But she wasn't quite what he wanted. Her last words were a reminder of that.
"It's either Nott or Theodore, Granger. Let's not forget that." His words were delivered with the same smile but a flicker of ice danced in his eyes as he stared her down. "We will see. I'll owl you."
The idea wasn't terrible.
Granger was a great time. Even when he was warming up the playfield with light conversation, she was as bright as the rumors. Her humor was witty and unexpected. Besides, her body under that sodding uniform was quite an eyeful.
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"Part of it..." Hermione hated to admit it, but she had seen him around fights a lot more often this year. The usual playfulness around him turning slightly darker worried her.
They weren't friends— but they weren't strangers. They haven't been strangers for a while. +
"Has the golden girl been missing my presence? What a tragedy to witness."
A breath went through his lips as he allowed his eyes to glance up and assess the blushing girl in front of him. "I guess you're right. I have been busy lately. Is that why you're here?"
“Right.”
Clearing her throat, she willing her body not to shiver as she glanced around carefully.
“I wondered if we could— I mean… our agreement? You. We. I haven’t seen you much lately.”