Hi everyone! I came up with this when I was listening to What's It Gonna Be by H20 ft. Platinum. Hope you enjoy!
He likes me. He likes me not. Hermione sang the rhyme whilst plucking the petals off of the daisy. She used to do this all the time as a child, but now she'd felt the sudden urge to do the childish rhyme again.
With the last petal plucked, Hermione had found her desired answer. He likes me. Quickly, dusting the the grass off of her she dashed through the tremendously large, oak doors and up the moving stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. After finding a stray piece of parchment, some ink and a quill on one of the homework tables, Hermione scribbled a quick note in her small, neat handwriting.
Meet me at our classroom, 8 o'clock
H x
Whistling for Athena, her tawny owl to come, she questioned whether she should send the letter or not. It was only when Athena landed on the windowsill that she made the all-important, split-second decision to send it.
"You know who to send it to" Then, after stroking her feathers one last time, Athena flew off into the cloudless blue sky.
xxxxxx
With an hour to go Hermione started to get ready. She wasn't one of them girls who cared massively about her appearance but she did like to make an effort, especially when she was meeting him.
After stripping off, Hermione waited for the shower to warm up before she stepped under the powerful and now steaming hot jets.
Once she had shampooed and conditioned her hair and had scrubbed off any dirt that lay on her body, Hermione stepped out from under the hot water.
Now, with only 35 minutes left, Hermione decided to use a simple drying charm on her hair; it made it much easier and whenever she used this charm her golden brown locks fell into luscious waves.
When she had dried her body, with the towel this time, Hermione rummaged through her trunk and pulled out some dark blue, skinny jeans and a cream lace top. She then slid her feet into her favourite knee-length, brown boots.
'Finally ready" Hermione thought 'and I've still got 15 minutes to go'.
At 7:55 a slightly panicky Hermione began to make her way to the classroom, their classroom. Carefully, rushing down the moving stairs, Hermione made her way to the disused classroom on the third floor.
He was already there when Hermione got there, sitting on top of one of the abandoned desks, his eyes unmoving and staring at the doorway. Until she walked through the entrance to the classroom.
"Me or Ron, Mya" He said monotonously "What's it gonna be?". There it was. The decision she had, which would affect many of the friendships that she had formed and many beliefs and traditions that were still around. But Hermione already knew the answer.
"It'll always be you Draco. Always" Hermione softly whispered the words in Draco's ear.