Author's note: I swear to God, I have no clue how to write my idea in to a story. I've been attempting to write this as one-shot and I hope someone would adopt my work and make it as a story. I really am not that great in English grammar, although I did my best in delivering this wonderful idea at the best of my ability. Hehe.
Anyways, the story obviously revolves around Hermione, who is a Ravenclaw, and in the story, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are best friends – both sorted in Slytherin. However, Draco and Harry aren't that 'meanie' or 'bullies.' They also don't do blood prejudices. They're neutral people as a matter of fact. Both of their families are relatively close because of their Black blood connections. Dracoe Malfoy is very well mannered here and same thing with Harry Potter ̶ but not really that much. Obviously, these two are looked after and considered, 'heartthrobs' – which makes Hermione sick, honestly?
This story is a twist of the Netflix movie, "To All the Boys I've Loved Before" and I am not stealing any rights from them. I just wanted to create this idea because well, the Universe kept on putting and pushing me on this situation to write it. Seriously though, I really just want to add some flavor in Hermione's personality ̶ a typical school girl who writes love letters.
All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling and her works, the Harry Potter series.
OKAY I'M BLABBERING. WITHOUT FURTHER A DO, LETS JUMP RIGHT INTO IT!
"What the..." Hermione whispered as she was organizing her things. She knew she very neatly organized her things back at home, and clearly, the only things – her deepest secret. . . Is gone. "Where are you..." she scrambled in her things looking for the ones she's been hiding for like 4 years now. "Where the fuck are those..!" She whispered hysterically. Her things left discarded now as she totally scrambled all around her room in the heads dormitory.
"Fucking fuck." Hermione said to herself out loud inside her room. 'The letters are gone.' She thought with a great sense of doom.
It's been months since she lost those damnable letters she made for those gits. Two and a half-months to be precise. Hermione haven't had any faintest idea how the hell she lost them. They were totally gone! She just left it there, in her diary! Inserted in the very last page. They were expertly and gracefully tucked in an envelope. No creases at all! And their names! 'Oh my fucking gosh, I am so fucking stupid!' Their names are neatly written outside! Written in fancy calligraphy! As if its an invitation from the Buckingham Palace. Hermione groaned inwardly, as she banged her head for the fifth time on her book she's currently reading in the library.
After the incident where she lost her precious hidden secret, a.k.a. her dignity, a.k.a. her love letters – she has been so distracted getting her way through out this school year. She's also almightily avoiding those two people whom she fancies a lot and, 'Fucking mind – STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM!'
Well, to say the least, Potter and Malfoy were definitely acting strange lately whenever she accidentally pass by them or make eye contact with one of them.
'I am so sure they received.'
'Shut up.'
'You know it. Someone must have found out about those letters and sent it to them.'
'Oh youuu–'
'Yes, us. Now please, don't be too harsh on us both. Stop being so ignorant. They know obviously, you're just letting yourself believe you're imagining things.'
Hermione sighed at her inner self with that thought.
'I am not even fancy-able. Surely none of them likes me. I'm not even that gorgeous or pretty or what– I'M just plain old prudish Granger.'
'See? Sabotaging ourselves again.' Her inner-self sing-songed.
'It's true! I'll be thoroughly lucky if one of them did like me, with just being.. me.'
'I don't know with you, but being the Smartest Witch of Her Age is already attracting. Let's not forget your 4th year, where you got to dress up for the Yule Ball and partnered up with the oh so dazzling Mr. Krum, then everyone was shocked beyond their years when they got to see you in that ball gown your mother and Luna designed for you! OHHH! And that little incident when you were in fifth year where your new DADA professor decided to open up the Dueling Organization again, where you tried out and obviously made it to the top! Beating down even the 7th years, and one student said you were hot in those leather suit and knee high bo–'
'ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! FINE! I AM FANCY-ABLE'
'Don't forget about your secret admirers too.'
