He loves me...
They sat by the lake on opposite sides of an ancient oak, just as sworn enemies should. Draco studied whilst Hermione questioned herself.
"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, and he loves me not..."
"Bloody hell Granger, I can barely hear myself think, if you want to know if he loves you just ask him!"
"I can't ..."
"Well who is he ... Merlin ... It's not Weasley is it?"
"No ..."
"Then is it Potter ..."
"No ..."
"Well who, whoever it is I'm sure he'd be happy to keep you occupied while I try to get some proper work done."
"I don't ... I mean ... we're so different ..."
"Is it Blaise then?"
"Shut up already Malfoy! If you wanted to know, you would know by now!"
"You know I'm sure he'd tell you the truth if you asked."
"I said it wasn't Blaise."
"I know ... look ask him, I promise he'll be honest, what happened to your Gryffindor courage?"
"I ..."
"Damn it Granger ask!"
"Do ... you ... do you love me? Or not?"
"I don't know what to say ..."
"I told you ..."
However she was cut off by the kiss of a lifetime.
"Have you ever heard, actions speak louder than words."
