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A/N: I think I've been focusing more on "fluff" than on keeping every in character and things like that. But I'd like my story fluffier rather than "let's keep it exactly like JK Rowling". Because I mean, I don't need to write like her. I'm sure she'd like to do that herself. So I've decided to do this myself and make it whatever I want - because I am the author. Pretty freaky, eh? All right, well - here's chapter 5. Much thanks to: Sunshine, Jessy, Dinky, Slytherin Girl, Chica Bonita, animegirl-mika, Katrina Arlay, uknowmehermi, Sweetwater, and DracoDevil81690.
Jessy: Thanks so much for pointing out my ever so brilliant mistakes. I owe you one. Bingo Buddies forever!!! Don't forget - Loongie man! Haha, doubt Arman would want to save us now!
Dinky: Awww! Thanks, hun! I love ya! Go Rangers! My name is Vato, from Clements High! I wanna talk for a little while - LOL!
Sunshine (aka Lindsay): I'm so glad we've been in contact! I hope your story becomes successful! I'm so happy about all the wonderful reviews you've left me.
Slytherin Girl: Oh I'm so incredibly flattered that you read my story and reviewed it! You have no idea how in love I am with "I Won't Walk Away"! Haha, just ask any of my friends (well, the ones I force to read fan fiction) and they'll tell you that yours is the first one I recommend!
All right then, here we go! Btw, I tried to make this funny - don't quite know if I've succeeded.
Confessions of a Lover
"Hermione?"
"Mm?"
"You know when you told me that you knew what it was like?" Draco asked her. The two were lying on Draco's bed, her head and arm mounted on his chest with him twirling her silky hair between his fingers.
"Yes."
"What did you mean by it?"
"I've been through a terrible ordeal as well," she whispered.
"Perhaps it would be best if you didn't share it," he suggested.
"An ordeal, Draco, but terrible in its own way."
"I'd think it best to depress ourselves with one matter at a time."
"Do you believe in love?" Hermione suddenly asked.
He was startled. "Yes."
"Do you really?"
"Absolutely." He chuckled softly.
"What!"
"Nothing. I was just thinking about a girlfriend of mine I met at one of our manors in Paris. I was so young and naïve to think it was love."
She sat up and studied his face as he reminisced. "How old were you?"
"Five."
She laughed. "Five?" she asked between chokes of laughter.
"Well I did say I was young," he joked.
"I think I'm beginning to fall in love with him," she thought aloud.
Draco leapt out of bed. "What!"
"Oh dear, I didn't just, but I couldn't have-"
A soft smile gently played on his lips. "You're in love with me, Hermione!"
She sighed at the tenderness in his voice when he said her first name. "I don't believe this," she muttered.
"I do. I don't mind being loved, you know." He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her and let his lips brush hers. "I love you too."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh God!"
"They're not-"
"But they couldn't be-"
"Could they?" Harry and Ron responded simultaneously.
"This is wrong," Harry told Ron. He tapped the old parchment with his wand and muttered "Mischief managed" and let the Marauder's Map flutter to the floor.
"Don't be daft!" Ron exclaimed. He gingerly picked the map up, tapped it with his own wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Ron pored over the map searching for the bedroom. "BLOODY HELL!" he yelped.
"What?" Harry hissed through clenched teeth.
"The-the-the-their dots are one!" Ron stammered in disgust.
"What!" Harry exclaimed snatching the map from his best friend. Sure enough, the room labeled 'Draco Malfoy's Bedroom' had one dot with the names 'Draco Malfoy' and 'Hermione Granger' written beneath.
"That's disgusting," Ron insisted.
"Oh, come off it! They can't be - can they?" Harry wondered, and then shook his head. "No."
"Well there's only one way to find out," Ron said heading out the room. Much to his own disappointment, Harry followed suit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione gently pulled away from the deep kiss she was sharing with Draco. "I had better go," she whispered in his ear.
He nodded and pulled away. "I'll see you tonight, then?" he asked.
"Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled weakly, turned, and led herself to her own bedroom. Hermione stumbled as she made her way to the door in her room that led to the Gryffindor common room. As she hastily opened it, she peeked around inside.
"Harry! Ron?" she called. She gave them a strange look when they whirled around from their place at the entrance hole and had their mouths open wide, agape.
Harry pulled Ron aside and said, "Be with you in a minute, 'Mione!" He turned to Ron and said, "Look. There's no point in confronting her now, especially since we haven't caught her in the act. Might as well pretend it never happened for now and not say anything until we see it for ourselves." Ron nodded solemnly and followed Harry over to Hermione.
