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Prompt: Person A: "Oh my god, I'm such a fucking idiot."
Person B: "No arguments here."
"That arrogant, no good, slimy, git of a man." Hermione screamed slamming the door. The pictures that hung around the door frame slammed on the floor and she let out a scream of frustration.
"What the bloody hell?" Ginny shouted rounding the corner wrapping the robe around her waist. "Hermione? I didn't think you were going to be home? What happened?" Hermione walked past the witch and grabbed the wine from the fridge and quickly poured herself a glass.
"I swear the men in this city are impossible, why can't you just have a simple conversation with someone with out it turning into more! A conversation about worms. WORMS. How hard is it to keep your hands to yourself when you're talking about worms?" She let out a frustrated grunt as she poured another glass and handed it to the flustered Ginny.
"Did he hurt you?! I will call Ronald right now and send him after him, I can have his head by morning," Hermione shook her head and sat on the couch. Ginny glanced to the back rooms before sitting down next to Hermione and sipping from the glass.
"He didn't do anything that all the others haven't tried before, I'm tired of it Ginny. Simply tired. I want a conversation with someone. I want to be able to sit and talk and lose track of time and just be happy. Why is that something that I cannot have? Why does it have to always end up being physical?" Ginny sputtered on the wine and coughed a bit laughing into her cup.
"What?" she glared daggers at the laughing witch and waited for her to collect herself.
"You sound like my mother; I remember many keep your hands to yourself lectures." Ginny cackled again as Hermione shoved her shoulder.
"That's not what I mean! I mean things can always end up that way, but why do they have to start out that way? Why can't a find someone that just listens to me ramble?"
"Mostly cause I'm taken." Ginny laughed again taking a sip from her glass. "Think about it, when was the last time you had a simple conversation, one on one, that wasn't with me, that didn't end up handsy. That left you completely happy and intellectually satiated. Cause I would love to meet this man that you're so dead set on finding." Hermione blushed and drank heavily from her cup shaking her head. "Wait a minute. Who are you comparing them to? Also what do you mean by handsy?" Hermione blushed deeper sinking into her chair.
"Well he made a move, a quick move, leaned in a bit faster than I appreciated. I sent him home with a nice red hand print that's for sure." Hermione bristled. "I'm not a prude, I enjoy the finer aspects of relationships just as well but why can't they be more. There's plenty of men out there like that"
"Name one." Ginny said raising her eyebrows
"Draco, when we are at work. I swear that man lets me ramble on and on, constantly, puts in intelligent remarks when needed and carries the conversation. Lets me talk things through and listens to me. I just don't understand why it can't always be like that." Hermione shook her head and took another drink. She looked up into the wide eyes of the Weasley, her mouth hung slightly open in shock.
"What?" Hermione looked around as Ginny snapped out of it.
"Well what do you talk about?" Ginny prompted taking a large drink from the glass before rising and pouring herself another.
"I mean we talk about work mostly, but the moments that aren't about work, the ones where we talk about our outside interests. The most recent magical achievements, book, articles. Honestly, we talk about lots of things,"
"So that's what you're looking for then? Someone to talk about lots of things with. Would you say you look forward to your work together?" Ginny prompted looking down the hallway again before coming back to sit down.
"What are you looking…" Ginny waved her hand and prompted Hermione to continue. "I wouldn't say I look forward to it, I'm not sprinting into to the office to have a talk with Draco or anything, but it does make my days better when he's there. I just want that connection with someone."
Ginny sat and stared her eyes twinkling as she drank slowly from her wine glass. Hermione looked puzzled at the witch as they sat in silence. She felt the small butterflies in her chest at the thought of Draco Malfoy. She loved the days they worked together, it hadn't always been easy, the assignment started out rough, she had felt sad at the prospect of it ending in the next few months however, she had felt happy talking with someone who understood every word that came out of her mouth. Someone who craved the conversations as much as she did, there was a loneliness about him after the war. A part of him that stayed hidden away in the manor. He was just as hungry for the connection as she had been. There had to be a wizard in this world that was like that, who understood her intellectually and not just physically.
"Oh. My god." Hermione said resting her head in her hand and setting the wine glass down in a hurry.
"Oh. My god. I'm so incredibly stupid"
"There it is, let it all out now, I figured we would get there eventually." Ginny said picking up the glasses and throwing them in the sink.
"No, its more than that, I'm so fucking stupid." Hermione wailed into her hands shaking her head back and forth, she could feel the heat rising up her neck and into her face.
"There's no argument here," Ginny laughed walking back over and lifting her friend off the couch.
"Now. I am going to go back to the bedrooms where I have, what can only be a very angry Harry waiting on my return. You are going to go find you intellectual connection and leave me to the apartment for the night thank you very much." Ginny kissed Hermione's cheek and pushed her towards the door.
"But wait a minute. How am I going to find him? Wait Harry is here? Oh my god do not just don't" Hermione closed the door in Ginny's face and turned to find her way to the one place she knew he would be. Home.