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Someday
Ch. 13 Diagon Alley
The following week Draco was helping Hermione drying the dishes after he had cooked her dinner. They had fillet mignon, mashed potatoes, salad and a hot roll, topped off with a nice glass of red wine. They were very content, completely forgetting that in 10 short days they would be starting school. Hermione herself had been so happy being with Draco that when the school owl dropped in with the post she was extremely shocked. Picking up the pile of letters, she noticed that they were both addressed to her and Draco.
"Dumbledore must know you're with me."
"What makes you say that?"
"He sent your letters to you at my lake house," Hermione replied. She handed Draco two different letters, then proceeded to open up her own.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Draco jumped.
"What? What is it?"
"I made Head Boy! Fuck man! Mom's gonna be thrilled to the moon. But good lord look at all the books!" His eyes widened as he scanned the reading list. He shook his head. "It's going to be one helluva year."
Hermione took a deep breath in and opened the first letter. It too was her book list. She'd be needed some different ones from Draco because she took Muggle Studies and Arithmancy. She carefully opened the second letter, praying to god it'd be the one to announce she was head girl.
She was.
"OH MY MERLIN!" Hermione gasped.
"Are you head girl too?" Draco jumped?
"Yes!" He picked her up and swung her around in a playful manner. "Looks like we're going to be sharing a bathroom." He winked at her and put her down carefully. "You know what this means?"
"Yea, we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow! Oh it'll be so exciting. We can see all of our friends and I can show you off as my new boyfriend and I'll get to see Harry and Ron and-"
Hermione stopped mid sentence. No, she wouldn't be seeing Harry and Ron. They wouldn't meet up this year at the Leaky Cauldron like they had previous years. No, she would be buying her books alone this year. Well, not totally alone.
"Um, yea, Hermione, there's something we need to talk about," Draco stammered sheepishly.
"What?"
"I don't want people to know of our relationship," he said flatly.
"Wait, but why?"
"Because, no one will accept us, because I'll get crap from my friends until there's no end and I don't want to put up with it."
The words cut through Hermione's heart like a knife. She put on a happy face and smiled.
"Okay, Draco, I understand." She smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, but inside her heart was ripping into thousands of pieces.
"I knew you would. So how's about you and me go into town and catch a movie? It's been a while since we've made an appearance."
"Actually, Draco, if you don't mind, I'm going to stay in. I need to call Mother and tell her the good news, then I'm going to sleep early. I want to get my books early so that I can avoid the lines at Diagon Alley, and hopefully avoid Ron and Harry."
Draco was a bit surprised by her response, but nonetheless conceded. "If that's what you want, then I'll see you tomorrow evening." He kissed her on her forehead and left. Hermione sank down on the floor in tears. Was Draco ashamed by her? Why else wouldn't he want anyone else to know of their relationship? Her chest constricted as her mind replayed his words, over and over again. She choked out sobs as she picked herself up and carried herself to her room. She lay on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Draco went home and kicked himself. Why the fuck should it matter if people knew about them? He should have just admitted to her that he didn't want it to get back to his father, but no, he came up with a lame excuse. God he wanted to throw up. He was so very totally disgusted with himself that the only reasonable action to do now was vomit and call Hermione.
After discarding his stomach of the day's meals, he picked up the phone and dialed Hermione's number. The phone merely rang and rang. ~~~
She woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was peaking through. Hermione could feel her temples throb and her eyes puffy and swollen. After grabbing a quick shower and shoving down a piece of toast, she searched through her closet and pulled out a nice outfit, in this case it being a white tunic from Veronica's Secret, a simple black knee length skirt, calf length leather boots and a burgundy ass length cotton duster. She pulled her hair into a low bun, allowing pieces of hair to flow down her back, and grabbed her list of books she needed.
Suddenly appearing in Diagon Alley, she was very happy to have the duster, because it was chilly out that morning. The throngs of people that would soon fill the streets were still only a few hours away, and Hermione wanted so very badly to avoid them all. She walked in to each of her stores and grabbed the books that she was required. She made small but friendly conversation with each of the store clerks, then prepared to leave to go back to the lake house.
"Hermione!" yelled a voice behind her. She turned to see Ron walking towards her.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" She quickly disapparated back to her lake house and dropped all of her books on the floor, falling into heaving sobs.
Ron looked around for her, but soon realized she went back to her hiding spot. He turned and found Draco Malfoy looking down at him.
"Leave her alone, Weasel, if you know what's good for you."
"And why the fuck should I listen to you?" Ron snarled.
Draco socked him in the stomach. "That's why."
Ron gasped in surprise, but quickly retaliated by throwing a punch to Draco's face. Draco responded by taking the heel of his hand and thrusting it up Ron's nose.
"Draco! Ron! Stop it!" Professor McGonagall ran up from behind them and stopped the boys. "I want an explanation right now as to the reason you boys feel the need to knock each other's lights out in the middle of a public area."
"He started it! He just told me to leave Hermione alone and then he punched me," Ron accused.
"Hermione was here?" Draco asked in surprise. His lip was starting to drip blood.