Luna had pointed out that Hermione has changed a lot through the years. Her hair turned from disastrous untamable curls to soft and shining ringlets of red mahogany, maintaining the still bushy form. Her face were shaped perfectly in a shape of heart and her honey colored eyes were doe-like that keeps on sparkling whenever she answer a question, thinking furiously, or go on lecture mode. Her front teeth weren't buck toothed anymore, it was easily fixed when Madame Pomfrey resized it after a prank gone wrong in 4th year. Now whenever she smiles, Luna says she looked gorgeous, and she added that boys from 5th year and above admire her from a far. "They're almost drooling Hermione. How do you even make them do that?" Hermione had blushed and sputtered at that making Luna laugh. Then Luna added once she stopped laughing, "My favorite about you Hermione is your personality. That's your best feature." Which made Hermione beam like a sun.
Hermione snapped her book shut and gathered her things muttering about going psycho and rare male species that exists, while huffing indignantly as she went out the library.
It was already getting dark when she made it to the Ravenclaw tower to discuss with Luna and Padma, about the lesson she had in Magical Creature. After that they bid goodnight to one another.
Right now Hermione's on her way to the head's dormitories to end the day with a beautiful and peaceful sleep. It was at that moment where she was imagining herself in her bed, cuddling her soft pillow and a blanket that warms her up, when she bumped into someone.
Obviously, her books clattered on the floor with loud thuds that echoed through the quiet hall.
"Constant vigilance, Granger. I thought you knew better." Hermione blushed furiously when she acknowledged the voice. She dropped down to her knees to hide her reddening cheeks and went to pick up her books. A loud sigh paused her movement from picking up one of her books, and looked up.
Startling green eyes looked back at her in great intensity. With his raven hair that seemed to always come undone as if he just came back from flying ̶ certainly just like her untamable curls. Hermione smiled inwardly at the thought. She always wondered what it felt like combing her hands through them. And his lashes were so long it almost touched his upper eyelid. As she roved her eyes down towards those healthy cherry colored lips– 'You're so head over heels my dear.'
Hermione realized she's been staring at Harry Potter, again. And at his lips!
Harry Potter raised a brow at her blush when he caught on her aimlessly wandering his face, and smirked when she stopped at his lips. Chuckling at her embarrassment, he bent down and picked up the rest of the books she hasn't picked up yet.
Hermione stood up shaking a bit and opened both of her palms up to receive the books she absently disregarded. Not making eye contact with the person she despises the most to meet. Harry looked at her hands, to her face – which still have its pinkish-ness – and then placed the books slowly at her hands, intentionally making their fingers touch. He smirked when Hermione flinched a little at the contact.
"Are you on your way to the Heads dorm?" Harry Potter asked. The sound of his voice were so sweet and so soot– 'You are so losing it now sweetie.' Hermione just nodded and went on her way. Not trusting her voice at the moment. She heard footsteps behind her as she made her way to the dormitories. Once she was in the hallway, she saw the Head Boy near their portrait, leaning casually, apparently waiting for his best friend.
'Oooh! This is the best night ever!' Her traitorous inner-self exclaimed. Hermione blushed furiously and walked at a fast pace towards the portrait guarding the Heads' Dormitories, and whispered the password.
Draco Malfoy, looked amused at the Head Girl's flustered face when he saw her come down from the hallway. Once she made it inside he looked back to the man who was following her behind, from where he was leaning.
"What did you do?" Draco asked, as he stood back up from his leaning position.
Draco Malfoy is what you call the regal prince. He has the face of an aristocrat: angular face, strong jawline, well defined chin, high cheek bones, and symmetrical features. There's also the iconic Malfoy eye color, the swirling silver, like moonlight. It's like you're held prisoner whenever it meets yours, which causes a chill down your spine. His always coiffed hair is almost platinum with hints of blonde. And his skin, it is as fair as snow. He's tall and elegantly poised anywhere he goes. Broad shoulders, masculine built ̶ definitely a Prince.
