Ugh! How did I get in to this mess? I groaned as my head fell into my hands.
"What's wrong, mate?" I turned to see Harry walk through the portrait hole of the heads common room. The common room that I happen to share with my current problem.
"Just. . . stuff." I answered with a sigh. I ran my hand quickly through my already messy blonde hair. I could feel Harry's unwavering stare as I tried to ignore him and act casual. I picked up my guitar and started quietly playing the new Raving Hippogriffs song.
"Tell her."
Tell her. Tell her. That's all he had to say! I stopped playing and looked up at him.
"I do tell her. Everyday." I replied just loud enough for him to hear. I turned back to my guitar and started creating my own 'masterpiece', and hopefully I'd finish this one.
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day
"Well maybe you could . . ." He stopped what he was about to say at the sound of someone coming down the stairs. We both looked around to see Hermione enter the room.
"Oh hey, Harry, I didn't hear you come in. Anyway I'm glad your here, so guys do I look okay?" Hermione said while spinning around so that we could see that back of her too. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple dark green jumper which went just below her hips. She'd let her hair just do it's thing and go wild, only it wasn't wild any more it had calmed in to soft waves that ran down her back with her fringe framing her caramel eyes nicely, it was simple but beautiful.
"You look great 'Mione" Harry helpfully chimed in.
"Beautiful, 'Mione" I said while trying to convey how beautiful I think she is through my words, but apparently she has a shield.
"Yeah. . . of course . . . thank you, Draco." She rolled her eyes as she headed for the portrait hole. "I'll see you guys in a bit, Ron and I are going to Hogsmeade. Are you sure you guys won't come?"
When I compliment her, she wont believe me
"Yeah, I'm not bothered and I've got detention in a bit with Filch so there's no point going really." Harry said while getting out a packet of Bearty Botts Beans.
"Draco?" I looked up at her and saw hope in her eyes, maybe? No of course I didn't, I'm not him she doesn't really want me there, she's just being polite.
"Er, no thank you Hermione. I'm going to work on my next big hit" I stood up with mock pride for my statement, hey I'm a dramatic person, I can't help it. My reward for this was the tinkling of a laugh going through the portrait hole. I sighed again and sat down. "Let's me have some of them, will you?" I pointed at the beans.
"Yeah here." He threw the bag at me but I caught it just before it hit my head.
"Thanks" I muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, why don't you write a song for her?"
"What? No way, I'm not going to embarrass myself into the next century for a girl. . . . besides she'd still pick weasel." I slumped in to my chair and popped a bean in my mouth. Toast.
"I duno. Ron's been kinda strange for a while now and frankly its weird. Yuck, marmite! Sorry, I mean he's still my friend and everything, it's just . . . oh I don't know."
We sat in silence munching on beans for a while. Okay, I know your probably wondering why, I, Draco Malfoy, am on a first name basis with the Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die, well actually more like almost best friend status. Your also probably wondering how I came to be in love with Hermione Granger as well. No, I don't mean in love I just like her, like her, you know? . . . It was in the war, I had become a spy for the Order. My mother refused to be a spy for the Order but she didn't exactly like what Voldemort's plans were either, so when push came to shove she helped the Order. As for my father, you may ask, well lets just say that I couldn't give a flying pigs brain about him, so just don't go there.
On one of the various Order meetings Harry came up to me and offered a truce between us and I was in no position to refuse so I reluctantly agreed. As we met, meeting after meeting, we started talking about random things to take our mind off the war and realised that we had more in common than we thought. A few weeks after Harry and I started getting along Hermione decided that she trusted Harry's judgement enough to give me a chance, and since then the three of us have been pretty close.
Weasley, however still hates me to this day and I can't really argue with that given I hate him just as much.
Hermione, I found, soon became the point in the day I would look forward to. I'd start noticing that her caramel eyes would light up when she learned something new or laughed when she found something genuinely funny rather than when she'd laugh to please people.
"Ugh! I think I just ate pigeon poop!" Harry suddenly broke my train of thought.
"Wait, you actually know what pigeon poop tastes like?" I asked a grin spreading across my face.
"Well I was sunbathing and . . . hey that's not the point!" Annoyed at his slip up, Harry stood up and stormed towards the door. "Tell anyone and I'll tell Hermione!"
"Hey, where are you going? I won't tell anybody, but on second thought, maybe if you tell Hermione she'll believe you! That's great you do it!" I said stumbling out of my chair.
"No, I shouldn't have said that! You have to tell her Draco. End of. I'm not doing it for you. . . and I'm going to see Ginny before I hang in the dungeons by my thumbs." He grinned and headed for the portrait hole. "See ya later, mate."
"Yeah, see ya." I said as I slumped back in to my chair. Hmph how do I make her believe me?
Ugh! I think I just ate pigeon shit!
