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Secrets

Draco touched down on the common room balcony with Hermione still clinging to him. He hopped off and then helped Hermione off. "There you go," said Draco as he set her back on the ground.

Hermione looked at Draco as he took his Quidditch gloves off and went to go open the balcony door. He picked up his broom and started to go inside. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Draco stopped in the doorway and turned around. A warm breeze blew through the air and tousled Draco's white-blonde hair. "Well, I couldn't let you die, could I? Who else would be interesting enough to argue with?" Draco flashed Hermione a small smile and then quickly went inside.

Hermione walked in after him. "Was that a compliment?"

Draco opened the door to his bedroom. "Maybe," he said as he closed the door.

Hermione sunk down into the sofa and sighed.

Hermione walked into dinner and was attacked by Ron and Harry with questions. "Hermione!" they screamed in unison.

"What the bloody hell happened back there!" said Ron.

"How'd you fall off the tower!" yelled Harry.

"Why aren't your guts all over the pitch!"

"Are you okay!"

Hermione sat down at the table. "Harry, Ron, I'm fine! Breathe!" Harry and Ron were standing up, huffing. "Sit."

Reluctantly, Harry and Ron sat across from her. "Are you alright?" asked Ron

"I'm here, aren't I? Where's Ginny?" Hermione picked up a chicken leg and took a bite out of it.

Harry rested his head on his hand as he began to eat. "She's in the Hospital Wing. She hit her head pretty hard."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"It's nothing Madame Pomfrey can't fix," said Ron. "So what happened to you? One minute you were falling off a tower and the next, you were just sort of gone."

"Someone caught me." Hermione downed a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Who? All of us were down helping Ginny."

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," she said with a smile. She skipped towards the door of the Great Hall, turned around, and saw Harry and Ron's confused faces before she walked down the corridor to the Hospital Wing.

She walked into the room and saw Ginny lying in a bed holding a teddy bear and reading Witch Weekly. "'Mione!"

"Hey, Ginny! How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine. Madame Pomfrey won't let me out, though. She says that I won't be able to keep my balance if I stand up. But, at least I'm not as bloodied up as I was. Those stupid pricks…"

"That was an awful trick they played on you."

"It's nothing- I'm fine now. So I heard you fell off the tower. Why aren't you stuck in a bed in here with me?"

"Someone caught me."

"Really? And who was it?" asked Ginny as she set down her magazine.

Hermione looked around the room to make sure that no one was listening. "Okay, you must swear that you won't tell this to anyone, not even- no- especially not Harry or Ron."

"Oh, secrets… What fun." Ginny sat up in her bed.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, Hermione, I promise."

"Cross your heart?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes! Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a billywig in my eye! Now tell me who caught you!"

"Malfoy caught me," said Hermione as her face turned slightly pink.

"Merlin, are you serious?"

"Yes…"

"Lucky," she said with a wistful eyes.

Hermione smacked Ginny lightly on the shoulder. "Ginny, you have a boyfriend! And it's Malfoy for goodness sake!"

"Hey. Just because I think he is absolutely the most gorgeous bloke on the face of the earth doesn't mean that I have to fancy him." Hermione giggled. "But I think he fancies you."

Hermione started blushing again. "What? That's crazy! Malfoy fancying me… I think you hit your head a bit too hard, Gin."

"Mione, he's like your bloody stalker! Every time I see you anywhere, he's with you."

"We have Head duties together…"

"You're just in denial. I see the way you two are always looking at each other."

Hermione's face was a deep pink by now. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She looked out the window and crossed her arms.

Ginny looked at Hermione. "You fancy him, too, don't you?"

"I most certainly do not!"

"Oh, yes you do. I know you do. Admit it."

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. "Alright, fine."

"Ha! I knew it! You two would look so good together."

Hermione resumed chewing on her bottom lip. "You think so?"

"Definitely." Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment. "Imagine what your children would look like…"

"Ginny!"