Higher Standard (Dialogue only)

"You've set yourself quite a task, Miss Granger, catching up with your classmates so late into the term."

"Catching up and exceeding them, Professor McGonagall."

"Well, I have no doubt that if such a thing is possible, you are the one to accomplish it. While your experiences from last year clearly showed you to be an outstanding witch in special circumstances, you're probably woefully behind on the more advanced but practical magic that those in your year have been learning...and there's still your NEWTs as well."

"I'll manage it all, Professor. This is very important to me."

"And you won't be distracted by your...new interests?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Professor. But I believe you understand me well enough to know that nothing will take precedence over my academic success."

"I'm relieved to hear it. Let me walk you downstairs. I assume you have already had your trunk transported to your room."

"Yes, and I've called for Crookshanks as well. I left him in the forest at the end of my last school term, knowing there would be no one at home to care for him. My promise to return for him was one of the things that would ensure that I did come back to complete my studies."

"Commendable forethought, my dear. Oh, hello, Mr. Malfoy. I didn't expect to see you waiting at the bottom of my stairs. Are you here to see me?"

"No, Professor. I was waiting for Ms. Granger."

"I see...I hope the two of you manage to find some time this weekend for studying. I've had to adjust some school rules to accommodate those of you who are of age and still trying to complete your courses after the debacle here last year. But I will tolerate no violation of the regulations that apply to you. Nor do I wish to see any decline in classroom performance from either of you. I hope I make myself clear."

"Perfectly, Professor. Hermione and I understand that you will hold us to a higher standard than other student couples, simply because we are leaders of our Houses—one with which you identify and one for which you have great disdain."

"Draco! Please forgive him, Professor. I'm sure he didn't mean..."

"I know what he meant, Miss Granger, and he's not far from wrong. Perhaps you can change my opinion, Mr. Malfoy."

"That is my intention, Professor. Now if you and Hermione have concluded your meeting, we do have plans to celebrate her return."

"Of course. Just make sure some of those plans include studying. Miss Granger, your compensatory exams will begin after dinner Monday."

"Thank you very much, Professor. I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend."

"Hmm, comparatively, I shall. Good-bye for now."

"Well, glad that's over. You know, Hermione, I don't think she 'ships Malfranger."

"I can't believe you challenged her like that! She might have expelled us before I could even return to class."

"She wouldn't. You heard her acknowledge that I was right. Now, take my hand and let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Is there something wrong, Draco?"

"It's just...this school. I don't think you realize, Hermione, how it's felt all these years to be anything other than a Gryffindor, with the Headmaster coming from that House for so long—first Dumbledore, now the tartan prude. No wonder Potter always got away with so much, even before he understood his mission."

"You don't understand him, Draco. Yes, they allowed him to bend rules, but he never asked for that. He was always willing to accept the consequences for what he did and surprised when there weren't any. As a matter of fact, I sometimes thought he wanted some trouble to highlight the similarities with his father."

"Huh, I never thought of it like that. Maybe you could change my opinion of him."


"Anyone other than your old boyfriends, I'm willing to see through your eyes. I trust your judgment."

"That's...very sweet of you. If you could change my mind about someone you know, who would it be?"

"Ah...my mother. So much of what she's done has been against her protests. She just wanted to protect me. And you know her family, the Blacks, weren't all Dark Magic practitioners. There was her sister Andromeda and her cousin Sirius. I know you liked him."

"Actually, I was never that impressed with Sirius. Harry loved him, of course, but he was so reckless and temperamental. I do have a rather high regard for his brother Regulus."

"The Dark Lord's junior lieutenant?"

"Is that what they called him? Kreecher, the Blacks' house elf, told us the wonderful story of how Regulus protected him and sacrificed himself to thwart You-Know-Who. Actually, I've come to think of you as being very much like him. While other young men tend to rebel against their parents, you and he were such good sons that you accepted their good and bad and still only wanted to make them proud. In the end though, you both looked for the right thing to do."

"Hmm, I don't know what might have caused him to change, but I'm looking at my inspiration. It's one of my favorite things to do, along with holding and kissing my inspiration, dreaming about her and how to make her happy."

"Ohhh, you snake, slithering your way into my mind."

"And your heart?"

"Yes, Draco, and my heart."

"Hold me tighter. Now that we're clear of the school gates, the fastest way to get there will be Apparation."


"The Shrieking Love Shack."

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