After the annoying Pansy left, Draco and Hermione continued to walk across
the grounds, they headed for the lake. As they walked they asked each
other questions.
"What do you like to do in your spare time, 'Mione?" he asked her.
"Well, I enjoy reading, but, believe it or not I love to dance and listen to muggle music." she said. "Now its my turn. When is your birthday?"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"September 13th," he said. "My father wanted me to be born on October 13th but there wasn't a spell to fix the date." He looked to the ground.
"I have another question..." she said. "What is your favorite color?"
"I have two favorite colors... They are black and green." he said softly. He stuttered and looked at the ground. "I have a... well... a personal question..." he asked humbily.
She stopped at the edge of the water, just behind a large tree and sat down on the soft grass.
"Yes?" she said softly. She could not deny that she, Hermione Granger, the one who hated Draco Malfoy as of six years ago, had feelings for this young man.
"Do you really like Ron... you know.. like... that?" he asked sheepishly, his eyes betraying no emotion.
"In a way." she sighed. "He is nice and all, but jeeze can a guy get anymore shy??"
He smiled to himself. He sat down next to her and layed back, resting his head on his arms. He looked up at the sky. It was a twinkling blue... just like his eyes.
She sighed and layed back as well. She couldn't think of anything else she wanted to ask him right now. Suddenly, Draco leaned over her and....
brushed the hair out of her face.
"You are so beautiful." he said softly. He leaned over and just as he was going to kiss her, Ron came up behind the tree.
She ran into the Great Hall, just as she rounded to corner to go to the dorms, she ran headlong into Draco. Her shoulder collided with his. She grimaced and winced in pain.
"Watch it Mudblood!" he spat before he knew what he was saying. This just made Hermione cry even harder. She ran towards the Gryffindor dorms with out looking back.
"Wait! Hermione!" he cried after her. "It was an accident! It slipped out! Please! Wait!" her cried out into the quiet, to no avail. He sat down hard on the bench and put his head in his hands. "Oh god. What have I done..." he moaned to himself.
She ran all the way to the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Password please?" the picture asked. "Are you alright m'dear?"
"Mystical," Hermione gasped in between breathing and crying. She ran in and the portrait swung open. She ran past a puzzled Harry and a shocked Ginny. She flung herself on her bed and pulled the curtains around it. She blocked out the whole world. She cried and cried. Finally she cried herself to sleep.
She awoke the next day later to find herself still dressed but under the covers. Thank you whoever put me into bed, she thought silently. She got up, and went to take a shower. She got out of the shower nad put on a pink baby tee and some short shorts. She dried and brushed her hair quickly, put on some make up and then descended into the common room. Only to walk in on Ron and Harry playing wizards chess. They both looked up when she came down.
There was a very uncomfortable silence and the three stared at eachother. Rons ears slowly turned red, as they usually do when he is under stress. Harry smiled weakly, Hermione guessed that Ron had told him the whole story. She just stood there for what seemed to be ages.
"What do you like to do in your spare time, 'Mione?" he asked her.
"Well, I enjoy reading, but, believe it or not I love to dance and listen to muggle music." she said. "Now its my turn. When is your birthday?"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"September 13th," he said. "My father wanted me to be born on October 13th but there wasn't a spell to fix the date." He looked to the ground.
"I have another question..." she said. "What is your favorite color?"
"I have two favorite colors... They are black and green." he said softly. He stuttered and looked at the ground. "I have a... well... a personal question..." he asked humbily.
She stopped at the edge of the water, just behind a large tree and sat down on the soft grass.
"Yes?" she said softly. She could not deny that she, Hermione Granger, the one who hated Draco Malfoy as of six years ago, had feelings for this young man.
"Do you really like Ron... you know.. like... that?" he asked sheepishly, his eyes betraying no emotion.
"In a way." she sighed. "He is nice and all, but jeeze can a guy get anymore shy??"
He smiled to himself. He sat down next to her and layed back, resting his head on his arms. He looked up at the sky. It was a twinkling blue... just like his eyes.
She sighed and layed back as well. She couldn't think of anything else she wanted to ask him right now. Suddenly, Draco leaned over her and....
brushed the hair out of her face.
"You are so beautiful." he said softly. He leaned over and just as he was going to kiss her, Ron came up behind the tree.
She ran into the Great Hall, just as she rounded to corner to go to the dorms, she ran headlong into Draco. Her shoulder collided with his. She grimaced and winced in pain.
"Watch it Mudblood!" he spat before he knew what he was saying. This just made Hermione cry even harder. She ran towards the Gryffindor dorms with out looking back.
"Wait! Hermione!" he cried after her. "It was an accident! It slipped out! Please! Wait!" her cried out into the quiet, to no avail. He sat down hard on the bench and put his head in his hands. "Oh god. What have I done..." he moaned to himself.
She ran all the way to the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Password please?" the picture asked. "Are you alright m'dear?"
"Mystical," Hermione gasped in between breathing and crying. She ran in and the portrait swung open. She ran past a puzzled Harry and a shocked Ginny. She flung herself on her bed and pulled the curtains around it. She blocked out the whole world. She cried and cried. Finally she cried herself to sleep.
She awoke the next day later to find herself still dressed but under the covers. Thank you whoever put me into bed, she thought silently. She got up, and went to take a shower. She got out of the shower nad put on a pink baby tee and some short shorts. She dried and brushed her hair quickly, put on some make up and then descended into the common room. Only to walk in on Ron and Harry playing wizards chess. They both looked up when she came down.
There was a very uncomfortable silence and the three stared at eachother. Rons ears slowly turned red, as they usually do when he is under stress. Harry smiled weakly, Hermione guessed that Ron had told him the whole story. She just stood there for what seemed to be ages.
