Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I'd like it if you guys
pondered or asked questions in your reviews. At the end of every chapter, I
respond to your questions using evasive teasers. Would anyone enjoy that? I
know Draco seems very OOC, but there will be an explanation shortly. Note:
Draco and Hermione have not kissed yet. Just for future reference.
Warning: extremely fluffy chapter ahead. You have been warned.
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Chapter 3: Doing Something About It
Ginny leaned her back against Harry. They were watching Ron and Hermione play chess. Hermione seemed rather distracted, and kept making awful moves. Worse than usual, as Ron said.
Ginny laid her head on Harry's shoulder. He played a hand up and down her side, and she sighed. He had asked her out in his fifth year, and everything had been perfect since then.
Hermione was looking at the fire as Ron said, "Checkmate. Mione? You There?" Hermione shook her head, and returned to now. "I have to go meet Draco in the library soon. Snape gave us an extra credit essay, and we want to get an early start.
"Hmm... so you are working in the library? Or are you going to go by the lake? It's a lovely day." said Mira, climbing into Ron's lap. Hermione smiled. "Good idea." She looked down at her watch, and squealed. "I have to go." She grabbed her books, and sped walk away.
Harry smiled at Ginny. "You are loving today." He murmured, stroking her arm. She smiled, and said. "Am I really, Mr. Potter?" She linked her arms around his neck, and he put his arms about her waist. He was leaning his head in, when,
"You two going to snog, or...?" Ginny and Harry broke apart, blushing. Ron grinned. "You have to pick the times when no one is around. Right, Mira?" Mira giggled, and blushed.
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Draco smiled as Hermione approached the table. She sat down, huffing. "You made it." He said, motioning to the clock on the wall. She smiled, and sat down. "Would you like to go outside to work on this? It's a lovely day." Draco nodded, and they walked to the lake, and went into a small alcove of trees popular for doing homework. It was also popular for other things since it can't be viewed from the castle.
As they settled down, their hands accidentally touched. Neither of them moved their hands, so that they were together. "Do you know now?" whispered Hermione. He nodded, looking into her eyes. "I can't love you." he whispered. "I can't love you." she responded, as their faces grew closer. His eyes flicked up and down. "If we can't, than..." "Why are we?" she finished, and they were barely an inch apart. She looked into his eyes trustingly, and he brought his lips gently to hers.
It was tentative, but more wonderful than anything that had ever happened to Hermione. Viktor had kissed her, but not like this. He hadn't caused her knees to get weak. Draco brought a hand up, paused, and then gently caressed her cheek. She gently broke it off, looking into his eyes. "It feels so right." she whispered. He nodded. "No one will like it, but..." he trailed off as Hermione kissed him again. This one wasn't as shy, and he put a hand on her waist, keeping the other on her cheek. She rested her hands on his shoulders. Stopping it, Draco sat down on the ground. He pulled a knee up, and stretched out his other leg. Hermione leaned her back against his chest, leaning her head against his shoulder. They watched the sunset, and for a moment, didn't worry about anything else.
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Ron and Mira were secluded in some bushes in the clump of trees that Draco and Hermione were in front of. Mira was quite enjoying what Ron was doing to her neck when she heard a voice. "I can't love you." It was a male voice. "I can't love you." responded a familiar female voice. They seemed quite close together. Ron stopped, obviously hearing it too. They crouched, and looked over the bushes, to see a rather surprising sight. Draco and Hermione were kissing, gently and slowly. Draco was cupping her cheek. They broke apart, and whispered to each other, and Hermione initiated another, less timid kiss. They stopped again, and settled on the ground to watch the sunset, Hermione in Draco's arms.
Looking at each other, Ron and Mira immediately ran to the common room, to find Harry and Ginny engrossed in a game of chess. "What's up?" asked Harry, as Ginny's knight murdered his queen. Looking up, he saw their faces. "What happened?" he asked, shooting up, Ginny following suit. "Nothing bad, was it?" asked Ginny. "Of course not." answered Mira. "We had been expecting it, Gin." Ginny blinked, and smiled. "That's wonderful!" "No. It. Isn't!" hissed Ron. Ron had always had a brotherly instinct towards Hermione. Some people interpreted that as love, but they were incredibly wrong.
Harry looked at the three of them, apparently very lost. "What the bloody hell is going on?" "Language, Harry." came an extremely cheerful voice.
It was Hermione. She was glowing, and looked as if she had just had the time of her life. She nodded at their shocked faces, and floated upstairs.
Looking at each other, Ginny and Mira bolted upstairs after her. Harry looked at Ron. "Can you tell me now, or will I be invading someone's privacy?"
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Hermione lay down on her bed, and touched her lips. She had never felt like this before. He'd changed so much...
Ginny and Mira pounded in, and sat down on either side of her bed. Hermione nodded at them, and sighed. Ginny and Mira exchanged glances. Hermione had never acted like this. Even if it was a Friday, and almost a week since they had begun to suspect something, you would really think that Hermione would start her homework.