"What were you two doing?" she asked eyeing them suspiciously.
"We were just going to look for you," Ron offered with ease.
"Oh, all right then."
"Anyone up for a game of Exploding Snap?" Harry suggested.
"Sure!" The three settled themselves in front of the blazing fire.
"So, what'd you do since Breakfast?" Ron blurted out while shuffling the cards.
Hermione threw him a Look. "Nothing amazing." She shrugged. "Finished the essay for Professor Binns."
"I haven't started that yet," Harry cut in before Ron could open his mouth. "What's it about, again?"
"Oh honestly, Harry! What are you going to do come time of the N.E.W.Ts?" Hermione exclaimed with exasperation.
He shrugged and grinned. "Copy off of you, I expect."
"Harry James Potter! Don't you DARE think of anything like that! You know Professor McGonagall will be supervising each and every move we make."
"She's right, Harry. She'll probably transfigure into a hawk and fly above us and screech making sure we don't copy off of good ol' 'Mione," Ron said earnestly.
"Don't be silly, Ron," Hermione began as an exploding sound erupted from Harry's side. "To each student their own!"
"Whatever."
The trio played five more rounds before Harry called quits.
"It's lunchtime, anyway," Ron agreed. He helped Harry pull Hermione off the floor and they headed out of the Gryffindor common room starting their walk towards the Great Hall.
"Mmm - spaghetti," Harry said taking a big sniff out of the air when entering the Great Hall.
"Exactly what I wanted," Ron added.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You want ANY kind of food, Ronald Weasley. Have Percy and Bill taught you nothing?"
"Bill couldn't care less, I've learned from Percy that being a 'Bighead Boy' must really stink, but honestly, my education lies in the hands of a certain Fred and George Weasley," Ron answered with a grin.
She rolled her eyes again as they seated themselves at their oh-so-familiar table.
"So how are they working out at Zonko's?" Harry asked as he helped himself to pasta.
"Pretty good, I guess," Ron said forking the spaghetti and shoving it in his mouth. "As soon as they make just a wee bit more money, they'll be off with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, I expect."
Harry grinned. "They'll make a fortune off of those canary creams."
Hermione helped herself to a roll. "I'm glad they'll be settled in a few years. Angelina and Fred are doing quite well, aren't they?"
"Oh, yeah. I think Fred's going to propose. But if you ask me, the way he's trying to go about doing it doesn't seem all that successful."
"Why's that?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "He said something about giving her a Ton-Tongue Toffee and having a ring appear at the tip of her tongue."
They laughed. "How positively romantic!" Hermione exclaimed.
"If you like that sort of thing," came a voice from the other side of the table. They all turned to Neville.
"Hullo, Neville," Hermione said kindly. "How was your detention with Professor Snape?"
Neville made a face. "That git has really got to understand when someone just doesn't GET IT!"
Harry shook his head in sympathy. "Have a seat."
"We just got here," Ron added with his mouth full.
"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione exclaimed at Ron's lack of manners. "Well, I had best move on to the library." She turned out of her seat and ran smack into someone. She glanced at the boys sitting down and wondered why their mouths were hanging open. She turned back to the person she ran into only to find Draco Malfoy with a book in his outstretched hand.
"You left this, Granger" Draco muttered. She stared at the copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' in his hand and accepted it.
"Thank you, Malfoy." And with that, she exited the Hall, her robes swishing around her. As soon as she was in the same corridor as the Library, she took out the book Draco had given her and stared at it. It wasn't her copy - hers was locked in a trunk of prized possessions. She opened it up and a note fell out of it.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand not talking to you for thirty minutes, so I decided to write you a little note instead. Will you meet me in the Astronomy Tower after supper? I love you.
Yours always and forever,
Draco Malfoy
She fought back the tears. He could be so incredibly sweet, but she wondered about the way he acted towards her and her friends what was only last year. 'That doesn't matter,' she told herself. 'All that matters is the way he is now.'
She walked into the library and Madame Pince greeted her with her usual grunt. Hermione smiled to herself and wandered over to a table and spread out her work.
A/N: So sorry - I know that was INCREDIBLY short, but you know how it is. To make up for having such a short chapter (besides my sincerest apologies), I've already started on a VERY LONG chapter 6. How's that? And once again, I'm soooooo sorry!
