Title: Secret Admirer

Author: Nissa

Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com

Rating: PG

Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire

Disclaimer: To my dismay I don't own anything Harry Potter related. Actually I own some bookends but that's beside the point.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been having computer problems. And this will be my last update until the New Year unless I can get a computer near me during my vacation. Happy reading!



Draco and Hermione had both been confused as to what happened after the first kiss. They both decided that the kiss automatically meant they were going out, an item. They also both knew that this would be one of the hardest things to tell their friends about.

Because of the awkwardness of brining this up in normal conversation Draco and Hermione decided to start doing things a couple would and letting others make their own conclusions.

So far these public displays of affection had included holding hands in the halls and passing notes during classes. Once a daring Draco had even given Hermione a peck on the cheek before dinner.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on who you were, their classmates just didn't pick up on these subtleties. They opted for something drastic. Neither of them could figure out what was drastic enough though.

One day in Herbology however Draco acted on an impulse to get the classes undivided attention.

"Hermione," he whispered to her.

"Yes?" She answered, looking a bit nervous to be talking in a class.

"Hold my hand." She did as he asked, not feeling in any way out of place.

They were holding hands slightly under their workspace, but a few Gryffindor girls near them started to whisper. Hermione turned her head and grinned at Draco. Draco however wasn't satisfied with a few gossips noticing. He whispered again to Hermione, "If I kiss you right now, will you be upset?" Not that he would've ignored the urge he had to kiss her, but he felt that asking would be best.

She blushed a tad and replied, "No." in a barely audible whisper.

Draco grabbed the small of her back and pulled her towards him, their lips locked in a kiss that wasn't anywhere near innocent. Of course the whole class noticed, mainly Ron and Harry who were about to attack Draco when the kiss broke off.

A whirlwind of voices began around them, fortunately their professor wasn't quite paying attention to them but busying herself with a fresh crop of Mandrakes.

"What the bloody hell was that Malfoy?" Ron asked him, almost at a growl.

Draco, still latched to Hermione's hand, replied, "If you had a girlfriend, wouldn't you kiss her when you felt like it Weasly?" He'd almost said 'Weasel' but he was trying to be a bit nicer to Hermione's friends.

Ron's jaw dropped, it dropped lower than Hermione's the day the cutest couple had been announced, and if Hermione wasn't mistaken his eyes had taken on the sheen of hurt. He turned to Harry and began rambling on about what he'd just been told.

It'd been days after the incident and everyone was still talking. Harry had risen back to level ground with Hermione, but Ron was still seething.

The Slytherins had shrugged it off after mocking Malfoy for a day or so and getting the living snot beat out of them. However Pansy, who hadn't spoken to her beloved Draco in days, was plotting.

Pansy Parkinson was never the brainiest. She actually rarely ever had a good idea, but when something of hers was taken from her she could become an Einstein.

* * *

Pansy had been wasting away her brain trying to figure out a way to get the mudblood for stealing her one and only. She'd thought about hundreds of spells, and researched about half of them, but none seemed brutal enough. None seemed that they would bring the pain onto Hermione as it'd been brought upon her.

One night after dinner she'd walked back into the Slytherin common room and plunked herself down on a cushiony couch, blankly staring at the wall. Then it struck her, the most brilliant and malevolent plan that could possibly be conceived.

* * *

They decided to meet in Moaning Myrtles toilet. Not the best hiding spot, but it'd serve the purpose.

He didn't know how exactly he played into her plan, but he knew if once this whole thing was over he'd be much happier.

Once he banged open the door, she was sitting there on the sinks.

"I didn't think you'd show." She admitted.

"I didn't think I would either." He agreed, "How exactly does this plan go?"

"All I need from you is something that belongs to her, her hair, a piece of her robe, a book, anything." She grinned, her sinister plan forming in scenes inside of her head.

"Are you going to do a polyjuice potion?" He looked a little worried.

She just laughed, "Nothing so childish."

"It won't hurt her will it?" He didn't want to hurt her; he just didn't want things the way they were.

"Not in the least." She lied through her teeth.

Ron nodded and headed back to Gryffindor. He couldn't believe he'd just made a deal with the devil in the shape of Pansy the twit.

* * *

Draco and Hermione sat out on the bench in the courtyard where they'd watched all the Valentine's couples. They were holding each other's hands, just chatting about this and that, occasionally Draco would kiss her, which she didn't mind in the least.

"So how're your friends taking this?" He asked.

"Harry says he's okay with it, but he doesn't like to talk about it, or see it." She flinched at the brutal yell-out they'd had after her and Malfoy's big public kiss.

"And the Weasel?" He said, learning it was okay to keep the nicknames because she'd said 'it's one of the many things that makes him, him.'

"I'm not sure." She looked down at her feet. They hadn't spoken at all since he'd questioned Draco.

Draco squeezed her hand, as if it took away all her pain, or at least made her forget momentarily. "Want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?" He asked, at a pathetic attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, and we can drink butterbear." Hermione replied, smiling at the thought. She checked her watch, "It's about time to be heading back to the dorms."

They got up and he walked her back to Gryffindor, arm wrapped around her shoulders the entire way. He then retreated to Slytherin.

To his surprise he was welcomed by Pansy, "Draco, I know you took this back to your room and after you and Hermione started dating I kind of stole it. Here's my attempt at reconciliation." She said as she handed him the deadly sword that had once belonged to Voldemort himself.

As Draco gripped the jeweled hilt something surged through him and his eyes flashed to a deadly black. Pansy grinned, Cheshire like.

She walked close to him and whispered in his ear, "Whom do you belong to?"

"Pansy." He stated, trans-like.

"And who are you going to destroy? Stick that blade clean through?" She said, cackling at the ingenious of her spell.

Draco growled like a dog, "Granger."



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