Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. A/N: Thanks you guys for the wonderful reviews ^_^
Ron turned towards Hermione in complete disbelief, "You and Draco are a couple?"
Harry hit Ron in the arm, "Of course they're not you git."
Hermione was still oblivious to the mouths chattering around her. She could only imagine what the rest of this night would bring. Hermione just wished to get her hands on a vile of hemlock. She'd read in a herbology book that it offered a quick and painless death. After tonight, chances are, she'd be dead anyway, might as well make it quick.
"Well," Dumbledore made an effort to stop the whispering going on in the hall, "If I may have a word with our contest winners." He walked through the house tables, down to the entrance of the dining room, waiting for Hermione and Draco to join him.
Hermione sat her head in her hands and slowly got up to face the music.
Everyone at the Slytherin table was still staring at Draco, well, except for Pansy who'd broken out in tears. Draco began to push himself away from the table when Crabbe touched his forearm, "Draco, did you vote for yourself and that mudblood." Disgust apparent in his voice.
Draco glanced down at the table then back up at Crabbe, "No you twit. Why would I do a thing like that?" As he said this he felt a twinge in his stomach but it wasn't shown in his features. He pushed out of the table and paced towards the headmaster and his 'date'.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore nodded, "You and Miss Granger may retreat to your private dining room for the night." He opened the door nearest him, "It's the second door next to the kitchen."
Draco and Hermione walked out the door, "What kind of a trick is this Granger?" Draco asked.
"Are you implying that I'm the one who set this up?" She was shocked, not a new feeling for her tonight.
"Well who else would? Why would I want to have a 'romantic diner' with a mudblood like you?" When she looked away, Draco smiled a little to himself. This had been exactly what he'd wanted.
"I don't know who did this, but I don't feel like participating in this sick joke." Hermione was about to head off in the other direction when Draco sighed loudly, "What? What is it?" Hermione sounded worn out.
"Well, neither of us have had a full meal yet and it seems ridiculous to waste food. C'mon it won't be a date or anything, we just both need to eat." Draco said this in a softer tone than Hermione had ever heard from him. She shrugged and began to walk towards the door where Draco stood.
Draco opened the door and stepped inside, Hermione following behind him. The room was lavishly decorated. The walls and chairs were covered in a red velvet material, the table in white lace. A violin was playing, suspended by nothing, but still hanging in the air. Also floating were about a dozen tall white candles. On the table lie two plates, both containing a small salad.
Hermione sat in her chair and pulled a red napkin out of its gold heart holder and placed it in her lap. Draco mimicked this action. They both picked up their silverware and began shuffling salad around their plates with forks.
"You'd rather be in here with the Weasel than me wouldn't you?" Draco said with a nuance of sadness in his voice.
"I'd rather not be here" Hermione replied, not really noticing the connotation of Draco's question.
"Not a fan of Valentines, Granger?" Draco picked up a piece of lettuce with his fork and popped it in his mouth.
"No, but I wouldn't figure you to be a supporter either." Hermione told him thoughtfully. She honestly didn't see him as much of a lovey person.
"Why is that?" Draco didn't know what to do. He'd gotten himself here, but he had no idea how to reveal his motives to Hermione.
"Just, I don't know, you like to deceive and hurt. This just really doesn't seem like your type of holiday."
"I only do that because I'm secretly afraid of rejection." Draco stated.
Hermione looked up at him, she'd never really heard anything this personal about him, "Really?"
"No, I'm only kidding." He said, deceiving her once more.
She huffed and looked back down at her plate. Of course Malfoy had to go and ruin an almost sensitive moment.
"What about you Granger? Why don't you like 'romantic' things?" Draco scooted up to the edge of his seat. He truly wanted to know the answer to this.
Hermione didn't really feel the need to open up to Draco specifically, but he'd really been the first person to ask her about this, "Because I've never really had anyone to be happy about in a loving sort of way."
"Is that the more complex way of saying you've never had a boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Draco wasn't shocked. He found it a little odd though. Hermione may not have been the most attractive girl ever, but she had something most girls didn't, spirit.
"I'm sure you can't relate, you know, never being in a relationship. I mean having the tons of girlfriends you've had." Hermione had heard a great many things about Draco and his relationships; she knew he'd been out with more than one.
"Actually, I've only ever had one, when I was really young too." He looked up at Hermione, who was still looking down at the table.
"Really? I'd heard about you and tons of girls."
"No, I've had my eye on one for a while though."
Hermione guessed it was Pansy or someone like that. She also found this whole conversation a tad odd. I mean, going from insults that could make you bleed to this? "Well I'm sure that the girl you like would go out with you if you asked her."
Draco's eyes lit up, she'd finally understood, "Do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it." Hermione replied, still assuming it was a Slytherin girl.
"Well then," He started as Hermione picked up her glass of water to take a sip, "would you go out with me sometime?"
Glass shattered everywhere as Hermione dropped her glass.
