I don't think there was a moment in my life where I ever felt happier. I mean it, things were amazing. My school work was challenging enough that I enjoyed doing it, but not overwhelming enough where my head was stuck in a book for hours. Harry was writing me more letters, letting me know how he and Ron were (though there were no letters from Ron). I was able to hang out with Ginny and Luna more often.
Best of all, Draco and I snuck out more often to 'our spot'. Except it's not one particular spot, ever since it started to snow. We just sneak out of our common room and hide somewhere in the school, sometimes for a few hours, or for the rest of the night. We just sit there and talk. He knows almost everything about me, almost everything. The one subject that we have yet to skim across is the war. I think it's still too hard for him to talk about, and its okay. I don't blame him for not wanting to talk about it.
The dance is coming up soon. It's less than a month away. I'm starting to get a little nervous. A lot of people already have dates, and well, I'm hoping that one person will ask me.
Draco.
I've finally admitted to myself, I like Draco Malfoy. It was pretty obvious, but there's just something about him. He's just so different from the boy I meet so many years ago. Maybe it's because I've changed as well, or because Ron and Harry are not around to influence me to not like him. He just does these weird things to me. When I see him cast glances at me during class, I can feel my face blushing, and I cannot pay attention to teachers anymore. When I'm helping him study, he runs his hands through his hair and I wish those were my hands. His perfect smile is what kills me though; he flashes it every chance he gets and I just melt.
Is there something wrong with me? I've never felt this way before. I feel as if I'm crazy and these emotions have taken over me. I never thought I would turn into one of those crazy girls where their heart overcomes their head. But it has happened to I, Hermione Jean Granger.
Everytime he opens his mouth I'm just waiting for him to ask, "Hermione, do you want to go to the ball with me?" And of course I would say yes. Then the ball would come around and we would walk into the Great Hall with everyone staring at us in awe. A slow song would come on and well, everything would be perfect.
Except the prick has yet to ask me.
I confronted Ginny about the whole situation one time when we were hanging out in Hogsmeade. I asked her if maybe I should ask him, that maybe he's too nervous to ask me.
"Hermione Granger! You cannot be the one to ask him!" she had yelled at me as we walked down the street.
"Why not?" I asked, confused.
"Because⦠Becauseā¦" she seemed at a loss of words. "I don't know, girls don't do the asking! It's the gentlemen thing for them to ask you." Ginny shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Obviously he's going to ask you, he just needs time. Usually girls flock to him like he's a magnet. You're different though, so he just needs time to figure this whole thing out."
"Well he better do it soon, the clock is ticking."
That was two weeks ago. He has still yet to ask me. I need to calm down. Was I like this in my forth year? Before Krum had asked me? When I was waiting for Ron to ask me? God, I can't even remember that far back. This is too stressful.
"Hey Hermione, are you ready for our study session?" Draco shook me from my la-la land.
"What? Oh, yeah right." I had been spacing out in the library. Typical. "So what are we working on today?"
"Well I really need help with my Transfiguration essay."
I stared at him in confusion, "McGonagall went over that four times in class. Were you not paying attention?
Draco started to rub the back of his neck. "No, I wasn't. I was too busy thinking about the ball," he smiled up at me. "It's so stressful. I was thinking about all the setting up that we have to do. I still have yet to get- my dress robes shipped in from Mother. Girls are following me everywhere, constantly begging me to ask them to the ball."
I sneered, "Yeah, I noticed."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that a tone of jealousy I suspect in your voice Granger? Are you jealous of all these girls following me around?" Draco smirked. "Don't worry Granger, I wouldn't go with any of them anyways."
Ask me. Now is the time to ask me right now. Right now. Do it.
Draco kept smiling at me, "Anyways, I already know who I'm going to ask. Hermione, would you thi-"
"Yeah I would love to!" I smiled at Draco, and then realized that he hadn't finished his sentence.
"What Granger?" He stared at me in confusion.
"Um, nothing. I thought you were going to say something else," my face must be bright red.
Draco stared at me in confusion. "Wait you think I was going to ask-"
"What was your question?" I cut him off short, afraid to answer him.
He stared at me, grief filled his eyes. "I'm going to the ball with Pansy."
Dun Dun Dun
Trying to spice up the plot. Or at least add some sort of conflict.
Anyways, I'm sorry for taking so long! There was a really big snow storm and I got 2 feet of snow! Along with no power for days. So when the power finally came back on, I was a little more concerned with not smelling like manure any longer than writing this.
I know it's short, but I'm working on the next chapter right now, so it'll be like a 2 in 1!
Thank you to all my reviewers!
