Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Harry Potter and all its persons still belong to people like J.K. Rowling instead of me.
Hermione's face became completely pallid, almost ghostly, "Wha, what was that?" She stuttered out, hoping that what she had heard was a mistake, a trick that her own ears had played on her.
Draco's look of shock and embarrassment faded back to a cold stony façade as he replied, "Nothing, I didn't say anything."
Hermione let out the breath she'd been holding deep in the pit of her stomach, "I thought you asked me if I'd like to go out with you." She chuckled a little. Draco's face remained impassive, "Oh God. You did ask me that didn't you?"
Draco fiddled with his napkin; he let out an obnoxious laugh, "Only in your dreams Granger."
Hermione now knew that he had indeed asked her out. This was the Draco she'd known before dinner, he'd returned at the sight of rejection. She knew if she sat here any longer the onslaught of verbal war would return. Hermione scooted her chair out and headed towards the door.
Draco made a motion to stop her, but figured it was better if she did leave. After the door clicked shut he could just sit there and wonder what had happened. He'd thought he'd executed his plan so carefully. Now all he could do to recover from the wreckage was be even more of a total jerk to Hermione than before. Otherwise, someone might suspect something odd.
* * *
Hermione walked down the hallway at an even pace. She couldn't believe, well anything really. This whole day had been one mess after another. All Hermione wanted to do now was go to bed. But unfortunately as she entered the Gryffindor common room she found out that wasn't an option.
"Did you pummel that stupid git?" Were the first words she heard out of Ron's mouth as she walked through the portal.
"No," Hermione was about to explain what happened, but was interrupted by a very upset Harry.
"Did you two actually have a good time? What'd you two do the whole time you were in there?" Harry could've gone on with his questions for hours. Hermione realized there was only one way that she would get in a word with these two. She pulled her wand out of her robes and shouted "Silencocium!" with that Ron and Harry's mouth's both shut.
"Now. Let me explain what happened. We ate dinner and talked. The end. Fin." She began to walk up the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory, as an afterthought she flicked her wand in the air, allowing Harry and Ron's mouths to become mobile once again.
To Hermione's great delight her roommates were already soundly sleeping. She slipped over to her trunk and did a quick change into her pajamas. As she was about to tuck herself into her sheet she heard someone whisper her name.
"Hermione? Can I come over there and talk to you?" It was Ginny.
Hermione sighed, but figured that it was better to talk to Ginny than any of the other Gryffindors about tonight, "Sure."
"So, how was your date with Draco?" Hermione thought that Ginny sounded a bit nervous.
"It was fine." She didn't really feel like exposing Draco's secret to everyone.
"So, I take it you'll be going out with him again some other time?" Ginny tried to hold back a grin.
"Where on earth would you get that from?"
Ginny's eyes became as wide as saucers, "No where. I just thought that maybe you'd enjoyed yourself and figured that you'd try it again sometime. Well, I'm a little tired now," Ginny feigned a yawn, "I think I'll be getting back to my own bed."
Hermione grabbed the young girls wrist, "Not so fast. What do you know?"
"Oh Hermione I know everything." Ginny wailed, though she was trying to keep her voice down.
"As in, everything that went on tonight?" Ginny silently nodded, "How?"
"Well Draco and I've been talking somewhat lately, I mean he decided that we were pretty close and he needed to talk to someone about you and he figured that I'd be the best for it." Ginny blushed a tad at the confession.
"So you knew that Draco liked me?" Hermione was a little upset that Ginny had never bothered to tell her this.
"Yes, and I knew that he gave you the book. I'd told him a while back that it was your favorite."
Hermione let out a tiny gasp, "Draco gave me the book?"
Ginny laughed, "You didn't guess? Not even after tonight?"
Hermione felt like a complete git, "Well not really."
"Draco is really not that bad of a guy as he seems. I think maybe you might want to give him a chance." Ginny got up and retreated to her own bed.
Hermione finally got underneath the covers, but now she wasn't tired. All she could do was stare at the ceiling and think.
* * *
"Did you punch her?" Goyle asked Draco as he was about to get in bed.
"Why would I punch her?" Draco was honestly confused by Goyle's barbarian tendencies sometimes.
"Well you must've done something to show that mudblood that she didn't belong there with you. That it was some sort of bizarre scam." Goyle hopped into his bed.
"I think she got the hint." Draco said, a tad worried that maybe Hermione would go and tell everyone in the Gryffindor house about what really went on. Then he'd be drowning in a pool of questions and taunts from not only his fellow Slytherins but all the other houses as well.
