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“Did I get them wrong?” Draco asked hesitantly.
“They’re beautiful but it’s… too much!” Hermione exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the five gold rings he had presented her, each set with a different gemstone.
“I thought that was what I was supposed to get…” Draco said dejectedly.
“What?” Hermione asked, baffled.
Then it clicked.
“Wait… Is that why you suddenly planted the pear tree and bought a pheasant and three French hens? Not to mention the doves now bathing in Crookshanks’ water bowl…” she giggled.
“Sweetheart, it’s just a song.”
Comprehension dawning, Draco let out a strangled cry.
“I’ll kill Potter!”