"Harry...?"

"Yeah, 'Mione?"

"I... have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I- er. Harry, please don't get mad."

"Spill, Hermione."

"Trust me, Harry. It's not something you'd like to hear."

"Really? What's so bad about it?"

"Harry, I- oh. I'm seeing someone-"

"And?"

"And I think I've fallen in love... with him."

"Ah, er, that's brilliant, Hermione. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very, very sure."

"Hermione... what's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to ask me who, Harry?"

"Oh, yeah. So who's the lucky bloke?"

"Harry... swear to me you won't blow your top and murder him in his sleep after I tell you who."

"Seriously, it's that bad?"

"Yes it is. Swear?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine. I swear I won't get angry."

"Really?"

"Yes, Hermione. Didn't I swore just now?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. That's good. Fantastic, even-"

"Who is it, Hermione Jean Granger?"

"Well, Harry... it's... dwacosmarfoy."

"Who?"

"It's Draco Malfoy."


"Are you sure, Hermione?"

"Yes, I am, Harry. I think this is the twentieth time you've asked me this question."

"Well... it is Draco Malfoy, isn't it? You can't be too sure when dealing with the ferrety bastard."

"Harry!"

"Sorry... not."

"Harry...?"

"Mmm?"

"I'm glad you're being mature about this."

"Well... it's all about what Dumbledore used to say, yeah? Inter- house unity and all?"

"Yeah..."

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Am I the first person you've-"

"- told about this? Yeah. Harry, you're my best friend. 'Course I'd tell you first."

"Are you ever going to tell Ron about you and Malfoy?"

"I don't know, Harry. You know what he's like."

"Yeah... y'know, Hermione, I think you should."

"Should what?"

"Tell him."

"I don't kn-"

"Isn't he your best mate too?"

"Yeah... but, Harry, let's just put it this way: Ron will have a fit when he hears this."