The Simple Message
By HPFangirl71
A simple message of one sentence, "Can you come out to play?", delivered by school owl so no one would know who sent it. His Eagle Owl would've been too obvious. Hermione knew who'd sent the message and exactly what its cryptic meaning was.
The message written in green, Slytherin green for the one who'd sent it. He wanted to meet again tonight. That's what coming out to play meant. Only when Harry and Ron questioned her, she'd feigned ignorance and tucked the parchment away in her robes.
She knew exactly who the message was from, none other than Draco Malfoy himself. He'd be waiting in the Trophy room for another secret rendezvous with her. In fact, they'd been meeting in secret for quite some time now.
True love having blossomed between them. Hermione blushed, thinking of Draco's lips. They tasted of cinnamon and felt like silk against hers. Recently, they'd spent hours snogging with someone they'd each sworn was their enemy. No longer calling each other Granger or Malfoy in that contemptuous way they once had.
Late at night, in the Trophy room, Draco no longer cared that she was Muggleborn, while she no longer cared that he carried the Dark Lord's mark. They simply cared for one another. In that room, Draco was kind and appreciated Hermione's intellect. Likewise, Hermione was forgiving, treating Draco like he was special. They now lived for these nights when the world no longer existed and they could just "come out and play."
