Hey everyone! Now I probably should be finishing off my other two stories. But seeing as I posted a chapter for House Unity last night and Getting Even is coming to a close I thought I'd post this.

Its quite funny really, I got this idea because we have a controlled assessment for English on Wednesday and we had to write a plan for it. So I wanted to just plan it on the day but I wasn't allowed to just sit there in the lesson and do nothing. So instead I wrote this as my fake plan:

'Two enemies meet in an unexpected place and become friends. They fall for each other but then have an argument' I actually wrote a bit more but I don't want to spoil it too much for you.

And you can see where this is going. I didn't even intend for it to be a Dramione story but obviously that's how my creative mind works. We had to use a Shakespeare line as our title so this one is called 'Speak what we feel' I hope you enjoy it :)

You can thank my English teacher if this story is any good xxx

Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter xx

Oh and I'd like to dedicate this to my friend Fairooz who I sit next to in English. We had to write this description of a character and I was like LETS DO MALFOY but she said no and we ended up doing Snape… All the same, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU FUZZY! :D

Set in 2003, 5 years after the Hogwarts graduation

It was cold. No, that was an understatement. It was frickin' freezing! Hermione could see her fingers turning a ghostly white and hear the constant chattering of her teeth. She was sat alone on a bench in the middle of the park. She could see people walking by in their huge duffle coats walking their dogs dressed in silly tartan blankets, and women with their designer fur coats holding steaming hot paper flasks of coffee. She didn't even know why she was sat there in the middle of winter freezing her butt off. But somehow she couldn't draw herself away from the bench, so she just sat there. Alone.

Her thoughts were put on pause when she heard a voice creep up behind her. She was afraid that it was going to be some weirdo looking for money, or maybe just an old lady that needed help tying her shoe.

She was some what disappointed when she looked up to the person talking to her.

"Hello? Granger? Did you even hear what I just said?" the familiar voice of Malfoy droning on at her.

"What?" she questioned. She turned her head around to see the little blonde ferret stood there. Well not little, he was definitely taller than her. He was dressed in muggle clothing strangely enough. He was wearing a black trench coat with army buckles decorating the sleeves and shoulders, black trousers and black shoes with menacingly scary points. Some things never change she thought.

"Can I sit here?" he said hurriedly, almost fed up with her confusion of the situation.

"What? The pureblood prince wants to sit next to the mudblood in the middle of Hyde Park? Never thought I'd see the day." She mused.

"Well I thought I'd never see the day that the brightest witch of our age would be stupid enough to be sat in the middle of Hyde Park in this blizzard that is winter. So I guess we're both mistaken." He retorted in response.

Silence filled the air between them as he took a seat next to her. They both felt that this situation was growing seemingly more awkward.

"What brings you to the muggle world, Malfoy?" Hermione finally spoke up.

"Firstly, is one not allowed to come to muggle London without being interrogated?" he replied.

"Well when that 'one' is you, then I'd say no."

"Fair enough then. And secondly, are we still on surname basis?"

"Yes we are, Malfoy."

"Okay then, Granger. Or should I say, Weasley." He sniggered.

"What makes you think that I'm a Weasley? You can't just assume these things."

"Okay well fine. Are you a Weasley, Granger?"

"No I am not, Malfoy. And whatever gave you the impression that I was?"

"I just figured that if Potter goes with she-weasel then that leaves you two."

"That is probably the worst logic that I have ever heard."

"I am hurt that you think that my logic is bad," he sarcastically replied, "especially because you're friends with Weasley."

"Are we going to revolve this whole conversation around Ron?"

"No, but someone is a little adamant that we don't. Care to explain, Granger?"

"Let's just say that Ron and I aren't on the best of terms…"

"Hmm. The golden trio have split up, can't say that I didn't see it coming."

"Shut up, Ferret."

"Hey! No fair, I haven't called you mudblood so you can't call me ferret!"

"Since when?"

"Since I said so."

"Again may I add. Bad Logic."

"Anyway Granger, what are you actually doing sat on this park bench?"

"Well I was just enjoying the peace and quiet until an insufferable ferret came to disturb me."

"How charming. Well I am going to get a coffee because it is bloody cold out here. Want to join me?"

"When hell freezes over, Malfoy."

"Considering how cold it is, I'd take that as a yes." He replied and forcefully dragged Hermione off the bench and took her to the little café nearby.

What the both didn't realise was that they both felt a spark while holding hands…

~ End of chapter ~

OOHHH! I hope you like this story! It was originally going to be a oneshot but I thought it would be better as a multi chapter. I hope that you liked the dialogue and description balance.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed it and PLEASE REVIEW :) XX

Also, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions don't be afraid to tell me! I try to keep an open mind xx