WUSSUP GUYS. Here you go, the second chapter. REVIEW AND YOU GET COOKIES!

-mooshoosha

Disclaimer: Sometimes I cry because I am not JK Rowling therefore I do not own anything awesome at all in life.

Falling In Love and Other Stuff: Chapter 2, Permission to Subtly Ask You Out

"McGonagall's gonna kill me," Ron moaned.

"Then you should have done your homework, Ronald." Hermione said dismissively.

"Hermione, you know full well that we do not have any free time anymore; Quidditch practice is taking over our lives," Harry pointed out from the other side of Hermione as the trio made their way to Transfiguration class that will be shared with Slytherin. "And no, we will not quit Quidditch, 'Mione."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She has got no interest in the sport whatsoever and couldn't figure out why her friends had loved it so much. "Then you'll need to suffer the consequences, boys," she concluded as they took their seats in the classroom.

They arrived just in time for class to start. Professor McGonagall transfigured herself into regular human form. She pushed up her glasses and cleared her throat.

"Before we start, I take it that you have read the announcement board this morning," McGonagall scanned the room and received some nods as well as some confused looks, "well, for those of you who have not yet received the news, a trip to Hogsmeade will be taking place in a week. If any of you," she specifically spoke to the Gryffindors here, "are interested in coming, please turn in your slips before Thursday to me. As for Slytherin house, please turn your slips in to Professor Slughorn."

There were a few students who mumbled "Yes, Professor," while others simply nodded or didn't care at all. Without another word, McGonagall began her lesson.

Something hit Hermione's head while she was taking observation notes. She quickly turned her head in the direction the object came from. Draco grinned and pointed at the paper ball that hit Hermione's head, which was now lying on the floor next to her chair. This is so Malfoy, she thought, stupid Malfoy throwing stupid notes. Brows furrowed, she reluctantly picked up the piece of paper.

Hey Granger.

Really? Really Malfoy? Hey Granger? Hermione scribbled back and aimed at Draco's forehead. A few minutes later, Draco threw the piece of paper back to Hermione.

I'm bored.

I can see.

You going to Hogsmeade?

Yes, why?

I was just wondering if you want to go get tea or something. Crabbe and Goyle aren't coming and I will be bored. I demand you to accompany me, Granger.

… Are you asking me out?

Wow, Granger. Desperate much?

Shut up. I am not desperate. But technically, you are asking me out.

Actually, I am not asking you out. If you have not noticed, I did write: "I demand you to accompany me, Granger." So technically, I am demanding you to come with me, but if you are THAT desperate, then I give you permission to think that I am asking you out.

Ron and Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously. She pretended to go back to her notes, and the boys hesitantly looked away. When it was safe to write back to Draco, Hermione quickly scribbled:

I'll see. I don't know if Harry and Ron have any plans with me or not. But I'll let you know.

As Draco finished reading what Hermione wrote, McGonagall dismissed the class. Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked out together while they talked about the amount of homework they've got. Draco caught up with Hermione and winked at her.

"OI!" Ron shouted. "DID YOU JUST WINK AT HERMIONE? WHY YOU NASTY LITT-"

Hermione buried her head in her hands, and as Ron opened his mouth again, she jumped on him and put her hands on his mouth to prevent him from uttering another word.

"SHUSH, MERLIN'S BEARD RON."

Ron yanked her hands from his mouth, "But Hermione, THAT FERRET JUST WINKED AT YOU!"

Hermione glanced at Draco, who was already walking to Slytherin's common room. He looked back at Hermione for a second, and Hermione could recognize his smirk. She promised herself to get back to him somehow.

"Are you actually okay with this, Hermione?" Ron asked as Harry helped him get up from the floor.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Ronald." Hermione lied. She felt guilty, but considering the fact that if she did tell her best friends the truth they might burst, she would rather keep this a secret for a while.

"But- but, Hermione, HE DID. Harry, you also saw it happen, right, mate?" Ron looked at Harry expectantly, and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, 'Mione. He did, he jus-"

"Don't you guys have Quidditch practice right now?" Hermione quickly changed the topic. "I'll do your homework for you."

Ron and Harry seemed to forget about Draco Malfoy all of the sudden.

"Thanks Hermione! You're the best!" Harry exclaimed. Harry and Ron each gave Hermione a big hug, and hand over their books. Hermione stumbled, but she said she was going to be okay and they should now be at practice or they'd be late. Ron and Harry were still a little concerned, but they obeyed and left for practice.

Hermione, balancing the weight of all the books in her arms, managed to reach the library. She dumped the books on her regular table and got to work with her assignments first.

As dusk fell, Hermione was able to finish Harry's, Ron's and her homework. Letting out a big sigh, she laid her head on the table and fell asleep.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaangeeeeeeer," a voice whispered in her ear. Hermione abruptly sat up and the first thing she saw was the face of Draco Malfoy.

"Merlin, Draco. Don't do that again," she told him, "it tickles, you know."

Draco smirked again and leaned in to her ear even closer this time, and in the most seductive voice he could manage, whispered again, "It does?"

Hermione giggled and pushed him away. Then she remembered that she needed to get back to Draco for winking at her in front of Ron and Harry. She punched him hard on his arm.

"Oi, Granger! What was that for?" Draco rubbed his arm, and even though it did not really hurt at all, he pretended that the fist Hermione just threw at his arm was painfully killing him.

"FOR WINKING AT ME AFTER TRANSFIGURATION, IDIOT! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I THOUGHT WE AGREED THAT HARRY AND RON CAN'T KNOW!"

Draco shrugged and smirked happily. "As far as I am aware, it's not such a big deal. I wink at everyone, Granger."

Hermione turned her back and muttered a spell so that all the homework she did flew away out of the library and towards the Gryffindor common room's direction. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she cupped Draco's cheek and breathed softly into his ear, "Just don't do that again, alright? I don't want to get you in trouble," she hesitated and could feel Draco holding his breath. She grinned and breathed "…Draco." Hermione smiled flirtingly, patted his cheek, and walked away, leaving Draco petrified and blushing madly.

Best revenge on Draco you've ever thought of, Hermione. She said to herself, obviously proud.

Herpderp idk. I hope you liked it? Obviously, next chapter will be about Hogsmeade, guys. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed reading it too.

And as you can tell, I have issues with people "breathing on neck" and "whispering." I need to stop that.

But it's so sexy when Draco does it I can't stop.

Please spare my life.

-mooshoosha