A/N: I think I've been focusing more on "fluff" than on keeping every in character and things like that. But I'd like my story fluffier rather than "let's keep it exactly like JK Rowling". Because I mean, I don't need to write like her. I'm sure she'd like to do that herself. So I've decided to do this myself and make it whatever I want - because I am the author. Pretty freaky, eh? All right, well - here's chapter 5. Much thanks to: Sunshine, Jessy, Dinky, Slytherin Girl, Chica Bonita, animegirl-mika, Katrina Arlay, uknowmehermi, Sweetwater, and DracoDevil81690.
Jessy: Thanks so much for pointing out my ever so brilliant mistakes. I owe you one. Bingo Buddies forever!!! Don't forget - Loongie man! Haha, doubt Arman would want to save us now!
Dinky: Awww! Thanks, hun! I love ya! Go Rangers! My name is Vato, from Clements High! I wanna talk for a little while - LOL!
Sunshine (aka Lindsay): I'm so glad we've been in contact! I hope your story becomes successful! I'm so happy about all the wonderful reviews you've left me.
Slytherin Girl: Oh I'm so incredibly flattered that you read my story and reviewed it! You have no idea how in love I am with "I Won't Walk Away"! Haha, just ask any of my friends (well, the ones I force to read fan fiction) and they'll tell you that yours is the first one I recommend!
All right then, here we go! Btw, I tried to make this funny - don't quite know if I've succeeded.
Confessions of a Lover
"Hermione?"
"Mm?"
"You know when you told me that you knew what it was like?" Draco asked her. The two were lying on Draco's bed, her head and arm mounted on his chest with him twirling her silky hair between his fingers.
"Yes."
"What did you mean by it?"
"I've been through a terrible ordeal as well," she whispered.
"Perhaps it would be best if you didn't share it," he suggested.
"An ordeal, Draco, but terrible in its own way."
"I'd think it best to depress ourselves with one matter at a time."
"Do you believe in love?" Hermione suddenly asked.
He was startled. "Yes."
"Do you really?"
"Absolutely." He chuckled softly.
"What!"
"Nothing. I was just thinking about a girlfriend of mine I met at one of our manors in Paris. I was so young and naïve to think it was love."
She sat up and studied his face as he reminisced. "How old were you?"
"Five."
She laughed. "Five?" she asked between chokes of laughter.
"Well I did say I was young," he joked.
"I think I'm beginning to fall in love with him," she thought aloud.
Draco leapt out of bed. "What!"
"Oh dear, I didn't just, but I couldn't have-"
A soft smile gently played on his lips. "You're in love with me, Hermione!"
She sighed at the tenderness in his voice when he said her first name. "I don't believe this," she muttered.
"I do. I don't mind being loved, you know." He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her and let his lips brush hers. "I love you too."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh God!"
"They're not-"
"But they couldn't be-"
"Could they?" Harry and Ron responded simultaneously.
"This is wrong," Harry told Ron. He tapped the old parchment with his wand and muttered "Mischief managed" and let the Marauder's Map flutter to the floor.
"Don't be daft!" Ron exclaimed. He gingerly picked the map up, tapped it with his own wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Ron pored over the map searching for the bedroom. "BLOODY HELL!" he yelped.
"What?" Harry hissed through clenched teeth.
"The-the-the-their dots are one!" Ron stammered in disgust.
"What!" Harry exclaimed snatching the map from his best friend. Sure enough, the room labeled 'Draco Malfoy's Bedroom' had one dot with the names 'Draco Malfoy' and 'Hermione Granger' written beneath.
"That's disgusting," Ron insisted.
"Oh, come off it! They can't be - can they?" Harry wondered, and then shook his head. "No."
"Well there's only one way to find out," Ron said heading out the room. Much to his own disappointment, Harry followed suit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione gently pulled away from the deep kiss she was sharing with Draco. "I had better go," she whispered in his ear.
He nodded and pulled away. "I'll see you tonight, then?" he asked.
"Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled weakly, turned, and led herself to her own bedroom. Hermione stumbled as she made her way to the door in her room that led to the Gryffindor common room. As she hastily opened it, she peeked around inside.
"Harry! Ron?" she called. She gave them a strange look when they whirled around from their place at the entrance hole and had their mouths open wide, agape.
Harry pulled Ron aside and said, "Be with you in a minute, 'Mione!" He turned to Ron and said, "Look. There's no point in confronting her now, especially since we haven't caught her in the act. Might as well pretend it never happened for now and not say anything until we see it for ourselves." Ron nodded solemnly and followed Harry over to Hermione.