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"Hermione, come on, open the door." I knocked on the door to her room again. It must have been the millionth time of doing so.
After only a few hours at Hogsmeade Hermione had come running through the common room we shared and went straight upstairs to her room. Shutting the door with a loud bang. Throwing my book carelessly on the sofa I followed her upstairs to see what was wrong.
I've been sat outside this door for an half an hour - no scratch that, forty-five minutes - trying to get her to let me in. I stood up and stretched and decided to try again in a bit.
Just as I was about to turn and go down stairs I heard some sniffing inside and someone walking towards the door. I heard the lock click just before the door swung open. Hermione stood there in her blue pyjamas and her fluffy white slipper boots, staring up at me with a questioning gaze. Her eyes were a little red as if she'd been crying, but had stopped a while ago.
"Hey" she mumbled so quietly it was barely audible. She shifted her feet uncomfortably as if she was embarrassed. I sighed.
"Are you going to let me in now?"
"Yeah okay." She walked back into her room and climbed on to the bed, scrunching herself up while surrounded by cushions. I carefully sat on the end of her bed surveying her current state. Apart from her red eyes and lack of communication for the past forty-five minutes she did't seem upset at all. She merely seemed bored. "So . . . What happened today with weasel?"
She stared at me for a long moment, long enough for me to think that she wasn't going to answer at all when she said "It's over"
I stared at her just trying to comprehend what she had just said. It's over. My heart did a somersault in my chest. I could feel a grin starting to form at my lips. I internally groaned. I can't just go grinning at her like a madman when she only broke up with her boyfriend about an hour ago! Stupid, insensitive Draco, wait, at least, to grin like a madman when she's not in the same room as you!
"Er . . . So, what did he do?" I asked slightly awkwardly as I tried to restrain my inner joy.
"Why do you think he did something? I could have done something to cause us to slit up." She questioned me, her eyes ,ever curious, burned into mine.
"Well it's Weasley. What more is there to say?" A small smile graced her lips at my response. Though it was only small I could have swore my heart stop for a moment and all I could do was stare. Oh, er, snap out of it, Draco, you idiot! Come on. She's looking at you as if your a complete moron. God, I am a moron, internal slap! "Er, so what did he do then?"
"Nothing much. I went in to the book shop to pick up my order and when I came out I saw him flirting with a group of girls. . . heavy flirting." How dare he! That two faced troll! How dare he treat my Hermione like that, he has no right to talk to her. Correction he has no right to live. Okay I'm going a little far with that one considering that she doesn't look particularly upset, just thoughtful.
"Er, not meaning to provoke anything but why aren't you upset? He was your boyfriend who was heading towards unfaithful and your just sat there really calm." I was officially confused. It has been known for her to have the worlds biggest screaming fit if a very handsome young Slytherin accidently knocked over her ink bottle when he tripped over that ginger monstrosity the she calls a cat. However nothing other than a few tears earlier were shed for the weasel.
"Well I was upset. I threw my books at him, said that it was over and came back to the castle as quickly as I could." Ah now that sounded more like my Hermione. I couldn't deny the smirk that slipped it's way across my face this time. Stupid Weasley, and knowing Hermione it would have been big and heavy books that hit him. "Stop it. It's not funny" Hermione scolded me though she found it pretty hard to keep the smile from her face also.
"I'm sorry but it is. It's just imagining Weasley getting hit by those books, I wish you could have taken a photo for me, I would frame it and hang it pride of place above my mantle." I said grinning wildly now. My head snapped over to look at Hermione as soon as I heard her wonderful laugh. I looked just in time to see her cover up her mouth and her cheeks turn a little red. She hates her laugh, though I have no clue why. God I loved her laugh. It took every ounce of self control for me not to jump over to her and kiss her right there and then.
Her laugh, she hates but I think its so sexy
"Hermione! Are you okay?" We both turned to face the door of Hermiones room to see Harry running up the stairs. He walked in and froze. "Mione, you seem . . . happy?"
"Hmm, I think I am." she answered carefully. Then her eyes rested on something in Harry's hand. "Oh, my books, you have them, thank you so much I didn't want to have to order them again."
"Huh, oh, yeah. Ron brought them with him. He told me to tell you - oh wait a sec" he rummaged in his pocked and pulled out a piece of parchment. "Ahem - 'Mione I'm so sorry I've been a complete idiot, please give me another chance. Though you also need to lighten up a bit I was only talking to those girls and it would help if you showed me a little more attention. love Ron, P.S. have you done your Potions essay yet 'cause I need some help with mine.' - well that was lovely but if I were you Mione, I wouldn't. . . he's a complete ungrateful twat and anyway I like you best like this." Harry smiled at her the caring brotherly way he always did. "Besides, it'll give someone else a chance to win your heart." He looked pointedly at me. I felt like punching him. Hermione though wasn't looking, she had been putting her books away.
