Chapter 8
"Okay, Draco," Hermione said, smiling.
"Right, Hermione."
"So um, what should we do now?" Hermione asked.
"How am I supposed to know? This is your brilliant idea," Draco replied.
"Um, maybe we should do this tomorrow," said Hermione.
Draco nodded. "Uh yeah. Well, see you later, Granger. I mean Hermione."
"Right, Draco," she said and waved goodbye.
They walked their separate ways. Draco was thinking that Hermione had completely gone crazy. And Hermione was just. scheming her plan.
The next morning Draco and Hermione met up right before breakfast, and walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. They were talking and laughing as if they had been best friends forever. And they ignored the fact that everyone was staring at them.
However, a lot of people weren't really paying attention to them. After all, half the school didn't even know who Draco or Hermione was. But the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table had gone dead silent.
"Bye, Draco!" Hermione called as Draco walked to the Slytherin table. Draco waved and Hermione took her seat where she usually sat.
"Oh. My. Gosh. You have gone crazy!" Ron screamed. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he screeched in her face.
"Chill, Ron. Draco's really nice. We're really great friends," she said, laughing.
"Since when?" Harry questioned. Hermione just shrugged.
Everybody at the Gryffindor stared at her.
Hermione sat, quietly eating when suddenly, "AHHH! You guys, I just had the weirdest daydream!"
Hermione jumped and spilt her orange juice. It immediately sunk into the floor. She sighed. "Ron, don't scare me like that."
He grinned. "Sorry, I just had a weird dream of you and Draco holding hands."
Hermione just smiled. "We were holding hands, Ron."
"Oh boy. What has the world become?" Ron replied.
"Okay, Draco," Hermione said, smiling.
"Right, Hermione."
"So um, what should we do now?" Hermione asked.
"How am I supposed to know? This is your brilliant idea," Draco replied.
"Um, maybe we should do this tomorrow," said Hermione.
Draco nodded. "Uh yeah. Well, see you later, Granger. I mean Hermione."
"Right, Draco," she said and waved goodbye.
They walked their separate ways. Draco was thinking that Hermione had completely gone crazy. And Hermione was just. scheming her plan.
The next morning Draco and Hermione met up right before breakfast, and walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. They were talking and laughing as if they had been best friends forever. And they ignored the fact that everyone was staring at them.
However, a lot of people weren't really paying attention to them. After all, half the school didn't even know who Draco or Hermione was. But the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table had gone dead silent.
"Bye, Draco!" Hermione called as Draco walked to the Slytherin table. Draco waved and Hermione took her seat where she usually sat.
"Oh. My. Gosh. You have gone crazy!" Ron screamed. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he screeched in her face.
"Chill, Ron. Draco's really nice. We're really great friends," she said, laughing.
"Since when?" Harry questioned. Hermione just shrugged.
Everybody at the Gryffindor stared at her.
Hermione sat, quietly eating when suddenly, "AHHH! You guys, I just had the weirdest daydream!"
Hermione jumped and spilt her orange juice. It immediately sunk into the floor. She sighed. "Ron, don't scare me like that."
He grinned. "Sorry, I just had a weird dream of you and Draco holding hands."
Hermione just smiled. "We were holding hands, Ron."
"Oh boy. What has the world become?" Ron replied.
