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Hermione got up as soon as she saw Daniel Curley. She was sitting on the bench waiting for him. "Um. hi." Daniel said, blushing and handing Hermione a bouquet of flowers. "Wow." Hermione said, speechless. "Thank you, these are beautiful!" she said, leaning over and kissing Daniel on the cheek. "We better get into the restaurant now. They reserved a table for us." Daniel replied, his face red as the flowers he gave Hermione. "Daniel?" Hermione asked as they were eating their spaghetti in the Italian restaurant. Daniel nearly choked. To him Hermione's voice was like an angel playing the harp. He gulped slowly and looked up at her. "Yes?" "Well. How long has it been since you told me you loved me?" Hermione grinned and tucked her hair behind her ears. "It seems like forever." Daniel replied, quietly. "Well, yes. What brings you to Muggle London anyway? Your father and mother despise Muggles." Daniel gawked at her in horror, as if she was saying, "the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree". "I know. Yeah, I knew you would ask that." Daniel was looking for an answer in his spaghetti. "It doesn't matter really, does it? Like, as long as I'm here." Daniel replied. Hermione didn't know if the red in his cheeks was embarrassment or anger. "Yeah, I suppose." Hermione and Daniel sat and talked until the restaurant was closed. As they walked towards the park, Daniel stopped. "We go back to Hogwarts tomorrow." He said. "Yes, why?" Hermione replied puzzled. "I can't go near you. The Slytherins despise you and I'd be laughed at by everyone if I even said 'Hello'." He hung his head. Hermione spotted the disappointment in his eyes and smiled. "What's more important, love or reputation?" Daniel quickly looked up and blushed. "Well." he thought for a moment. "Is there another choice?" Hermione grinned and slapped him. "Ha ha, very funny!" Daniel held his hand against where Hermione hit him and pretended to cry. Hermione put her arm round him and kissed him on the cheek. Daniel grinned from under Hermione's arm. "Score!" he whispered. Suddenly there was a 'bleep bleeping' sound. Hermione lifted her pager and said, "It's not mine." Daniel checked his mobile phone and of course, it was from his parents. "I have to go. I could walk you home?" Daniel grinned. Hermione smiled back at him. "Of course, thank you!" Daniel and Hermione walked hand-in-hand until they reached a big house. It looked yellow under the street lamps, but Daniel could tell it was white. "Whoa." he said to himself. Hermione giggled. "What is it?" Daniel shook his head and tried to focus on Hermione. Hermione sighed and walked up to her doorstep. Daniel looked down at the gold-plated "Welcome" sign nailed to the door. Hermione hugged and kissed Daniel, making him go bright red. "I had a nice time tonight." She said. "Next year, we should do that again." Daniel grinned. And kissed her back. "See ya tomorrow." he said. He waited until he heard Hermione's voice saying, "I'm home! Mum! Dad!" then sighed and walked off the doorstep. He took out the £4.00 he had in his pocket and stared at it. There was a taxi-stop a few streets from here. He dashed across the large garden surrounding Hermione's house and reached the taxi- stop just as the taxi parked there. "Hello." The driver had a Spanish accent, and Daniel couldn't help laughing. "You need a lift, no?" the driver asked. Daniel shrugged and handed his four pounds over to the driver. Couldn't help myself. hee hee! All taxi drivers have Spanish accents, LOL He climbed in the back seat and leaned his head on the window. It was raining. Thank goodness blessed Hermione got to stay dry, he thought. "Here we are!" the taxi-driver said. "Oh! Thank you, um, sorry." Daniel scrambled out of the taxi and walked home. By the time he got there, he was drenched. Daniel reached his house and knocked on the door before checking to see if it was open or not. He sighed and then turned the key beside his right hand. The door pushed open easily, and then automatically slammed shut behind him. Mum and Dad must be out, he thought. He took of his shirt in the living room and left it on the chair to dry. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Daniel sighed and walked to the door. "Hello?" he said, pulling open the door. The person standing there was Daniel's friend Sorcha. "Hiya! Are you excited about going back to Hogwarts tomorrow?" she asked him. "Uh, I guess. But I won't be able to see Hermione." Daniel replied, his face bright pink. Sorcha started giggling hyper-actively and Daniel slapped her across the face. "Hey!" Sorcha said, grabbing Daniel's hand as it retreated. "What was that for?" she asked, letting go of his wrist. "Sorry, it's just I don't like it when you tease me. Are you coming in? It's raining, no?" Sorcha stared at him blankly. "Oh! Sorry, it was the taxi man." Daniel said blushing and twiddling with his fingers. Sorcha grinned and stepped into Daniel's house. Just like it had for Daniel, the door slammed shut behind her.
