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- Draco -

Finally. I had finally found the answer to my question. Why had I kissed Hermione Granger for the second time?

Well, at first it was somehow about proving my power to her. To intimidate her. Show her that I could do whatever I wanted with her. To see her beside herself, stunned and confused. That's still understandable and, in my opinion, at least a fairly acceptable reason to kiss a mudblood. Besides, I liked getting the biggest, most responsible nerd in school to want something she tried hard to resist.

After the last kiss in the alley, however, I had noticed that my reasons for this behavior had changed a little. Yes, I had liked it, unfortunately that was simply undeniable.

But I never actually hooked up with a girl more than once. That was because of my experience with them not letting go and wanting a relationship with me or something.

Whether that was because of my fabulous personality and looks or the power my family had, I couldn't say for sure.

Anyway, the reason I had made out with Granger several times now is that I was sure she didn't want a relationship with me. She wanted to keep what happened a secret just as much as I did. Besides, she certainly didn't even have positive feelings towards me.

I'm a male being. You can't deny that they often had the desire for sexual contact. Sure, Granger was a mudblood. But she was also the only one with whom I could have experiences without consequences at the moment. And apparently she liked it just as much. Even if neither of us would have ever considered it possible. In any case, she had no romantic feelings for me, and I had none for her. Could it be any better than that?

My thoughts had drifted. I sat at my desk in my room. In front of me was a piece of blank parchment and in my right hand rested a feather, which I had dipped into the ink about ten minutes ago.

However, I had not written a single word with it. I squinted my eyes, thought hard and dipped the feather into the ink again.

Dear Mother,

please tell Father that I want to stay at Hogwarts until I graduate because it is important to me personally. Of course, I will agree with him on my future career, but until then I would like to discover my interests independently of others. I'm sure that these will be reconcilable with my father's plans. My time at school won't be long anyway, so I hope he can grant me a little personal freedom, I would be very grateful for that.

Draco

I stared at what I had written, feeling contemptuous. I would have liked to tell him to just let me do what I wanted. But my father was not someone you would want to mess with.

I reluctantly folded the letter without changing anything. The truth. Hopefully nicely, non-offensive and non-provocative packaged.

I went to the owl tower and tied my letter to an owl's foot. When it flew out of the window, its wings wide and elegantly spread, I felt as if a huge burden had fallen from my shoulders.

- Minerva McGonagall -

I stood in front of the heavy door and knocked three times. "Come in," Albus Dumbledore's muffled voice sounded from his office. I quickly opened the door, entered and immediately closed it again. Immediately, I was enveloped in the smell of old books.

"Good evening, Minerva," the headmaster greeted me. He was sitting on the chair in front of a messy desk and looked at me over the edge of his half-moon shaped glasses. The headmaster looked as usual as if his mind was somewhere else. Now, however, this was mixed with another, almost worried expression. "Good evening. What is it, Albus? I was just about to-"

"We have a problem," he interrupted me with a serious expression.