Harry Potter on the other hand oozes confidence whenever he carries himself. He's also playful and gentleman who makes ladies swoon with fluttering hearts. People even thought he's part Veela just because almost every female student of Hogwarts likes their Harry Potter. Even the female staffs adore him. It's silly to think that he's rumored as Veela when it's obvious he isn't one. He doesn't have the famous striking feature of such magical beings, which is their golden hair. Harry Potter definitely isn't a Veela with those untidy black hairs he got from his father, its enough evidence that he's not one. The boy just knows how to charm his way with every female body in this Wizarding World with his mother's jade green eyes. His slight feminine were one of the reason ladies turns to him. He exude that celebrity persona.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair, thoroughly messing it up again, and grinned at Draco. "As if you don't have any idea?" Draco looked at him confused, then chuckled.
"I see. I kept on forgetting you're a Veela." Draco turned towards the portrait and whispered the password, "Moonlight Shimmer."
"You're just jealous Malfoy." Harry Potter chortled. Draco snorted at that and entered through the portrait hole. Smirking, Harry followed.
She heard the portrait door swung open, and looked up from where she sat in their shared common room. Hermione's eyes widens when she saw who dared intrudes her peace in finishing her homeworks. With an eyebrow raised, Draco Malfoy waltzed inside the common room and looked at Hermione Granger whose eyes were wide and face that is red as rose.
"W-what are you doing here?" She stammered out, obviously trying hard to hide her flushing. 'You're sooooooooooooo doomed Hermione! A lovely great dooooom!'
Hermione blushed even more that it reached to her neck. She looked up one of them and suddenly realized, with great embarrassment that they're currently witnessing her inner battle of dignity and well, 'Stop being so shy Hermione! They are just like other boys!'
'They are not just like other boys.' Inner-traitorous Hermione said smugly.
Hermione recognized the look of concerns and amusements on both of her boys — 'WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. YOUR BOYS?! YOU'RE SO DEFINITELY SPIRALING TOWARDS YOUR GREAT DOOM, MY DEAR'
"Are you okay Granger?" Draco Malfoy looked thoroughly amused and worried at the way Hermione Granger is restraining herself from blushing too much. The said woman though suddenly snapped from her internal battle when he voiced out his question, "Y-yeah. I-I'm fine. Just, thinking." She stammered and shrugged. She immediately went back to her work and tried avoiding them at all cost. 'Lame excuse. Pssshhh. You do know that people can easily read you, right?'
'Can you for once stop talking, or even thinking?! I'm literally trapped here!'
Hermione suddenly stood up and gathered her parchments and notes from the coffee table. Once done she looked back at the Princes of Hogwarts, "I'll just continue my work inside my room. You can occupy the common room." She tried avoiding their eyes and looked far from behind them. "Goodnight." She rapidly went up to the stairs where her room is located.
With a click of her door, Harry Potter proceeded his way through the common room and plopped down to one of the sofa. "Well that was... nice." Draco snorted and went to sit opposite Harry. "I never knew she reacts that way." Draco looked at the fireplace deep in thought.
"Yeah, I never really get to see her in that way. It's weird." Harry sighed, leaning his head back at the sofa. "As if she has some secret or she knows something we don't."
"I agree. She wasn't usually that uncomfortable around us before until now."
"It amuses me though, she's blushing too much recently whenever we're around or just interacting with either of us. I've never seen her so red."
"The letter." Draco blurted out.
"What?" Harry looked up suddenly at Draco.
Draco Malfoy looked back at Harry with a puzzled look. With determination he leaned forward to Harry and narrates his tale.
"I received a letter back at the manor. It has no name from whom it came from."
Harry's eyes widened at that, sitting completely still at his place. "When did you receive it?"
Draco stood up from his place and ran up to his room two at a time. He came back down with letter in hand, and tossed it at Harry. "I received it the night before we board the train for Hogwarts."
He immediately recognized the calligraphy, and gently opened the envelope where the letter was freed.
My dearest Draco,
Seriously though, I don't even know why I'm writing this letter to you. And calling you a darling? You'll probably think that this came from your mother. (snort) Just kidding – ugh, I should stop attempting making jokes, it is so unlike me.
