Part 3, it'll become more serious now, what will Hermione do? What will Draco do? Will they tell eachother about their feelings? Read it and find out!
Phoebe Phoenixar
"What happened to you Hermione? And don't say 'nothing', because I won't buy it!" Harry says, they're on their way to Potions and Hermione hasn't said a word so far.
Hermione stands still and looks at the floor, she can just say it, but lie about a few things, right?
"Well... promise me you won't laugh alright?" she asks.
Harry and Ron, who had walked on, turn around and nod, they walk back to their friend who stands there, feeling completely uneasy.
"What's the matter, Mione?" Ron asks.
"I... I had a dream last night, a really scary one..." Hermione starts, she colors bright red and starts fidgeting.
"What about?" is Ron's next question.
"Draco..." Hermione chokes out.
She watches the guys who try to stop themselves for laughing.
"Yeah, his face turns every dream into a nightmare, but why do you look so absent today?" Harry asks with a slight grin on his face.
Hermione's heart feels like it's 10 sizes too big and presses uncomfortably in her throat.
"Well, because in my dream I was running through a grass field and I called him to catch me..." she tells softly.
She expected Harry and Ron to start laughing now, but the opposite is true, they look at her with startled looks on their faces, nearly frightened.
"Don't tell me you have feelings for that ferret face!" Harry nearly shouts, making a few people in the corridors look around to see what's going on.
"No I don't and can you please keep your voice down, I don't need the whole school to know what I dreamed..." Hermione says, looking at the students and points them in the way they were walking at. They get the hint and walk on.
"Like I said, it was a complete nightmare..." she now says. "Lets just forget about it ok?"
The guys nod and walk towards the dungeons where their least favorite teacher was waiting to metally torture them once more.
They wait in silence, a really uncomfortable silence, to Hermione's liking, she wishes the guys would say something, anything, so she'd know they didn't think she went all crazy.
Snape opens the door to the dungeons and lets them in, the whole class now becomes silent, Hermione knows that it's because of Snape's pressence, but she desperately wants them to talk.
When they've arrived at their usual place in the back of the class, the door to the dungeons opens again and Draco and his companions stumble in.
"Sorry for being late, professor." Draco murmers and takes his seat.
"That's alright, Draco, but next time, try to stick to the schedule!" Snape says, giving his Slytherin pride an appreciating look for showing up.
"Just look at him, stupid idiot, and he truly has Snape on his hand..." Ron whispers.
"Well, Snape ís the head of Slytherin house, you can't expect from him to punish the people under his wings, that'd be like treachory to him..."Hermione whispers back, knowing that Snape always sees the Slytherin as better people than anyone else.
Harry chuckles and nods.
Potions class comes and goes, to slow for the Gryffindors who occasionally get a fowl snear from Snape and of course get the lowest grades in the class.
"Friggin' bastard, my potion looked a lot better than those from the Slytherin's, and I still fail!" Ron says furiously while nearly running back up the stairs.
"Let it be, Ron." Hermione says soothing, as the only Gryffindor who got an 'O' for her potion.
"Easy for you to say..." Ron replies, but he doesn't say anything else about it and Hermione is wise enough not to give him a reason to start shouting at him.
She looks at the ground while thinking that this wasn't even so bad, Snape's pressence stopped her from drifting off into thoughts and Draco wasn't on her mind for 2 hours.
Suddenly she finds her body laying on the ground after bumping into something.
"Watch where you're going, stupid Mudblood!" she hears.
'Crap, Draco!' she thinks, she looks up and indeed she's looking into the angry, cold eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"It's your fault for standing there." Hermione bites back.
"I can go wherever I want, but if you don't look out, I will curse you so bad that you won't even be able to run into me again!" Draco hisses out.
"You wouldn't dare!" Hermione replies, trying to give him an icy deathglare, but failing misserably.
Draco doesn't seem all too convinced either, his face looks like he's angry, but his eyes don't fit the picture. He decides to turn around before he can do anything stupid.
"Filthy Mudblood..." he murmers softly.
Hermione sighs and turns around towards the guys. "I just remembered I forgot a book, I'll see you guys later, ok?" she quickly says, she just can't stand not knowing what's going on and she's planning to find out.
Ron and Harry nod again and walk towards the Great Hall.
Hermione on the other hand, runs up to the Gryffindor Common room to write a letter.
After finishing that, she goes to the Owl tower to send the letter, usually she'd have used Hedwig to send a letter, but today she won't, it'd look a bit strange if Hedwig, Harry's owl, would suddenly land on the Slytherin table to give Harry's biggest enemy a letter.
"Sorry, Hedwig, I won't be using you today." Hermione says when the beautiful white owl flies down from her seat.
