(a/n) Short, sweet, and simple. I hereby declare that the characters in this story are not mine. They belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. But as you all know, I'm PrimaVeraDream. I'm sorry if there's any wrong grammar or spelling. I'm very bad with grammar. Remember to review!


The next day:

A girl's scream was heard throughout the castle. That girl was Ginny. Ginny woke up in the morning without a care and got up to take a shower. After her shower, she opened her wardrobe. And that's when she screamed. All her clothes were ruined. All she saw was either green or silver.

"Malfoy! That evil bastard! How dare he touch my clothes!" she mumbled as she went in search for that evil git. She did not care if everybody saw her in her night-gown. She will search until the end of the world.

No one knows what happened, but legend says that Ginny delivered a very powerful bat-bogey hex at Draco. No one knows how Draco got in the Gryffindor Tower either. And those mysteries will never be solved because the participants refused to tell. Everyone could tell that the spell was powerful because when Draco showed up his nostrils were as big as marbles. Like really big marbles.

Outside the Great Hall:

"Malfoy." someone whispered as he was about to enter the Great Hall. Draco looked around but found no one. He kept on walking until he heard it again. Not a second later he was pulled aside by someone.

"Hermione?" Hermione hesitated for a few seconds before remembering what was she supposed to do. "What are you doing here?" Hermione didn't answer. She held up his face and whispered, "Reducio. There. All better. Why didn't you reducio it earlier?"

His face went red and mumbled, "I forgot." Draco's hand went up and felt his nostrils. "Thanks," he muttered. Hermione nodded and walked in the Great Hall.

As they were eating their breakfast, Draco would occasionally look up and spy on Hermione. When she looked up he would quickly go back to his breakfast, praying that she hadn't caught him. Today's his lucky day. Hermione resumed her breakfast while studying for the upcoming potions exam.


Hermione would hang out with the mystery guy, but every time his back was to everyone. And if someone were to walk close to them, the guy would walk away. When someone asks for his name another would interrupt them. It was as if Merlin doesn't want anyone to know his identity. Dean, Seamus, Neville, Ron, Harry, Luna, Lavender, Theo, Blaise, and Pansy all went around asking for information, but to no avail.

"Why can't we discover his identity?!" yelled Ginny in frustration.

"We've tried everything!" said Ron.

"Yeah, from cross-dressing to..." started Harry.

"Transfiguring ourselves!" finished Blaise.

"Cross-dressing?" Pansy raised an eyebrow at this.

"What did you transfigured into?" inquired Theo.

"Ugh! Don't ask. But I can tell you one thing. Pee doesn't flush down a human's mouth." Harry said miserably.

"You transfigured into a toilet?!" said Pansy before laughing her ass off the chair and onto the floor. A.K.A. ROTFL.

"I said don't talk about it." whined Harry.

"Woah! No wonder there was just a random toilet beside the stalls. I thought someone might've just blown off the walls. You know, Crabbe and Goyle took turns using the toilet because there wasn't any left. I was a witness." voiced Theo.

"I don't know about you, but I cross-dressed as an old lady at Hogsmeade." said Blaise. "My chest was as huge as two stuffed turkeys!"

"I actually transfigured myself into Trevor, my frog." said Neville. "I was lucky that no one caught me, cut me up, and threw me into a cauldron. Not a great experience." he shuddered.

And they went on and on of telling their tales of cross-dressing and transfiguring and a bunch of their other experiences for the entire afternoon in the Room of Requirements.


Sometime next week:

"Hey." he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Hey." Hermione called back. She was focusing on her potions notebook.

"Wanna have a date?" he casually said.

"...Sure." Hermione replied in the same tone.

"Wanna meet up at the ice cream parlor tomorrow?"

"Okay. At nine?"

"At nine."

And they went their separate ways.

The next day at the ice cream parlor:

"Hey Hermione! Over here!" Hermione walked over and sat down.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"I'm thinking about going to Madam Puddifoot's after this, then to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and lastly, taking a walk around the lake. Is that okay with you?"

"..."

"Hermione?"

"... Huh? What?"

"Is it okay with you?"

"Um... Yeah. Of course. Let's go."

Going to Madam Puddifoot's is a great choice for couples. It is famous among young lovers. A great place for cakes and teas. All the couples there are all into each other. But not Hermione. She's preoccupied with something else. But what is it?

"...And I was like laughing my ass off the other day." After wiping off his tears he asked, "Want to leave?"

"..." her eyes had a far away look. He shook her shoulders.

"Hermione? Hermione!"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with you today? You keep going off into a world of your own."

"Nothing. Can we leave now? I feel a little tired."

"But our date's not even half over yet."

"Please? I'll make it up to you some other day."

He said nothing but put some galleons on the table and stood up. He gave her his hand and she took it.

"Thanks. That's very considerate of you."

"You're welcome." he paused. "... I could tell that someone else has occupied your heart and that person's not me."

"What are you saying? I'm just thinking about-"

"You don't need to explain. I can tell. Love cannot be forced. You are free to love as am I."

"Thanks. I'm very sorry."

"Don't be. And quit saying thanks. This is our first and last date. We may not be lovers but we can still be friends, right? Please. Let me make a good memory out of this date." Before Hermione could decipher what he meant, he kissed Hermione on the lips and said his goodbye. Hermione also said her goodbye while touching her kissed lips. However, he was already nowhere to be seen.