I know I'm some mysterious girl writing to you informally and oh gosh, you're probably laughing at me secretly right now. Yeah, yeah, a coward's move I know. (sigh) I know you like a girl who's very much like you. The epitome of a royalty. An empowered woman, just like your mother. A princess. I am neither of those. Though I can try my best to be like her, to be the woman you want me to be.
There's also the matter of me getting overly jealous when you surround yourself with people whom are on the same background as you. Sorry, I know I shouldn't be feeling that way but the idea of me having no chance to actually at least befriend you? Is scary. Losing hope isn't my favorite, and I try to be optimistic with it each passing day.
You're a smart guy too. Too intelligent and I find it very attractive, sexy in fact. You stand on your ground whenever you fight for your opinion. I love how you express your thoughts. How you smoothly share your entrancing knowledge about anything, even Quidditch! (shaking my head) It amuses me truly. I like everything about you Mister Draco Lucius Malfoy.
I'm a stubborn and plain girl. Who loves to read books. Who in their right mind will like me at all, or given me a single look. Oh, you probably see me that way of me too. (sigh) I just, you know? Hope you'll to like me too. As who I am right now.
I want you to love me for me.
Wait a minute. . . (ugh) look what you're doing to me Draco Malfoy. I am talking nonsense, this is so not me at all! Look, I just wanted to say I really, really like you. Ever since we met at the train in first year and well ̶ It was love at first sight. I've probably fallen in love with you already now that I can't stop thinking about you. Gosh. . . this is so wrong. Confessing through a letter.
I'm so sorry if this confession letter didn't pass your expectations. My mind, soul and heart are a jumbled mess right now while I'm writing this for you.
I hope you'll kindly understand my situation. (It was hard enough not to blush) And I do really hope you've read this letter without any judgements or whatsoever you do nasty whenever you read you secret admirers' letters. (sigh) Sorry, I don't mean to offend. You sometimes intimidate me you know? Don't worry though, I'll find a way to confess to you personally, once I've gathered up all my courage.
Probably after graduation?
Always admiring and loving you from a far,
Honey
Draco watched Harry silently read the mysterious letter written for him. With a carefully masked face Harry returned the letter to its owner. "I got a letter from Honey too."
"You do?" Draco asked with a delicate raise of his eye brows showing a little bit of surprise.
"Yeah, I've been wondering who this Honey is. I tried looking for names that starts with Honey last month."
"So? Do you know her?" Draco asked as he immaculately returned the letter from its previous pristine state.
"Not a clue. I haven't found any Honey. It's weird though, no female in this school is named after Honey."
The 'princes' went silent for a moment with only the crackling fire of the common room is the only sound.
"So," Harry broke the silence, "what do you mean by 'the letter'?"
"Hmmm?" Draco, still staring pensively into nothingness behind Harry.
"About Hermione Granger, when she reacted that way, to us. Then you mentioned this letter from Honey." Harry looked intensely at Draco observing his face, until it dawned to him, "You think it's her do you?"
Draco merely shrugged.
The next morning, Hermione is even more aware that the two boys – whom she left yesterday night in the common room– are now watching her like a hawk. Their gazes were enough to cause her blushing again, and the most annoying part of it all is that her inner self can't stop teasing her about it. It's making her bloody mad!
Every classes they'll whisper at each other whenever she accidentally makes her eyes pass by them, and when one of them caught her, her traitorous body will react instantly. Which frustrates her to no end. She'll groan once in a while, and her seatmate will look at her weirdly for a moment, then shake his head.
"What is up with you, today oh dear Head Girl?" Terry asked mockingly at Hermione, while he waits for her gather her things. Hermione rolled her eyes at Terry and slung her bag on her shoulder. "Just another sleepless night. You know NEWTs' is coming, and I'm doing my everything to study ahead."
"Of course, you wouldn't be the smartest witch of our age if you don't suck up all the knowledge in our library." Terry said seriously but his eyes full of mirth. Hermione thumped her book lightly on his head and smirked at him. Shaking her head, he let Terry guide her through the halls towards the Great Hall.