Draco lay in bed, mentally beating himself over the asinine way he'd handled things. Over the misconceived plan he'd concocted. About how he still wasn't over her. 'God', Draco thought, 'Potions tomorrow going to be hell.'
* * *
Draco had been right the previous night in his assumptions about potions. Snape wasn't in the most loving mood, not that he was usually but today it was especially worse.
"Now, mix your infusion of wormwood with a spec of sumbles dust." Snape grunted out and rubbed his face.
Draco didn't know how much more of this class he could take. All the Gryffindors, Harry and Ron in particular, were giving him stares that would make a Death Eater shudder. Hermione on the other hand didn't really look at him at all. He knew this for certain because he couldn't help but staring at her all during his mixing.
"Turn up the burners underneath your cauldrons to the fourth notch, and stir the mixture as it boils." Snape was walking around, looking in pots, making sure nothing extra was added to the volatile mood lifter potion they were creating.
Pansy walked up next to Draco, "I think I should give that mudblood what she deserves."
Draco watched as she glided away with a flask full of purple goo he recognized as eternal sleep elixir. It was legal, but just barely. He didn't know what to do. He ran over to Pansy before she could fully sneak up on Hermione and dump the flask on her.
"Pansy, put that down, there are," he struggled for words, "better ways to take care of her than this." Pansy smiled and nodded thinking of the evil things Draco might do to that Granger.
The rest of class was just a blur. Finally they were let out. Hermione straggled behind and was the last one out the door. She was heading towards about to go to Herbology.
"Hermione," someone shouted from behind her.
She turned to see Draco staring down at his feet, "What?" she was abrupt, only because she didn't know if this was a friendly encounter or one that she should be wary of.
"You know the other night? When I told you that I didn't ask you if you'd go out with me? Well I really did. And I know you probably don't want to, but I'm just letting you know that I still do. And I don't care if you've told your whole house about it and told them how disgusted it made you fe."
Draco was cut off in mid ramble by Hermione's lips. She pulled her head back, madly blushing, "I never said no." she replied.
~*~ So ladies and gents, what do you think? Feel free to tell me where the story should go from here or what because I'm lost now. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed the brief Hermione/Draco goodness ^_^ ~*~
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Harry Potter and all its persons still belong to people like J.K. Rowling instead of me.
Hermione's face became completely pallid, almost ghostly, "Wha, what was that?" She stuttered out, hoping that what she had heard was a mistake, a trick that her own ears had played on her.
Draco's look of shock and embarrassment faded back to a cold stony façade as he replied, "Nothing, I didn't say anything."
Hermione let out the breath she'd been holding deep in the pit of her stomach, "I thought you asked me if I'd like to go out with you." She chuckled a little. Draco's face remained impassive, "Oh God. You did ask me that didn't you?"
Draco fiddled with his napkin; he let out an obnoxious laugh, "Only in your dreams Granger."
Hermione now knew that he had indeed asked her out. This was the Draco she'd known before dinner, he'd returned at the sight of rejection. She knew if she sat here any longer the onslaught of verbal war would return. Hermione scooted her chair out and headed towards the door.
Draco made a motion to stop her, but figured it was better if she did leave. After the door clicked shut he could just sit there and wonder what had happened. He'd thought he'd executed his plan so carefully. Now all he could do to recover from the wreckage was be even more of a total jerk to Hermione than before. Otherwise, someone might suspect something odd.
* * *
Hermione walked down the hallway at an even pace. She couldn't believe, well anything really. This whole day had been one mess after another. All Hermione wanted to do now was go to bed. But unfortunately as she entered the Gryffindor common room she found out that wasn't an option.
"Did you pummel that stupid git?" Were the first words she heard out of Ron's mouth as she walked through the portal.
"No," Hermione was about to explain what happened, but was interrupted by a very upset Harry.
"Did you two actually have a good time? What'd you two do the whole time you were in there?" Harry could've gone on with his questions for hours. Hermione realized there was only one way that she would get in a word with these two. She pulled her wand out of her robes and shouted "Silencocium!" with that Ron and Harry's mouth's both shut.
"Now. Let me explain what happened. We ate dinner and talked. The end. Fin." She began to walk up the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory, as an afterthought she flicked her wand in the air, allowing Harry and Ron's mouths to become mobile once again.
To Hermione's great delight her roommates were already soundly sleeping. She slipped over to her trunk and did a quick change into her pajamas. As she was about to tuck herself into her sheet she heard someone whisper her name.