"What were you two doing?" she asked eyeing them suspiciously.
"We were just going to look for you," Ron offered with ease.
"Oh, all right then."
"Anyone up for a game of Exploding Snap?" Harry suggested.
"Sure!" The three settled themselves in front of the blazing fire.
"So, what'd you do since Breakfast?" Ron blurted out while shuffling the cards.
Hermione threw him a Look. "Nothing amazing." She shrugged. "Finished the essay for Professor Binns."
"I haven't started that yet," Harry cut in before Ron could open his mouth. "What's it about, again?"
"Oh honestly, Harry! What are you going to do come time of the N.E.W.Ts?" Hermione exclaimed with exasperation.
He shrugged and grinned. "Copy off of you, I expect."
"Harry James Potter! Don't you DARE think of anything like that! You know Professor McGonagall will be supervising each and every move we make."
"She's right, Harry. She'll probably transfigure into a hawk and fly above us and screech making sure we don't copy off of good ol' 'Mione," Ron said earnestly.
"Don't be silly, Ron," Hermione began as an exploding sound erupted from Harry's side. "To each student their own!"
"Whatever."
The trio played five more rounds before Harry called quits.
"It's lunchtime, anyway," Ron agreed. He helped Harry pull Hermione off the floor and they headed out of the Gryffindor common room starting their walk towards the Great Hall.
"Mmm - spaghetti," Harry said taking a big sniff out of the air when entering the Great Hall.
"Exactly what I wanted," Ron added.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You want ANY kind of food, Ronald Weasley. Have Percy and Bill taught you nothing?"
"Bill couldn't care less, I've learned from Percy that being a 'Bighead Boy' must really stink, but honestly, my education lies in the hands of a certain Fred and George Weasley," Ron answered with a grin.
She rolled her eyes again as they seated themselves at their oh-so-familiar table.
"So how are they working out at Zonko's?" Harry asked as he helped himself to pasta.
"Pretty good, I guess," Ron said forking the spaghetti and shoving it in his mouth. "As soon as they make just a wee bit more money, they'll be off with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, I expect."
Harry grinned. "They'll make a fortune off of those canary creams."
Hermione helped herself to a roll. "I'm glad they'll be settled in a few years. Angelina and Fred are doing quite well, aren't they?"
"Oh, yeah. I think Fred's going to propose. But if you ask me, the way he's trying to go about doing it doesn't seem all that successful."
"Why's that?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "He said something about giving her a Ton-Tongue Toffee and having a ring appear at the tip of her tongue."
They laughed. "How positively romantic!" Hermione exclaimed.
"If you like that sort of thing," came a voice from the other side of the table. They all turned to Neville.
"Hullo, Neville," Hermione said kindly. "How was your detention with Professor Snape?"
Neville made a face. "That git has really got to understand when someone just doesn't GET IT!"
Harry shook his head in sympathy. "Have a seat."
"We just got here," Ron added with his mouth full.
"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione exclaimed at Ron's lack of manners. "Well, I had best move on to the library." She turned out of her seat and ran smack into someone. She glanced at the boys sitting down and wondered why their mouths were hanging open. She turned back to the person she ran into only to find Draco Malfoy with a book in his outstretched hand.
"You left this, Granger" Draco muttered. She stared at the copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' in his hand and accepted it.
"Thank you, Malfoy." And with that, she exited the Hall, her robes swishing around her. As soon as she was in the same corridor as the Library, she took out the book Draco had given her and stared at it. It wasn't her copy - hers was locked in a trunk of prized possessions. She opened it up and a note fell out of it.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand not talking to you for thirty minutes, so I decided to write you a little note instead. Will you meet me in the Astronomy Tower after supper? I love you.
Yours always and forever,
Draco Malfoy
She fought back the tears. He could be so incredibly sweet, but she wondered about the way he acted towards her and her friends what was only last year. 'That doesn't matter,' she told herself. 'All that matters is the way he is now.'
She walked into the library and Madame Pince greeted her with her usual grunt. Hermione smiled to herself and wandered over to a table and spread out her work.
A/N: So sorry - I know that was INCREDIBLY short, but you know how it is. To make up for having such a short chapter (besides my sincerest apologies), I've already started on a VERY LONG chapter 6. How's that? And once again, I'm soooooo sorry!