Terrence Boot is a fine young man, who's passionate with his works. He's a good painter and an aspiring author with already a list pen name to consider. "Better be prepared with a list of these. Once I've created my very own written work, I'll just pick what's best, and BAAM. I'm famous." He said smugly when she asked him why he has a list of pen name. Terrence is a wonderful guy. A gentleman. He's quirky and very fun to go along with. He never judged her through her looks, but he did made her feel competitive when it comes to their academics. Hermione since then considered him her best friend ̶ including Padma of course.
Speaking of the witch...
"HERMIONE!" Padma squealed from their table in the Great Hall. Some students turned their heads to the commotion and looked on. Terrence sniggered quietly as he helped Hermione with her slung bag, so she could seat.
"What is it Padma?" Hermione sighed as she started piling her plate with foods for this lunch time once she sat down. Terry sat beside her and did the same.
"An Owl sent this for you. I haven't opened it though." Padma said with barely contained excitement pulsing through her body. Hermiome raised her eye brow at the letter and at Padma. "So, you just basically told me that you planned to actually open it?" She asked incredulously and with a slight amusement at how Padma blushed, reached the letter across the table and opened it. Hermione gasped, and stared at the familiar scrawl infront of her.
'What the hell?'
Padma and Terry looked at her with trepidation, instantly drawn to her shocked response to the letter. Some of their housemates were also looking on at the commotion while they eat their lunches, waiting for some bits of gossip.
"What does it say Hermione?"
"Who sent it?"
Hermione blushed furiously and burned the piece of parchment.
"There was no mention of who the sender is. But there was a message in it." Hermione told her best friends.
"And?" Padma pressed on.
"The hand writing though. Is very... unique." Hermione said as she placed the table napking on her lap.
Terrence raised an eyebrow at that and asked, "So you have an idea who it is then?"
Hermione stared at her plate and glanced up at the other table beside theirs. She raised her brows when she caught his green eyes, as if daring to say anything. Then she looked back at her plate, and started eating. Terry and Padma shot her with worried looks, and decided to let her be for a moment.
'They so definitely know its me. They fucking know its me.'
'You basically confirmed it to him.'
With a burning determination Hermione stood up from her seat and put her game face mask on. She bid goodbye to her friends and went straight to the Heads' dormitories. Hermione didn't miss the feeling of two pair of eyes that followed her out the Great Hall. Good thing she has vacant after lunch. More time to prepare for the doom.
You're Honey aren't you?
"Its her." Harry murmured beside Draco who's carefully piling his favorites on his plate. With enough elegance, he then placed his table napkin on his lap as Draco replied, "How'd you found out?" He glanced up at his best friend whose plate is baring no food at all.
Harry, still staring at the witch in question, as if he couldn't believe what's happening. He turned to Draco who's already looking at him with small amount of confusion before turning down his voice to whisper at Draco.
"Honey is Hermione Granger."
Draco's eyes grew wide at that, and instantly schooled his features. "Did you write your name on it?" He asked as he went back to preparing to eat. Harry shook his head negative and started preparing his lunch.
"How did she found out it was you who sent it?" Draco asked clearly amused how smart the witch is. 'Too smart. Can't even beat hear for the first spot. And to say that she's not some empowered woman.' Draco shook his head at the absurdity of it. Clearly, the woman is too humble for her own good.
'She probably wrote it when she was in her younger years. With 0 confidence?'
'Probably.'
"I don't have any idea," Harry paused to chew his food, then he swallowed gracefully – proper table manners is a big MUST – "When she finished reading the message, she burned it and then looked at me. She was staring at me with a hard look though as if daring me." He smirked and looked up at the witch again who's eating with determination on her face. "She for once, strikingly looked a god-damn Gryffindor."
Draco shook his head in amusement and also looked at Hermione Granger. "You know, I still find it funny we like the same girl without actually ruining our friendship."
"I don't mind sharing with you." Harry shrugged, and then grinned. "It probably meant that we have almost the same standards when it comes to a woman."
"You know you haven't shared me the letter yet. The one our Honey wrote to you." Draco grinned at Harry with glinting eyes. Shaking his head Harry laughed out loud, garnering some looks from their table.
