Gifted Touch
Needless to say, the next couple days were busy, but most of all, uncomfortable, at least for Hermione. She couldn't help but feel the growing feeling in the pit of her stomach. A quote that she had heard popped into her head every time she saw him. The quote was this: "I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if it's just for a second, that I've just crossed your mind." That one line would not stop running through her head. Whenever she had a moment, she would write it on whatever was closest. It was frustrating. She wished that he would just come up to her and do something. Anything.
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This was it, he was going to do this. Draco Malfoy was going to ask Hermione Granger out to dinner, not for business or because he happened to have a reservation that had been canceled, but for a date. Here it goes, he thought. Straightening his tie, yes he wore a tie, he walked out of his office to Hermione's desk. She was quickly scribbling something down on a piece of paper, but she wasn't on the phone, odd. "Message for me?" he asked innocently. Hermione jerked her head up while simultaneously stuffing the paper into her pocket. "Umm, no. It's just a thought I had," she mumbled. "Ah. Well, here's a thought I had. I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tomorrow night?" Hermione had a perfect deer in the headlights imitation. "Business meeting?" she asked. "No. For a date." He smiled again at her expression. "Umm. I don't know if I should. You see, I er. have a lot of work that I should catch up on." "Come on. All work and no play makes Hermione a dull girl." Hermione blushed. "Well, I suppose I could fit you into my schedule." Draco did his quirky little half smile again. "Thank you Hermione. I will pick you up at eight o'clock. Could I please have your address so that I know where to pick you up from?" "Sure." Hermione scribbled down hers and Harry's address and handed it to him. "Well. I will see you tomorrow at eight. Goodnight Hermione." With that, he walked out the door. Little did he know that at that moment Hermione was thinking, Can dreams really come true?
Needless to say, the next couple days were busy, but most of all, uncomfortable, at least for Hermione. She couldn't help but feel the growing feeling in the pit of her stomach. A quote that she had heard popped into her head every time she saw him. The quote was this: "I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if it's just for a second, that I've just crossed your mind." That one line would not stop running through her head. Whenever she had a moment, she would write it on whatever was closest. It was frustrating. She wished that he would just come up to her and do something. Anything.
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This was it, he was going to do this. Draco Malfoy was going to ask Hermione Granger out to dinner, not for business or because he happened to have a reservation that had been canceled, but for a date. Here it goes, he thought. Straightening his tie, yes he wore a tie, he walked out of his office to Hermione's desk. She was quickly scribbling something down on a piece of paper, but she wasn't on the phone, odd. "Message for me?" he asked innocently. Hermione jerked her head up while simultaneously stuffing the paper into her pocket. "Umm, no. It's just a thought I had," she mumbled. "Ah. Well, here's a thought I had. I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tomorrow night?" Hermione had a perfect deer in the headlights imitation. "Business meeting?" she asked. "No. For a date." He smiled again at her expression. "Umm. I don't know if I should. You see, I er. have a lot of work that I should catch up on." "Come on. All work and no play makes Hermione a dull girl." Hermione blushed. "Well, I suppose I could fit you into my schedule." Draco did his quirky little half smile again. "Thank you Hermione. I will pick you up at eight o'clock. Could I please have your address so that I know where to pick you up from?" "Sure." Hermione scribbled down hers and Harry's address and handed it to him. "Well. I will see you tomorrow at eight. Goodnight Hermione." With that, he walked out the door. Little did he know that at that moment Hermione was thinking, Can dreams really come true?