"It's true Mione, your amazing the way you are, oh and you never said why your not upset any more" I said to try and turn the conversation back before Hermione started questioning Harry.
"Hmm, well I guess it's because when I thought back on what happened I realised that I wasn't actually bothered that he did what he did. I was just more upset that my friend betrayed me. Which means that I've been over him for a while now, I just didn't see it. Also he's always been an ungrateful twat that's another reason why I had to end it, and er, thank you, Harry, Draco for what you just said." She blushed a little at what they had said to her.
Both Harry and myself just stared at the young witch in question. She was over him? Really? It really did seem like it. So does that mean that I have a chance? Apparently the-boy-who-just-doesn't-know-when-to-shut-up thought so too.
"So, Draco, how's your song coming along?" Is that a smirk that I see on his face. I turned away from him so I wouldn't deprive the Weasley girl (who actually is pretty cool, not that I would ever say that to her face) of children.
"Your actually writing a song? Your not going to just stop half way through like normal are you?" Hermione questioned me a small smile seeping on to her beautiful face.
"Yeah, it's coming on great." I replied smiling back at her. Damn now I actually have to write the damn thing.
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Days started to pass in a blur, constantly together. Hermione and me . . . and sometimes Harry . . . and sometimes the Weasley girl Ginny. Days became weeks and I was the happiest that I've been in a long time.
"Draco, I thought you said you were writing a song, and that you were going to finish it." Hermione said one day in the library. Harry looked up from his homework to grin at me.
"Yeah, Draco, What about this song, huh? You haven't conveniently forgotten about it have you?" Why the hell was he my best friend.
"..." I mumbled.
"Hmm, what was that, Draco, I couldn't quiet hear that." Harry said with a smirk firmly in place on his face.
"I said that I have finished it"
"Ooh really? Can I hear it?" Hermione looked at me expectantly.
"Erm, sure, but later, okay?" Shit, I didn't think that she would actually ever want to hear it.
"Oh, I want to listen too." Ginny piped up. Damn.
"Sure later." How do I get out of this one?
"Well, how about now? Everyone who wants to hear it is right here, so now would be the opportune moment." Harry said while watching Draco's inner struggle unfold.
"Er, I don't have my guitar with me right now, so I can't."
"Oh, no problem" Harry replied grinning. "Accio guitar."
The bugger!
We turned to the entrance of the library and soon heard the guitar flying quickly through the air, as well as many shouts about a flying guitar almost hitting them. I caught it when it finally arrived at it's destination. I stared at it then at the-boy-who-just-might-die, to see him sit back in his chair looking at me expectantly.
"Mate, we're in the library I can't play in here, you'll still have to wait till later."
"Oh, I don't think anyone will mind if you play one song. Plus Madam Prince has just left for her lunch break and won't be back for about ten to fifteen minutes." He has officially stolen my Malfoy smirk the bugger.
"Please Draco, I want to hear it and I'll probably forget later." Hermione pleaded, humph, well Hermione I was counting on you forgetting later. I looked at her - mistake number one - she looked adorable just looking at me with excitement and curiosity. I kept on looking - mistake number two - she smiled the heart melting smile she has which I cannot refuse and a part of me thinks she knows that.
"Ugh, fine. Just don't hate it." I positioned myself more comfortably and tuned my guitar.
"Draco, stop putting it off" Harry warned.
I sighed and started playing.
Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day
I could feel the others watching me and could hear more people from around the library coming closer to watch.
Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say
I glanced up at Hermione and she gave me an encouraging smile. She was the one who inspired this song so why shouldn't I tell her? I looked directly into her eyes as I started to sing the rest of the song.
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
I watched her face melt from encouraging smile to shock as she registered that I was singing about her, to her. I was worried for a moment that she wouldn't like what I was doing but soon a shy smile replaced her shock as she listen to her song.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
She then turned bright red but didn't seem unhappy by this news. She then let out a nervous laugh. Perfect timing Mione.
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy
She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day
Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for
Then just stay the same
So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I'll say
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are
When I finished I placed my guitar next to the table and without even asking or giving any warning I lent down and kissed her. The thing that made me especially happy though was the fact that she didn't even hesitate to kiss back.
Thinking back, I don't really remember much else from that day. Maybe because I was just so happy that I'd finally told the girl I loved how I felt in probably the most embarrassing way ever, so it rendered the rest of the day pointless to remember. Or it could have been that not two minutes after I kissed Hermione I was rendered unconscious by the weasel. Normally he wouldn't have had a chance against me but the sneaky devil got me when I wasn't expecting it.
The only things I need to know now are:
I hate the Weasel.
I like the girl Weasley, she is a nice person.
Harry Potter is my best friend.
Hermione Granger has been my girlfriend for eighteen months.
Just one more thing: Don't forget the ring tonight.
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