"I'll fetch it after lunch and give it to you." They settled again in silence with an air of anticipation as they ate their lunch. Draco finished first and looked up again just in time to see their witch finishing up her food and preparing to leave. He nudged Harry and they automatically watched her go out, together.
Harry immediately emptied his pumpkin juice with no grace and wiped his mouth with the table napkin. "I'll meet you in your dorm." Without waiting for his best friend's reply he stood up and left to go down to the dungeons and fetch the letter. Draco went out after him and started trekking up towards the Heads' Dormitories.
Dear Harry,
Why are you so charming? And sweet? I saw you help a first year Slytherin girl reach a specific book yesterday in the library, and I saw how nice you are. I'm not stalking you or whatsoever, okay? I just accidentally saw you there in one of the shelves from my table. Then you approached this little girl who's struggling reaching one of the books from the Herbology section. It was nice of you, you know? I admired you for that.
Your reputation as a Veela seems far fetching. I don't believe you're one though. It's probably because your smiles are. . . well, very charming indeed. You're the very opposite of your best friend. While he's the responsible and composed, you're the playful and softy. That's probably what most of the ladies likes about you. You almost interact with anyone and you dazzle them with smiles through any conversation you make.
I on the other hand, just adore you very much. You have this very enticing persona that makes me like you so much. It's your saving other people streak. You're very selfless you know?
I love that. It's very Gryffindor of you. I still don't know how you made it into Slytherin though when both of your parents were former Gryffs.
Whenever I observe you from afar, I can't help but feel something for you everytime you show that side of yours. That makes you unique you know. I do hope one day you'll be willing to form a friendship with me? I will be very much honored if you give me that chance. I do think you're very nice and fun to be with, and I for one would love to see those dazzling smiles of yours when we talk.
We sometimes share eye contacts and I'll be so lost with those eyes of yours, and well. . . I start to wonder what a life with you is like. (cringe) Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I'm getting ahead of myself.
I should really stop, (sigh) I'm becoming too girlish for this. This isn't me at all mind you, I don't usually do this all the time. I'm very shy and well. . . mostly kept to myself. My friends even doesn't know my deepest darkest secret.
Silly me. . . I should really just end this blabbering of mine. I like you very much Harry Potter. Sorry again for writing this very cringeworthy letter. I just really want to express how I feel about you, and here it is. I do hope you won't laugh at me after reading this.
I'll tell you myself who I am soon, I'll personally confess to you someday. If there is 'someday.' I don't know. I'm getting my hopes up. (sigh)
You're so remarkable Harry Potter, I think I'm in love.
Your constant secret admirer,
Honey
Draco folded the letter back from its pristine state and placed it back inside the envelope. Harry then took the letter from Draco's hand. After a moment of silence, Harry spoke by saying, "Well, this will be easy."
Draco raised his brow at him as he leaned on his bed's headboard, "What makes you say its easy?"
Harry shrugged, "We could tell her that we know its her, or maybe approach her this time," he tapped his chin in a deep thought. "She mentioned in her letters she wanted us to befriend her or vice versa." Harry then paused and looked at Draco Malfoy's calculating look, looking straight ahead somewhere at his right shoe.
"You know, now that I know who this Honey is, I've realized that we really barely talked to Granger since first year." Draco said with an amused tone, with a chuckle he continued, "I'm fairly sure the reason why she gets shy is because she fancies us."
Harry smiled in agreement and said, "I adore her since first year. She's like this some kind of small ball of barely contained excited kitten inside her. She's very giddy at all times." He shook his head at the image of her smiling whenever a teacher gives her points for every answer she deliver to the class.
"I've never met someone who actually drinks up every knowledge available in the library. I always get amused when I see her borrow tons of books from the library just for a single assignment." Draco chortled, "She says its for reference and light reading." He said incredulously at the memory. Harry laughed out loud at the accuracy of it all.
"She's a force to be reckoned." Draco agreed at that and sighed, "I don't know what to do Potter, I suddenly feel empty handed. I don't know what to do in this situation." He stood up and started pacing, thinking for any possible plans on how to approach this woman that has been in his mind constantly after he'd received the letter.
