Hermione and who?!?!
Hermione would never forget that moment. It was the middle of the summer, when *it* came. *It* was a magical voice message from a certain someone. The envelope looked a whole lot like a Howler, only blue.
"Hi Hermione! How are you? I...um...wanted to...uh...know if you could meet me at Diagon Alley on Tuesday..uh...so do you think you could...uh...come? If so, uh...send me an owl!
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy."
"What in the world does *he* want?" said Hermione aloud. "He's probably just wanting to play a prank. Oh well, I have nothing better to do..." She grabbed a sheet of parchment.
Draco,
I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at 3 o' clock on Tuesday. See you there.
Signed, Hermione Granger
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Hermione arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and found Draco waiting for her, with two glasses of butterbeer. He stood up and drew out her chair.
"Whoa, you're actually being a gentlemen," said Hermione. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to tell you all my secrets," said Draco nonchalantly.
"Um..." Hermione was caught off guard. "Okay. Spill your guts."
"You don't think I'm actually serious, do you?"
"No, you're not Harry's godfather.."
"Haha." said Draco sarcastically. Sirius had been proved innocent by Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the end of their sixth year.
"Well, I didn't think you'd actually do it...why would you spill all your deepest, darkest secrets to a Muggle born like me?" replied Hermione.
"Just because. Now, sit down, and listen to me." Draco said, taking a sip of butterbeer.
"Okay then. Start talking."
Draco talked for what seemed forever. He told her how his father was trying to make him join You-Know-Who, and how he really didn't hate Muggle-borns, and that he was secretly in love with a Muggle-born girl.
"Who?" said Hermione, curiously.
"Hermione, I think I'm in love with you."
Hermione felt like fainting, but she didn't. Draco continued. "I never knew how to tell you before. I have liked you ever since our first year! The only reason I picked on you is I didn't want everyone to know."
Moments passed. Finally, Hermione said, "I really don't know what to say."
At that moment, Draco pulled out a small box. "Open it."
Hermione lifted the little lid up. Inside was a small silver ring, with an aquamarine stone.
"Draco, you...er...really shouldn't have," said a stunned Hermione.
"It isn't an engagement ring. I didn't think it was time for that. We haven't been dating, you see. But Hermione, will you go out with me?"
At that, Hermione lept up and kissed Draco. And I mean, REALLY kissed him.
"Hermione, Draco, this is really too much."
"Harry? Wh-What are you doing here?" asked Draco.
"I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron. How about you?"
"We were kissing. Why?" asked Draco.
"Oh, no reason."
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Author's Note: Review, please!
Hermione would never forget that moment. It was the middle of the summer, when *it* came. *It* was a magical voice message from a certain someone. The envelope looked a whole lot like a Howler, only blue.
"Hi Hermione! How are you? I...um...wanted to...uh...know if you could meet me at Diagon Alley on Tuesday..uh...so do you think you could...uh...come? If so, uh...send me an owl!
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy."
"What in the world does *he* want?" said Hermione aloud. "He's probably just wanting to play a prank. Oh well, I have nothing better to do..." She grabbed a sheet of parchment.
Draco,
I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at 3 o' clock on Tuesday. See you there.
Signed, Hermione Granger
~
Hermione arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and found Draco waiting for her, with two glasses of butterbeer. He stood up and drew out her chair.
"Whoa, you're actually being a gentlemen," said Hermione. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to tell you all my secrets," said Draco nonchalantly.
"Um..." Hermione was caught off guard. "Okay. Spill your guts."
"You don't think I'm actually serious, do you?"
"No, you're not Harry's godfather.."
"Haha." said Draco sarcastically. Sirius had been proved innocent by Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the end of their sixth year.
"Well, I didn't think you'd actually do it...why would you spill all your deepest, darkest secrets to a Muggle born like me?" replied Hermione.
"Just because. Now, sit down, and listen to me." Draco said, taking a sip of butterbeer.
"Okay then. Start talking."
Draco talked for what seemed forever. He told her how his father was trying to make him join You-Know-Who, and how he really didn't hate Muggle-borns, and that he was secretly in love with a Muggle-born girl.
"Who?" said Hermione, curiously.
"Hermione, I think I'm in love with you."
Hermione felt like fainting, but she didn't. Draco continued. "I never knew how to tell you before. I have liked you ever since our first year! The only reason I picked on you is I didn't want everyone to know."
Moments passed. Finally, Hermione said, "I really don't know what to say."
At that moment, Draco pulled out a small box. "Open it."
Hermione lifted the little lid up. Inside was a small silver ring, with an aquamarine stone.
"Draco, you...er...really shouldn't have," said a stunned Hermione.
"It isn't an engagement ring. I didn't think it was time for that. We haven't been dating, you see. But Hermione, will you go out with me?"
At that, Hermione lept up and kissed Draco. And I mean, REALLY kissed him.
"Hermione, Draco, this is really too much."
"Harry? Wh-What are you doing here?" asked Draco.
"I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron. How about you?"
"We were kissing. Why?" asked Draco.
"Oh, no reason."
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Author's Note: Review, please!