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As he walked in, Draco quickly located the booth Hermione had picked out for the group, nestled in the back corner of the cafe.
She was sat almost hunched over the table, which had sheets of parchment and several thick textbooks scattered on top, quill furiously writing away. Her thick curly hair had been tied up into a bun that might have once been neat but was now slowly coming apart.
As he lowered himself into the chair, he gently pulled a strand of her flyaway curls.
“Studying as always, Granger,” he drawled teasingly.
Her head snapped up to look at him and she gave him a grin. “Draco! You’re here early, I’m just finishing off some revision.”
“But we don’t have a test until next month?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he talked.
Hermione gave him a look. “I wanted to get it finished early so I could reread my notes closer to the exam.” She shook her head but her lips still held a trace of a smile.
“Ah. How could I ask such a stupid question?” Draco teased.
“It’s ok, you’ll learn.”
Draco let out a huff of laughter and leant back to watch her finish off what she’d been writing.