AN: Oh my Potter! You guys are amazing! So many people like this story, I've been writing so fast, just for you great people! Thanks a lot! :D Birthday shout out to stylinsonn, this chappies for you!
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"I was...talking about your handbag," I said quickly.
"I don't have a handbag Draco," Hermione said slowly. I gulped.
"Um...well, I meant-" I said, but I got cut off. Hermione had walked over while I was bumbling and had enveloped her arms around me.
"That's sweet Draco," She whispered into my left ear. I blushed slightly. "You're pretty hot yourself," She continued. Gosh, I was turning as red as Weaselbee!
"Thanks Hermione," I whispered into her ear. I felt a small tug on my hair and felt as Hermione played with my hair. We stayed embraced for a few more seconds before someone coughed. We jumped apart and I felt a fist connect with my jaw, hard. I staggered back and Hermione caught me. I righted myself and saw who it was. That red headed twerp Ronald Weasley. "Get your hands off of my girl!" He yelled.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione screamed shrilly. "How DARE you punch my boyfriend! And how DARE you call me your girl. I am NO ONE'S GIRL! You are just a prejudiced, arrogant, little toe rag! I don't want to see you again and you better hope that you don't see me." She's never called me hers before! Hermione turns to me, "Are you alright?" She asks me concerned.
"Yeah. It was just a little hit anyways. My jaws not broken or anything," I say, I turn to glare at Ron, but he had left. I would have run away too if Hermione had said that to me. "You know you will see him again, right?" I ask her.
"I know," She replies sighing, "But I have an idea."
She whipped out her wand and gently touched my jaw with it. She muttered a few spell and the pain in my jaw stopped. I felt my skin bubble a little and upon glancing in the mirror, I saw that my jaw was as smooth and clear as ever. Good work Hermione.
"Thanks Hermione. Are you going to buy that dress do you think?" I ask her.
"I think so. I really like, but, does it go with what you're wearing?" She asks me.
"Oh totally," I reply. Well, it will now that I know what hers looks like. "Let's go and buy it and then go for a Butterbeer. Is that fine with you? It'll be my treat!" I say, winking at her.
She giggled and replied, "Sure! I'll just change and then I'll go and pay for it." She walked back into the changing room and emerged back in her normal clothes a few minutes later. She had the dress back in the box and walked up to the counter with it. I saw her glance at a pair of blue earrings on the counter. She checked the price of it and then put them back down. I wonder. I mean, Christmas IS coming up soon.
Hermione paid for the dress and we left for the Three Broomsticks. Again, we had to shake all of the snow off of us, because there was a miniature storm going on outside. We walked over to a small, two person table and I got Hermione's chair for her. "I might just keep you around Draco," Hermione said grinning. I chuckled and sat down across from her. The Three Broomsticks were trying out what the muggles did with servers. So, a house elf came to get us our drinks shortly after we sat down. Hermione looked a little upset with that but, I assured her that they were probably getting well paid for their services. She calmed down a little and didn't say anything when the house elf drought her her drink. Well, we both said thank you, but she didn't say anything about the inequalities of elves. We talked about the upcoming ball, gifts, Christmas and Ron.
"Did you write a letter to Father Christmas?" Hermione asked me suddenly.
"Father who?" I asked.
"You know, Santa?" She explained.
"Who's Santa?" I asked confused.
"You don't know who Santa is?" Hermione gasped.
"No."
"Well, on Christmas Eve, he goes to all of the houses, all around the world and gives presents to all of the good children. The children, write letters to Santa, telling him what they want," She explained.
"But, if Santa knows that they're good. How does he not know what they want?" I asked.
"Oh you're no fun!" Hermione complained. "It's just a fun little thing we did for Christmas when I was younger. I actually thought he was real," She said laughing.
"He's not real?" I asked, confused.
"Well, my parents told me that he wasn't. But, I think that they just took my gifts for themselves," She fake whispered.
I chuckled. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "It's quarter after four, do you want to head back to Hogwarts now?"
"Sure," She replied, gulping down the last sip of her butterbeer. I placed some gallons on the table and we bundled up again, ready to brace the outdoors.
We then took the long trip back to Hogwarts. We had tried talking at first, but the wind snatched away all of our words. When we reached the grand staircase, Hermione went one way and I went the other. But, before I had left, she hugged me and whispered, "Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at nine o'clock tonight. Don't be late," She smirked and released me. She then flounced up the stairs while I trudged down to the dungeons. Today had been amazing. I got the girl of my dreams, technically beat Weasley in a fight and I now have another secret "date" with Hermione tonight!
After diner, I waited in the Slytherin common room until eight-thirty. Pansy, was trying to find out who I was going to the ball with. Blaise was trying to go with Astoria and I was trying to pretend to do my Divination homework. Now I know why Hermione quite last year! The questions were just absolutely ridiculous! I don't know where I will be in ten-thousand days from now. Hopefully with Hermione, but I don't know that for sure!
AN: Thanks for all of the follows, favs and reviews. I've been trying to update every day, just because of all of that. Sorry about missing an update, real life intervened. Thanks a lot guys! Again, special shout out to stylinsonn, happy birthday!