Hedwig makes a sad sound and flies off again, Hermione gets the first owl she can find and binds the letter to it. "Go and find Draco for me, ok?" she asks it and a few seconds later, the owl is gone, Hermione watches it circling the sky before she goes down the stairs again.
Draco sits in front of the Slytherin table, shaking from his meeting with the Gryffindor girl.
He doesn't quite understand what he just did, why didn't he just cast a spell on her like he threatened to do? Why did he look at her with a goofy look in his eyes?
Hermione enters the Great Hall, looking a bit pale and confused, Draco wonders why that is.
She sits down and starts talking with the other members of the Dream Team.
Suddenly an owl flies through the window and lands in front of him on the table.
Draco looks at the white piece of paper the owl is carrying.
"Who is it from?" he asks, not as much to the bird as it is to himself, he unleashes the letter and reads it.
'To Draco,
I want a few things cleared out, so just bare with me for a second, why do you act so different to me lately? Has something changed? You seem to act like you don't actually hate me anymore'
Draco stops reading for a second, he's got a hunge as from who this letter is, he looks at the Gryffindor table, but Hermione doesn't seem to give any signals to him, well except for maybe the fact that she's trying very hard to keep a conversation going.
'If it's the case that you don't hate me (anymore) I can say that feeling is mutual, over the past few years, I've noticed a few kind looks towards me, not cold, not angry, just friendly, or at least, nearly friendly. I know I'm not making much sense right now, but I wanted to ask you, if you feel more for me than what you've shown so far, would you send me a letter back? I promise I won't tell anyone or hate you for it (at least, not really)
greetings, H.'
Draco becomes completely white and looks at the Gryffindor table once more, the conversation has stopped and Hermione sits still on the bench, wipping her feet nervously.
'It's gotta be her.' He thinks and he stands up from the table, unsure of what to do. He wants to write something back, but what will happen if he does? Will Granger and up dating him? Will they actually fall in love?
He starts thinking of walking hand in hand, kissing under the moonlight and he finds out that that thought doesn't upset him at all, no, he even likes it. But will he tell her? He can't imagine how many things will change when they'd actually have something together. If his house mates find out, he'll be complete outcast. Not to mention that he'd be acting nice to the whole Dream Team, he can't see himself doing thát.
He walks back to the Slytherin common room, completely in thoughts.
He wants to write a letter back, but at the same time he finds himself holding back that feeling.
Now the schoolday's over and Hermione is back in the Gryffindor tower, she knows Draco won't write back. She hadn't really expected it, she was just fooling herself, how could someone like him have feelings for her?
She looks out the window, it's completely dark already and the first stars are beginning to fill the sky.
The guys are fast asleep already, at least, she thinks they are, she isn't completely sure, she said to them that she'd be making her homework and she'd follow later, but the truth is, she hasn't written down a single thing, or never even opened a book yet.
She stands up and starts pacing through the room. When she can't take it anymore, she just heads out the common room, walking through the now deserted castle. No students are allowed outside their common rooms at this time, but because she's Head Girl, she won't get in trouble.
She passes the lounge and the doors to the Great Hall, without knowing where she's going, she just walks out of the castle, happy to notice that Filch isn't around.
In front of her she finds the lake and she sits down against a tree, looking over the calm water.
She relaxes a little, though thoughts are still going through her mind.
Was she really wrong about the signals she got from Draco? Of course she was wrong, Draco's a Slytherin, she's a Muggleborn.
"What are you doing here?" she suddenly hears. The voice sounds familiar and her heart nearly jumps out of her ribcase.
"Malfoy!" she squeeks and she jumps to her feet.
"Granger..." Draco greets her.
Hermione is now completely startled. Draco who didn't act hateful?
"Got your letter." Draco says, sitting down and asking Hermione to do the same.
Hermione takes a seat next to him, keeping her distance. He started about the letter, would that be a good thing? She intentionally doesn't look at him.
Draco stares at the lake, not sure of what he'll answer. "I... that letter did come from you right?" he first asks.
Hermione gives him a shy nod.
"Alright... I- I think I wanted to say... I don't... completely hate you..." Draco stutters.
Hermione now looks up at him. "I see, may I ask what is it you feel then?"
Draco doesn't answer and shrugges his shoulders. "I'm not sure... I think I... I think I like you..." he whispers.
Hermione's heart is working at a fast pace and her mind is working overtime. She'd been right, he really does like her!
Draco looks at her. "Do you like me too?" he aks.
Hermione stares into his silver/blue eyes and stays silent.
What will Hermione answer? Will she be honest or will fear stop her from doing so? Read in in the next chapter!
Phoebe Phoenixar
