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Last time: Draco sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, he couldn't believe how badly she had reacted, I mean you would've thought that he had said he was the devil, and sprouted horns and a tail! He thought about that moment again, something had shone in her eyes…it was…fear? Anger? A little of both. But why would she be afraid of him? They had never met. Then suddenly it dawned on him. She was Hermione Granger…
Blind Date chapter 7
Hermione sighed, tapping her fingers on the table, not for any reason, she didn't even realize she was doing it. She was drowsy from the disaster of the night before, she had gotten hardly any sleep, tossing and turning the whole night. It was better then when she was asleep, she thought sadly, she had a dream that Draco was singing to her outside her house. She closed her eyes, she could almost hear him as though it were real. She hummed thinking she was going insane. Suddenly her bloodshot eyes sprang open.
If she concentrated she could hear something faintly, she leaned onto her window ceil and looked out. Her face changed from tired to heartbroken. Standing outside her flat singing was Draco. She opened the window, the muffled voice no longer muffled but clear as he sang out the lyrics of that day in the club.
You
upset me girl
and then you kiss my lips
All of a sudden I
forget
that I was upset
Can't remember
what you did
But I hate it
You
know exactly what to do
So that I can't stay mad at you
For
too
long, that's wrong
But,
I hate it
You know exactly how to touch
So that I don't
wanna fuss and fight no more
Said I despise that I adore you
Hermione couldn't take this, she dashed out of view, and Draco kept singing, holding pink roses, she ran outside in just her thin nightgown. The cold winter air piercing her skin, as it prickled she tackled Draco, not to the ground, but still enough to shake him.
"What are you doing?!" she asked him desperately, he grinned and gave her a hug, but she pulled away. "I lied too… I'm Hermione Granger," she waited for the scorn the disgust, a reaction at all, but his face was set in a grin, like cement. "I know, and I… I don't care!" he exclaimed happily, "I love you Hermione," the way he said her name made her shiver, and it wasn't because of the cold. Her teeth chattered and a worried look passed over his face.
"Lets get you inside," he ushered her in, before she got sick. "I love you," he repeated, to let it soak in, she looked stunned, "No, you don't," she replied sadly. "Yes I really truly do! Hermione, I've never felt this way about any girl, anyone in my whole life! I could care less about anything else but us, together," a tear trickled down her cheek, and he thought he had done something wrong, but inside she was smiling, happy tears. "I love you too!" she embraced him into a big hug.
Draco looked at Hermione leaning his forehead on hers, filling the gap between them, he kissed her. The intensity of the kiss was overwhelming, Draco lightly bit her lower lip, a gasp escaped from her mouth, as he kissed lower, kissing her neck, sucking, sure to leave a mark. A soft moan escaped her lips as she suddenly grabbed him, pushing him down onto the couch, her on top, kissing him. The kiss got more and more heated until they broke apart, breathing heavily.
"Oh!" he said as if remembering something, he pulled out the roses he had earlier, "you said pink was my color, so I got you pink flowers," he said, his cheeks a light pink, "It seemed like a better idea when I was at the flower shop and the lady said you would love them," he rambled and she laughed, "Draco! I love them, you don't need to worry," she assured him, and she sighed a breath of relief.
"Draco…" Hermione said hesitating, "you do know we have to tell Harry and Ron?" Draco nodded numbly, his mind still swirling from the previous kissing. He leaned in again, capturing her mouth in another sweet kiss, although this one was a little rougher, filled with need. "I love the way you say my name," he replied huskily into her ear, sending a shiver through her body, she loved the effect he had on her.
"But really, I need to tell them, what about inviting them over later?" she asked again, and Draco ran his fingers through his hair, as he always did when distressed, but he agreed nonetheless.
Later When Harry and Ron Arrive
"Hey Hermione," two voices said in unison, closing the door behind them. A boy with jet black hair and one with shocking red walked in, they were slightly startled to see Hermione sitting on the couch. Her fingers were intertwined with the beach blonde man's, they were sitting close, her head leaned on his shoulder.
"Aw," Ron said, smiling until he did a double-take "Ferret?!?" he said shocked. "Ok, one time in fourth year! Once and your labeled for life," he complained and Hermione grinned, "I think it's a cute nickname, you're my little ferret!" she laughed and Harry said "care to explain?"
Hermione nodded, "I called you both over to talk to you, I told you that I was getting somewhat serious with a man, and that I really liked him. I know you don't really like him, but trust me! He has changed and I really hope that you believe me!" her voice pleaded. All three men in the room felt uncomfortable, all cared about Hermione and knew how important this was to her.
"Are you sure you really like him?" Harry asked, and when she replied with a definite yes Harry nodded, as if he was trying to understand. Ron was speechless, literally, it was as if his ability to speak had been taken away from him, he just sort of sat there with his mouth open.
Suddenly, he found his words again, "Hermione! Have you not forgotten all of the times he had made you miserable in school? When you cried because of him?" Draco's face changed into a pained expression at that reminder. "Yes, I do, but he isn't the same little eleven year old we met in Hogwarts, he's grown up." Ron shook his head.
"Once a prick, always a prick is what I say," and Hermione raised her eyebrows and said, "Should I remind you the time you were a prick to me in first year, saying I had no friends? But like you say, once a prick, always a prick," she said smugly, and Ron hung his head, defeated. "Ok." He gave up.
"I'm going to go make some tea, excuse me," she said and left the room, the second she was out of hearing distance Draco said, "Why can't you accept I've changed?" at the exact time Ron said, "Why are you trying to hurt her?" Draco replied with a stiff "I'm not! I love her,"
Hermione walked right back into the room when Draco was saying, "You guys just can't get the fact that-" he stopped, seeing Hermione was back and ended with, "they will never win the Quidditich World Cup," he finished lamely. Hermione smiled fondly, and laughed that they were talking about Quidditich.
When the visit was all over, she got up, gave them both hugs, and said "Thank you for being so understanding!" after they left, Hermione closed the door, the frown on her face was obvious, "Well I didn't exactly expect them to be happy." She said sadly, "I just didn't think they would be so upset," she sat down putting her face in her hands, Draco rubbed slow circles into her back, "Yeah I know, its alright." He said soothingly.
"You ready to tell Pansy?" He asked and she shot up looking at him, but no objection formed in her mouth. Soon they arrived at a modest flat, he knocked on the door and Hermione hissed, "How are we going to tell her?" she asked and the door opened, he said "Like this," and he grabbed Hermione, dipped her like they were dancing and kissed her passionately. They heard something shatter, someone swear and then a clean up spell.
They stopped kissing, and Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and Pansy stood in the doorway, a stunned look in her eyes. "Nice way to tell her," Hermione said, and Pansy surprisingly laughed, and said "This is how he told me about his last two girlfriends too! I've broken many mugs over this boy," she laughed then looked strangely at Hermione, and as if realizing who she was, she turned to Draco furiously and said "You are dating filth? A mudblood?" and he shook his head. "She is not filth and I won't let you talk about her that way. I like her a lot and thought you had a right to know as my friend," Pansy seemed to consider this, and nodded a little.
"Thank you, and I will save you the trouble of slamming the door on our faces," he said, grabbing the door handle, and slamming it shut on a shocked Pansy. When they got back to the flat, Hermione broke down into tears, crying into his chest, she said "Why is everyone against this relationship?"
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