Hermione's Dream
Hermione went straight under the covers of her very uncomfortable bed. After a few minutes of shivering, Hermione finally fell asleep.
"Draco, could we talk, after the Dark Arts is done?" squeaked Hermione.
Draco looked puzzled, but replied, "Fine."
Hermione practically dragged Draco by the hand until she found a nice, quiet spot.
Draco then asked, "What is it that you need to talk about soooo badly?"
Hermione immediately woke up, screaming her head off. After five whole minutes of screaming, Hermione told herself, "I absolutely need to tell Draco how I feel!" Hermione fell asleep once after she promised herself that she would tell Draco of how she felt about him.
The next morning, every girl in the house was staring at her with huge eyes. Hermione just scowled when Draco came over, grinning. "Looks like someone got off of the wrong side of the bed."
Hermione blurted out, "Draco, we need to talk after Defense against the Dark Arts."
Draco replied coolly, "Okay… Mudblood…"
It was five minutes after Defense against the Dark Arts. Ten minutes. Twenty. Then, Draco finally arrived.
"Where were you?" Hermione shouted.
"I just had to tell my friends where I was going." Draco stammered.
Hermione looked please, "Okay, now what was I going to say?"
"Yes, what were you going to say?" Draco said, soothingly.
Hermione could hide it no longer, "Draco, look… I know that you hate me and all, but I can't contain what's on the inside any longer."
Draco was in the middle of grinning, when it disappeared. He thought to himself, 'Is this really happening? Is Hermione going to finally admit that she loves me?'
"Draco, what I'm trying to tell you is that… I'm madly in love with you. But, you cannot tell anyone! Especially Harry or Ron! That would make them so mad!"