Harry, who's having the same dilemma starts drumming his wand on his right thigh.
'Knock, knock, knock'
Three hesitant knocks was heard from the door of Draco Malfoy's room. They looked at each other with raised brows. Harry with questioning glance, and Draco with a knowing look.
"Granger?" Harry mouthed in askance. Draco shrugged and moved towards his door and turned it open.
"Can I talk to you?" Hermione Granger. The very witch that has been in their minds recently, asked. When she saw Harry, she blushed intensely, and shook her head. Looked back up to Malfoy's dark penetrating look, "I'll just wait for you two downstairs in the common room." She turned around and went down the stairs without waiting for any response.
Once she was out of earshot, Harry was already behind Draco and said with amused tone, "I forgot that our witch is also bossy. I find it very attractive." Draco snorted at that and started going down the stairs with Harry trailing behind him.
"I can't deny that she is." Draco whispered when they entered the common room.
No one can describe what Hermione Granger is feeling right now as she await for the two boys she so despises right now that caused her inability to form any coherent thoughts as of late. Its not that she really hate them both per se, she just hate herself for turning mushy inside and, 'these damn butterflies in my stomach can't fucking shut up!'
Hermione thought that once she wrote down her feelings inside those parchments, her feelings for them will be gone sooner. Oh how she was so wrong. It only caused her to highlight the things she loves about them individually. From their features to their own unique and admirable personalities. It only intensified her feelings for them which caused her daily mental breakdowns behind her bed's curtain. She wasn't supposed to be this attracted to an opposite sex! To make everything worst, two of them! Hermione was supposed to only love her books. Whenever she saw glimpses of them in classes or break times, her heart beats far too fast as she observes them and as if Fate's watching her discomfort with the two boys, she'll be, either Harry or Draco, get partnered up in class activities.
Worst of it all, they seem to look at her funnily because of her actions as she tries to hide her feelings to either of them. She did a great job from the past years in hiding them but the butterflies in her stomach were hard to ignore. She hates her traitorous face whenever she got a chance to interact with one of them. Hermione tried ignoring it as much as possible though, and focused instead on what they were doing or talking about.
She was ultimately glad that they took it upon themselves not to say anything about what they've saw in her actions and just shrugged it off. 'They probably get the same reaction from others anyway. A normal occurrence' Hermione glumly pouted at that thought as she fiddles with her long curls.
That's when Draco Malfoy saw her and announced themselves with a clearing of throat at the entrance of the common room. Hermione snapped her head up at the sound and blushed, 'Seriously Hermione, when are you going to stop blushing?!'
"Hello." Hermione said suddenly with wide eyes, and suddenly stood up. "Please, sit down." She motioned her hands towards the sofa across her.
Draco and Harry didn't miss the slight shake of her voice, and inwardly smirked. Neither said a thing and just moved towards the open seats and made themselves at home.
Hermione suddenly self-conscious sat down on her chair and wiped her sweaty palms on her above the knee length skirt. She then looked at the men infront of her watching her every move with penetrating and knowing looks. With no choice, Hermione sighed and slumped on her seat. Suddenly tired of her immaturity in dealing with this situation.
"I know you received them." She started and looked at them both with the same hard look she's receiving. "And I don't have any clue how it was sent to you." Hermione reached out again for her curls and started twirling her index finger with it. 'Something to anchor me.'
"Tell us when did you write them. It still looked knew though." Draco Malfoy, who's seating regally on his chair with legs crossed and hands on both side of his arm-rest. "A spell to preserve their quality perhaps?"
Hermione blushed at the insinuation, she nodded at his direction, "Yes, I charmed the parchment and envelope to remain immaculate and pristine." She suddenly felt uncomfortable at her next words, "I hold them very dearly. I consider them my treasures." She shrugged at that and squirmed at her seat, "To answer your first question though, I started writing those letters back in our third year." That was the time where Hermione looked anywhere but them.
