"You like him don't you?"
It was a beautiful spring afternoon; and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sunbathing by the lake.
Well, Ron was asleep; the other two were enjoying the sun.
"What?"
Harry pretended to be puzzled, but he knew exactly who Hermione was talking about.
"Malfoy, you have a crush on him don't you?"
Hermione asked again.
"Well…yeah."
Harry sighed.
It would be no use lying to Hermione, she almost knew him better than he knew himself.
"Oh Harry, why haven't you told him yet?"
Hermione whined.
"I can't tell him Hermione, he's my sworn enemy!"
Harry told her, pained.
"Harry, you can only be sworn enemies when you hate each other equally; and you like him! You have to tell him! How do you know he doesn't like you?"
Hermione commanded.
"Oh come on Hermione, like Draco Malfoy's gay! Even if he was, he could get a lot better."
Harry mumbled, downbeat.
"Harry, if you don't tell him; you'll never know."
Hermione insisted.
"I won't get the chance though."
Harry told her, making up excuses to get out of confronting his love.
"You'll find the time."
Hermione instructed, frowning at him.
Harry gulped.
Hermione would make him do it.