Draco made his way back to the forest, all the while replaying his encounter with Hermione in his mind.
He never thought he would see her again after he was cursed. What caught him off guard the most was her scream. Her voice seemed way out of pitch, but when she touched water it was a little more bearable.
My poor Hermione.
He stopped for a moment wondering when exactly she had become his Hermione, then shook his head. He'd been attached to her since their seventh year and now that they had sort of gotten back in touch he wouldn't be letting her go that easily. Just because their escapades in school never made it past the physical stage, didn't mean that something couldn't develop from the connection he just knew they both shared.
Another thing that piqued his interest was her bone crown and matching scepter. How had she come to be in possession of such things and what could that mean for him and his shaky future.
What could she have gone through in these last few years... it must have been a lot seeing as he's had his share of hardships with his curse. What was hers? It obviously had something to do with water or else she wouldn't have left so quickly after healing him. Sighing, he realized the only thing he could do now was to await her return on the morrow.
Meandering through the forest, he made sure to stamp out any traces of his blood on the ground. He did not need any hunters or other creatures picking up his scent as he made his way back to his treehouse.
Once he shifted, he cautiously continued the trek to his makeshift home in the sky. The place where he'll sleep as best as humanly possible until he has to once again rise early enough to beat the sun and undergo his transformation back into a unicorn.
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