall.

"Don't understand what?" Hermione asked.

"It's not that we can't understand each other all the time, even except for the few days when I teased you, you and I are almost strangers. Why do we have what you call a 'date'?" Malfoy frowned, as if his heart Really have such doubts. "Look, this really puzzles me, it's so sudden, it's as if you hated me yesterday, and suddenly you understand me and have dinner with me?"

"I'm sorry." Hermione felt that she had been slapped invisibly. No woman could bear such indifferent words from a date at night, not even Hermione Granger.She said hastily, "I'm going to get you wrong, Malfoy. Goodbye, then."

She apparated, and when she landed on the street behind the apartment, a Muggle seemed to have seen her. Hermione didn't bother to pay attention to these details, so she turned into the entrance of the fire escape with the beaded bag, and walked slowly along the outside of the apartment. climbed up.

When she lay in the bathtub again, Hermione was in a completely different mood than last night.

Was it too sudden, she asked herself.Today is the second day of the third week that she and Malfoy met again. As Malfoy said, in these short three weeks, they spent one week in each other's pranks, one week they hardly spoke, and the third At the beginning of the week, suddenly because of a meal, did Hermione take the progress of their relationship for granted?

Hermione stared at the foam on the soap dish, lost in thought.

She turned her wand, and a blue lily-of-the-valley fell lightly on the water.