Hermione sighed again. She sat up, and began to tell them what happened. By the end, they were all so giggly that they didn't even hear Harry's strangled, "What?!" from the common room.
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Author's Note: Tell me what you think- review!
Warning: extremely fluffy chapter ahead. You have been warned.
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Chapter 3: Doing Something About It
Ginny leaned her back against Harry. They were watching Ron and Hermione play chess. Hermione seemed rather distracted, and kept making awful moves. Worse than usual, as Ron said.
Ginny laid her head on Harry's shoulder. He played a hand up and down her side, and she sighed. He had asked her out in his fifth year, and everything had been perfect since then.
Hermione was looking at the fire as Ron said, "Checkmate. Mione? You There?" Hermione shook her head, and returned to now. "I have to go meet Draco in the library soon. Snape gave us an extra credit essay, and we want to get an early start.
"Hmm... so you are working in the library? Or are you going to go by the lake? It's a lovely day." said Mira, climbing into Ron's lap. Hermione smiled. "Good idea." She looked down at her watch, and squealed. "I have to go." She grabbed her books, and sped walk away.
Harry smiled at Ginny. "You are loving today." He murmured, stroking her arm. She smiled, and said. "Am I really, Mr. Potter?" She linked her arms around his neck, and he put his arms about her waist. He was leaning his head in, when,
"You two going to snog, or...?" Ginny and Harry broke apart, blushing. Ron grinned. "You have to pick the times when no one is around. Right, Mira?" Mira giggled, and blushed.
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Draco smiled as Hermione approached the table. She sat down, huffing. "You made it." He said, motioning to the clock on the wall. She smiled, and sat down. "Would you like to go outside to work on this? It's a lovely day." Draco nodded, and they walked to the lake, and went into a small alcove of trees popular for doing homework. It was also popular for other things since it can't be viewed from the castle.
As they settled down, their hands accidentally touched. Neither of them moved their hands, so that they were together. "Do you know now?" whispered Hermione. He nodded, looking into her eyes. "I can't love you." he whispered. "I can't love you." she responded, as their faces grew closer. His eyes flicked up and down. "If we can't, than..." "Why are we?" she finished, and they were barely an inch apart. She looked into his eyes trustingly, and he brought his lips gently to hers.
It was tentative, but more wonderful than anything that had ever happened to Hermione. Viktor had kissed her, but not like this. He hadn't caused her knees to get weak. Draco brought a hand up, paused, and then gently caressed her cheek. She gently broke it off, looking into his eyes. "It feels so right." she whispered. He nodded. "No one will like it, but..." he trailed off as Hermione kissed him again. This one wasn't as shy, and he put a hand on her waist, keeping the other on her cheek. She rested her hands on his shoulders. Stopping it, Draco sat down on the ground. He pulled a knee up, and stretched out his other leg. Hermione leaned her back against his chest, leaning her head against his shoulder. They watched the sunset, and for a moment, didn't worry about anything else.
~*~
Ron and Mira were secluded in some bushes in the clump of trees that Draco and Hermione were in front of. Mira was quite enjoying what Ron was doing to her neck when she heard a voice. "I can't love you." It was a male voice. "I can't love you." responded a familiar female voice. They seemed quite close together. Ron stopped, obviously hearing it too. They crouched, and looked over the bushes, to see a rather surprising sight. Draco and Hermione were kissing, gently and slowly. Draco was cupping her cheek. They broke apart, and whispered to each other, and Hermione initiated another, less timid kiss. They stopped again, and settled on the ground to watch the sunset, Hermione in Draco's arms.
Looking at each other, Ron and Mira immediately ran to the common room, to find Harry and Ginny engrossed in a game of chess. "What's up?" asked Harry, as Ginny's knight murdered his queen. Looking up, he saw their faces. "What happened?" he asked, shooting up, Ginny following suit. "Nothing bad, was it?" asked Ginny. "Of course not." answered Mira. "We had been expecting it, Gin." Ginny blinked, and smiled. "That's wonderful!" "No. It. Isn't!" hissed Ron. Ron had always had a brotherly instinct towards Hermione. Some people interpreted that as love, but they were incredibly wrong.
Harry looked at the three of them, apparently very lost. "What the bloody hell is going on?" "Language, Harry." came an extremely cheerful voice.
It was Hermione. She was glowing, and looked as if she had just had the time of her life. She nodded at their shocked faces, and floated upstairs.
Looking at each other, Ginny and Mira bolted upstairs after her. Harry looked at Ron. "Can you tell me now, or will I be invading someone's privacy?"
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Hermione lay down on her bed, and touched her lips. She had never felt like this before. He'd changed so much...
Ginny and Mira pounded in, and sat down on either side of her bed. Hermione nodded at them, and sighed. Ginny and Mira exchanged glances. Hermione had never acted like this. Even if it was a Friday, and almost a week since they had begun to suspect something, you would really think that Hermione would start her homework.
Hermione sighed again. She sat up, and began to tell them what happened. By the end, they were all so giggly that they didn't even hear Harry's strangled, "What?!" from the common room.
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Author's Note: Tell me what you think- review!