There was an uncomfortable silence that descended in the common room. Only their breathing and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock was heard. Even the sound of young students outside and birds chirping were also heard through the common room's balcony.
Harry couldn't believe that after all these years, they were actually attracted to each other. He smirked full blown at that thought, and broke the silence with his soft chuckle. Hermione looked at him bewildered at his reaction.
"I should have known." Hermione stared at him in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Harry grinned at her roguishly that made Hermione blush again, "I like you too, Hermione Granger."
'WHAT?!'
Hermione sat frozen in her place as she stared at him disbelieving, her mouth open. "W-what?"
Harry smiled at her response. Actually smiled at her! The rare smile she often saw on his face.
'What the hell is happening?!'
'Girl, I am soooooooo HAPPY RIGHT NOW!'
"Y-you do? I. . ." Hermione suddenly gulped, and stared at him again studying him for any lies, or pranks. She blushed again when he saw his smile actually amplified his whole face, and his eyes, those damning jade green eyes, shone brightly with truthfulness.
"Yes. I do like you, Granger." He inclined his head slightly.
"Hermione." She blurted out suddenly.
"Sorry, what?" Harry asked in amused confusion.
"Call me, Hermione." This time, Hermione was beaming, a gorgeous smile taking over her lovely face.
'What the actual. . .' Harry thought startled with his heart beating erratically in his chest. 'She's gorgeous.' Harry suddenly promised himself to keep her happy always just to see her radiant smile on her face.
Not only was Harry taken aback by the look on Hermione's face. Draco Malfoy too was deeply affected. He's been watching their exchange with mild amusement. Hermione Granger looked like a fucking sunshine with that smile on her face. She's sparkling with happiness and love as she looked at Harry. Draco suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy at Harry's bravery to get straight to the point. 'Clearly,' he mused, 'Harry's done for.'
Draco decided it was time to break their moment and cleared his throat. He propped up his arm and leaned down his chin to his opened palm. Hermione and Harry looked up at the sound, and then at each other. They smiled shyly at each other, then turned at Draco again.
Draco though was having fun at their adorable exchange, he raised an eyebrow at Potter who grinned back at him and shrugged. His eyes expressing contentment and promise of happiness. Draco smiled at that, and turned to Granger.
He suddenly felt his lips dry up, when he started staring at her. Hermione kept her self from being intimidated with this man, and well, it's bad enough to show that it makes her turned on, a bit. 'Just a little bit.' Hermione thoroughly embarrassed now at that thought. She squirmed in her seat and waited for Draco Malfoy to talk. When he hasn't started yet, she looked at up at him and studied his face.
He's just staring at her dumbly. As if he doesn't know what to say. Hermione was startled to realize that this was her first time to see Draco Malfoy uncollected. His face were showing different kinds of emotions all at one. His eyes clearly shows how he's struggling to decide what to say. Hermione softened at that, and tried to ease up his trouble.
"You can call me Hermione too."
Draco Malfoy snapped back to reality when he heard her voice. How many minutes was he internally struggling? He doesn't know. Draco studied Hermione's face this time, and was awed at her comforting gaze staring back at him. Hermione's soft smile plastered on her face, that decided it. He wants that, from the witch he fancies. Yes, her. Her mere presence was a soothing balm for his soul. The one that inspired him to push forward in his academics and her amazing mind, heart and soul that made her more attractive.
"I reciprocate." He said gracefully, intentionally stitching great honesty with those words.
And that's when Hermione Granger literally stopped breathing.
She looked at both Harry and Draco, and then again. And again. And again. Back and forth. Studying them carefully for any hints of nasty business or foul play about this once in a lifetime moment. When she saw their serious faces. Too serious in fact as if they were talking business.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No." Was their response.
And then everything went black.
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You know, I think I'll prolly add another chapter for this short story.
I'm sorry if you find it cliché or if my English grammar bothers you so much. I really did my best in creating this. I know there were so many repetitions of words, and I probably have multiple grammatical mistakes. But please do help me improve this story, I really love my idea and my only struggle is how I'll be able to share this story to you without making you cringe at my use of limited vocabulary.