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The transition to her new messenger bag was somewhat bizarre as it was so weightless compared to her previous one. So much so that she had to visually check it remained on her shoulder several times between classes. But she had to admit, the capability of it was a relief. As much as it stung, she would confess her methods of transporting study materials did leave much to be desired before now, and the appearance of the new bag was a bonus atop it all.
Walking step for step with Neville [he shortened his stride for her] to their last course of the week, Hermione catches a glimpse of Draco ahead and makes a quick excuse to the tall Gryffindor alpha accompanying her. Hastening after the Slytherin, Hermione catches his robe sleeve gently and tugs to stop him. He flinches and turns. The scowl melts from his face as he sets eyes on her, looming close in the middle of the hall as students part around them, passing quickly by [though some eyes stray behind].
“Granger,” he nods, waving Greg and Vincent along. Hermione smiles after the boys, who return the sentiment before turning the corner. “Everything alright?”
She nods, heart pattering in her chest as she meets his gaze. “I just, I haven’t thanked you for your gift. It was so thoughtful of you, and the bag is…I mean…” [What was there to say? It was gorgeous and extremely generous of him—but he knew that].
His pale skin pinks slightly around his collar and he shyly scrubs at the back of his neck with a hand, “You like it then?”
Without a way to express just how much, she nods vehemently.
He grins, “Have I made Hermione Granger speechless?”
It’s her turn to blush beneath his confident stare and she can’t help but smile tucking her curls behind her ear. “It seems you have.”
“Good,” he breathes softly, drawing her attention back up.
“Will you be there this weekend? At the party Millie is arranging?” she prods, anxious to hear.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good,” she nods, pleased.