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“Hey, my Princess.” Draco’s voice flowed softly in Hermione’s ears. “Happy Birthday..”

An elegant small gift box appeared in front of her. Hermione looked at Draco, a curl falling into her wide eyes.

They were much more than just friends, all the house rivalry forgotten, all blood issues kept aside.

She carefully opened the box with trembling hands and gasped. Draco’s gift was an exquisite golden barrette spangled with tiny rubies.

“For.." he whispered, his voice soft, "that errant lock of your hair”

As he tucked the curl behind her ear, Hermione gasped again, looking away shyly.