Hermione got up as soon as she saw Daniel Curley. She was sitting on the bench waiting for him. "Um. hi." Daniel said, blushing and handing Hermione a bouquet of flowers. "Wow." Hermione said, speechless. "Thank you, these are beautiful!" she said, leaning over and kissing Daniel on the cheek. "We better get into the restaurant now. They reserved a table for us." Daniel replied, his face red as the flowers he gave Hermione. "Daniel?" Hermione asked as they were eating their spaghetti in the Italian restaurant. Daniel nearly choked. To him Hermione's voice was like an angel playing the harp. He gulped slowly and looked up at her. "Yes?" "Well. How long has it been since you told me you loved me?" Hermione grinned and tucked her hair behind her ears. "It seems like forever." Daniel replied, quietly. "Well, yes. What brings you to Muggle London anyway? Your father and mother despise Muggles." Daniel gawked at her in horror, as if she was saying, "the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree". "I know. Yeah, I knew you would ask that." Daniel was looking for an answer in his spaghetti. "It doesn't matter really, does it? Like, as long as I'm here." Daniel replied. Hermione didn't know if the red in his cheeks was embarrassment or anger. "Yeah, I suppose." Hermione and Daniel sat and talked until the restaurant was closed. As they walked towards the park, Daniel stopped. "We go back to Hogwarts tomorrow." He said. "Yes, why?" Hermione replied puzzled. "I can't go near you. The Slytherins despise you and I'd be laughed at by everyone if I even said 'Hello'." He hung his head. Hermione spotted the disappointment in his eyes and smiled. "What's more important, love or reputation?" Daniel quickly looked up and blushed. "Well." he thought for a moment. "Is there another choice?" Hermione grinned and slapped him. "Ha ha, very funny!" Daniel held his hand against where Hermione hit him and pretended to cry. Hermione put her arm round him and kissed him on the cheek. Daniel grinned from under Hermione's arm. "Score!" he whispered. Suddenly there was a 'bleep bleeping' sound. Hermione lifted her pager and said, "It's not mine." Daniel checked his mobile phone and of course, it was from his parents. "I have to go. I could walk you home?" Daniel grinned. Hermione smiled back at him. "Of course, thank you!" Daniel and Hermione walked hand-in-hand until they reached a big house. It looked yellow under the street lamps, but Daniel could tell it was white. "Whoa." he said to himself. Hermione giggled. "What is it?" Daniel shook his head and tried to focus on Hermione. Hermione sighed and walked up to her doorstep. Daniel looked down at the gold-plated "Welcome" sign nailed to the door. Hermione hugged and kissed Daniel, making him go bright red. "I had a nice time tonight." She said. "Next year, we should do that again." Daniel grinned. And kissed her back. "See ya tomorrow." he said. He waited until he heard Hermione's voice saying, "I'm home! Mum! Dad!" then sighed and walked off the doorstep. He took out the £4.00 he had in his pocket and stared at it. There was a taxi-stop a few streets from here. He dashed across the large garden surrounding Hermione's house and reached the taxi- stop just as the taxi parked there. "Hello." The driver had a Spanish accent, and Daniel couldn't help laughing. "You need a lift, no?" the driver asked. Daniel shrugged and handed his four pounds over to the driver. Couldn't help myself. hee hee! All taxi drivers have Spanish accents, LOL He climbed in the back seat and leaned his head on the window. It was raining. Thank goodness blessed Hermione got to stay dry, he thought. "Here we are!" the taxi-driver said. "Oh! Thank you, um, sorry." Daniel scrambled out of the taxi and walked home. By the time he got there, he was drenched. Daniel reached his house and knocked on the door before checking to see if it was open or not. He sighed and then turned the key beside his right hand. The door pushed open easily, and then automatically slammed shut behind him. Mum and Dad must be out, he thought. He took of his shirt in the living room and left it on the chair to dry. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Daniel sighed and walked to the door. "Hello?" he said, pulling open the door. The person standing there was Daniel's friend Sorcha. "Hiya! Are you excited about going back to Hogwarts tomorrow?" she asked him. "Uh, I guess. But I won't be able to see Hermione." Daniel replied, his face bright pink. Sorcha started giggling hyper-actively and Daniel slapped her across the face. "Hey!" Sorcha said, grabbing Daniel's hand as it retreated. "What was that for?" she asked, letting go of his wrist. "Sorry, it's just I don't like it when you tease me. Are you coming in? It's raining, no?" Sorcha stared at him blankly. "Oh! Sorry, it was the taxi man." Daniel said blushing and twiddling with his fingers. Sorcha grinned and stepped into Daniel's house. Just like it had for Daniel, the door slammed shut behind her.