"Hermione? Can I come over there and talk to you?" It was Ginny.
Hermione sighed, but figured that it was better to talk to Ginny than any of the other Gryffindors about tonight, "Sure."
"So, how was your date with Draco?" Hermione thought that Ginny sounded a bit nervous.
"It was fine." She didn't really feel like exposing Draco's secret to everyone.
"So, I take it you'll be going out with him again some other time?" Ginny tried to hold back a grin.
"Where on earth would you get that from?"
Ginny's eyes became as wide as saucers, "No where. I just thought that maybe you'd enjoyed yourself and figured that you'd try it again sometime. Well, I'm a little tired now," Ginny feigned a yawn, "I think I'll be getting back to my own bed."
Hermione grabbed the young girls wrist, "Not so fast. What do you know?"
"Oh Hermione I know everything." Ginny wailed, though she was trying to keep her voice down.
"As in, everything that went on tonight?" Ginny silently nodded, "How?"
"Well Draco and I've been talking somewhat lately, I mean he decided that we were pretty close and he needed to talk to someone about you and he figured that I'd be the best for it." Ginny blushed a tad at the confession.
"So you knew that Draco liked me?" Hermione was a little upset that Ginny had never bothered to tell her this.
"Yes, and I knew that he gave you the book. I'd told him a while back that it was your favorite."
Hermione let out a tiny gasp, "Draco gave me the book?"
Ginny laughed, "You didn't guess? Not even after tonight?"
Hermione felt like a complete git, "Well not really."
"Draco is really not that bad of a guy as he seems. I think maybe you might want to give him a chance." Ginny got up and retreated to her own bed.
Hermione finally got underneath the covers, but now she wasn't tired. All she could do was stare at the ceiling and think.
* * *
"Did you punch her?" Goyle asked Draco as he was about to get in bed.
"Why would I punch her?" Draco was honestly confused by Goyle's barbarian tendencies sometimes.
"Well you must've done something to show that mudblood that she didn't belong there with you. That it was some sort of bizarre scam." Goyle hopped into his bed.
"I think she got the hint." Draco said, a tad worried that maybe Hermione would go and tell everyone in the Gryffindor house about what really went on. Then he'd be drowning in a pool of questions and taunts from not only his fellow Slytherins but all the other houses as well.
Draco lay in bed, mentally beating himself over the asinine way he'd handled things. Over the misconceived plan he'd concocted. About how he still wasn't over her. 'God', Draco thought, 'Potions tomorrow going to be hell.'
* * *
Draco had been right the previous night in his assumptions about potions. Snape wasn't in the most loving mood, not that he was usually but today it was especially worse.
"Now, mix your infusion of wormwood with a spec of sumbles dust." Snape grunted out and rubbed his face.
Draco didn't know how much more of this class he could take. All the Gryffindors, Harry and Ron in particular, were giving him stares that would make a Death Eater shudder. Hermione on the other hand didn't really look at him at all. He knew this for certain because he couldn't help but staring at her all during his mixing.
"Turn up the burners underneath your cauldrons to the fourth notch, and stir the mixture as it boils." Snape was walking around, looking in pots, making sure nothing extra was added to the volatile mood lifter potion they were creating.
Pansy walked up next to Draco, "I think I should give that mudblood what she deserves."
Draco watched as she glided away with a flask full of purple goo he recognized as eternal sleep elixir. It was legal, but just barely. He didn't know what to do. He ran over to Pansy before she could fully sneak up on Hermione and dump the flask on her.
"Pansy, put that down, there are," he struggled for words, "better ways to take care of her than this." Pansy smiled and nodded thinking of the evil things Draco might do to that Granger.
The rest of class was just a blur. Finally they were let out. Hermione straggled behind and was the last one out the door. She was heading towards about to go to Herbology.
"Hermione," someone shouted from behind her.
She turned to see Draco staring down at his feet, "What?" she was abrupt, only because she didn't know if this was a friendly encounter or one that she should be wary of.
"You know the other night? When I told you that I didn't ask you if you'd go out with me? Well I really did. And I know you probably don't want to, but I'm just letting you know that I still do. And I don't care if you've told your whole house about it and told them how disgusted it made you fe."
Draco was cut off in mid ramble by Hermione's lips. She pulled her head back, madly blushing, "I never said no." she replied.
~*~ So ladies and gents, what do you think? Feel free to tell me where the story should go from here or what because I'm lost now. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed the brief Hermione/Draco goodness ^_^ ~*~