~*~ Oh geez, I'm so mean, cliffhanger! Let me know what you think! ~*~
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. A/N: Thanks you guys for the wonderful reviews ^_^
Ron turned towards Hermione in complete disbelief, "You and Draco are a couple?"
Harry hit Ron in the arm, "Of course they're not you git."
Hermione was still oblivious to the mouths chattering around her. She could only imagine what the rest of this night would bring. Hermione just wished to get her hands on a vile of hemlock. She'd read in a herbology book that it offered a quick and painless death. After tonight, chances are, she'd be dead anyway, might as well make it quick.
"Well," Dumbledore made an effort to stop the whispering going on in the hall, "If I may have a word with our contest winners." He walked through the house tables, down to the entrance of the dining room, waiting for Hermione and Draco to join him.
Hermione sat her head in her hands and slowly got up to face the music.
Everyone at the Slytherin table was still staring at Draco, well, except for Pansy who'd broken out in tears. Draco began to push himself away from the table when Crabbe touched his forearm, "Draco, did you vote for yourself and that mudblood." Disgust apparent in his voice.
Draco glanced down at the table then back up at Crabbe, "No you twit. Why would I do a thing like that?" As he said this he felt a twinge in his stomach but it wasn't shown in his features. He pushed out of the table and paced towards the headmaster and his 'date'.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore nodded, "You and Miss Granger may retreat to your private dining room for the night." He opened the door nearest him, "It's the second door next to the kitchen."
Draco and Hermione walked out the door, "What kind of a trick is this Granger?" Draco asked.
"Are you implying that I'm the one who set this up?" She was shocked, not a new feeling for her tonight.
"Well who else would? Why would I want to have a 'romantic diner' with a mudblood like you?" When she looked away, Draco smiled a little to himself. This had been exactly what he'd wanted.
"I don't know who did this, but I don't feel like participating in this sick joke." Hermione was about to head off in the other direction when Draco sighed loudly, "What? What is it?" Hermione sounded worn out.
"Well, neither of us have had a full meal yet and it seems ridiculous to waste food. C'mon it won't be a date or anything, we just both need to eat." Draco said this in a softer tone than Hermione had ever heard from him. She shrugged and began to walk towards the door where Draco stood.
Draco opened the door and stepped inside, Hermione following behind him. The room was lavishly decorated. The walls and chairs were covered in a red velvet material, the table in white lace. A violin was playing, suspended by nothing, but still hanging in the air. Also floating were about a dozen tall white candles. On the table lie two plates, both containing a small salad.
Hermione sat in her chair and pulled a red napkin out of its gold heart holder and placed it in her lap. Draco mimicked this action. They both picked up their silverware and began shuffling salad around their plates with forks.
"You'd rather be in here with the Weasel than me wouldn't you?" Draco said with a nuance of sadness in his voice.
"I'd rather not be here" Hermione replied, not really noticing the connotation of Draco's question.
"Not a fan of Valentines, Granger?" Draco picked up a piece of lettuce with his fork and popped it in his mouth.
"No, but I wouldn't figure you to be a supporter either." Hermione told him thoughtfully. She honestly didn't see him as much of a lovey person.
"Why is that?" Draco didn't know what to do. He'd gotten himself here, but he had no idea how to reveal his motives to Hermione.
"Just, I don't know, you like to deceive and hurt. This just really doesn't seem like your type of holiday."
"I only do that because I'm secretly afraid of rejection." Draco stated.
Hermione looked up at him, she'd never really heard anything this personal about him, "Really?"
"No, I'm only kidding." He said, deceiving her once more.
She huffed and looked back down at her plate. Of course Malfoy had to go and ruin an almost sensitive moment.
"What about you Granger? Why don't you like 'romantic' things?" Draco scooted up to the edge of his seat. He truly wanted to know the answer to this.
Hermione didn't really feel the need to open up to Draco specifically, but he'd really been the first person to ask her about this, "Because I've never really had anyone to be happy about in a loving sort of way."
"Is that the more complex way of saying you've never had a boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Draco wasn't shocked. He found it a little odd though. Hermione may not have been the most attractive girl ever, but she had something most girls didn't, spirit.
"I'm sure you can't relate, you know, never being in a relationship. I mean having the tons of girlfriends you've had." Hermione had heard a great many things about Draco and his relationships; she knew he'd been out with more than one.
"Actually, I've only ever had one, when I was really young too." He looked up at Hermione, who was still looking down at the table.
"Really? I'd heard about you and tons of girls."
"No, I've had my eye on one for a while though."
Hermione guessed it was Pansy or someone like that. She also found this whole conversation a tad odd. I mean, going from insults that could make you bleed to this? "Well I'm sure that the girl you like would go out with you if you asked her."
Draco's eyes lit up, she'd finally understood, "Do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it." Hermione replied, still assuming it was a Slytherin girl.
"Well then," He started as Hermione picked up her glass of water to take a sip, "would you go out with me sometime?"
Glass shattered everywhere as Hermione dropped her glass.
~*~ Oh geez, I'm so mean, cliffhanger! Let me know what you think! ~*~