"Well, she WAS. She saw me and disapparated. I don't know where she went to."
"Well boys, that's all find and well, but I warn the both of you right now. Any foul play like this in the school hallways and you both will find your selves on a train back to the muggle world. Now, since we aren't at Hogwarts, I can't punish you. But considered both of yourselves warned!"
Professor McGonagall walked away and the boys faced each other. Ron was on the ground, his nose bleeding, holding his stomach.
"I don't know what your issue is, but stay the fuck away from me," he growled. Draco walked away from Ron, picked up his books from a table where he lay them, then disapparated back to his own lake house.
Someday
Ch. 13 Diagon Alley
The following week Draco was helping Hermione drying the dishes after he had cooked her dinner. They had fillet mignon, mashed potatoes, salad and a hot roll, topped off with a nice glass of red wine. They were very content, completely forgetting that in 10 short days they would be starting school. Hermione herself had been so happy being with Draco that when the school owl dropped in with the post she was extremely shocked. Picking up the pile of letters, she noticed that they were both addressed to her and Draco.
"Dumbledore must know you're with me."
"What makes you say that?"
"He sent your letters to you at my lake house," Hermione replied. She handed Draco two different letters, then proceeded to open up her own.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Draco jumped.
"What? What is it?"
"I made Head Boy! Fuck man! Mom's gonna be thrilled to the moon. But good lord look at all the books!" His eyes widened as he scanned the reading list. He shook his head. "It's going to be one helluva year."
Hermione took a deep breath in and opened the first letter. It too was her book list. She'd be needed some different ones from Draco because she took Muggle Studies and Arithmancy. She carefully opened the second letter, praying to god it'd be the one to announce she was head girl.
She was.
"OH MY MERLIN!" Hermione gasped.
"Are you head girl too?" Draco jumped?
"Yes!" He picked her up and swung her around in a playful manner. "Looks like we're going to be sharing a bathroom." He winked at her and put her down carefully. "You know what this means?"
"Yea, we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow! Oh it'll be so exciting. We can see all of our friends and I can show you off as my new boyfriend and I'll get to see Harry and Ron and-"
Hermione stopped mid sentence. No, she wouldn't be seeing Harry and Ron. They wouldn't meet up this year at the Leaky Cauldron like they had previous years. No, she would be buying her books alone this year. Well, not totally alone.
"Um, yea, Hermione, there's something we need to talk about," Draco stammered sheepishly.
"What?"
"I don't want people to know of our relationship," he said flatly.
"Wait, but why?"
"Because, no one will accept us, because I'll get crap from my friends until there's no end and I don't want to put up with it."
The words cut through Hermione's heart like a knife. She put on a happy face and smiled.
"Okay, Draco, I understand." She smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, but inside her heart was ripping into thousands of pieces.
"I knew you would. So how's about you and me go into town and catch a movie? It's been a while since we've made an appearance."
"Actually, Draco, if you don't mind, I'm going to stay in. I need to call Mother and tell her the good news, then I'm going to sleep early. I want to get my books early so that I can avoid the lines at Diagon Alley, and hopefully avoid Ron and Harry."
Draco was a bit surprised by her response, but nonetheless conceded. "If that's what you want, then I'll see you tomorrow evening." He kissed her on her forehead and left. Hermione sank down on the floor in tears. Was Draco ashamed by her? Why else wouldn't he want anyone else to know of their relationship? Her chest constricted as her mind replayed his words, over and over again. She choked out sobs as she picked herself up and carried herself to her room. She lay on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Draco went home and kicked himself. Why the fuck should it matter if people knew about them? He should have just admitted to her that he didn't want it to get back to his father, but no, he came up with a lame excuse. God he wanted to throw up. He was so very totally disgusted with himself that the only reasonable action to do now was vomit and call Hermione.
After discarding his stomach of the day's meals, he picked up the phone and dialed Hermione's number. The phone merely rang and rang. ~~~
She woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was peaking through. Hermione could feel her temples throb and her eyes puffy and swollen. After grabbing a quick shower and shoving down a piece of toast, she searched through her closet and pulled out a nice outfit, in this case it being a white tunic from Veronica's Secret, a simple black knee length skirt, calf length leather boots and a burgundy ass length cotton duster. She pulled her hair into a low bun, allowing pieces of hair to flow down her back, and grabbed her list of books she needed.
Suddenly appearing in Diagon Alley, she was very happy to have the duster, because it was chilly out that morning. The throngs of people that would soon fill the streets were still only a few hours away, and Hermione wanted so very badly to avoid them all. She walked in to each of her stores and grabbed the books that she was required. She made small but friendly conversation with each of the store clerks, then prepared to leave to go back to the lake house.
"Hermione!" yelled a voice behind her. She turned to see Ron walking towards her.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" She quickly disapparated back to her lake house and dropped all of her books on the floor, falling into heaving sobs.
Ron looked around for her, but soon realized she went back to her hiding spot. He turned and found Draco Malfoy looking down at him.
"Leave her alone, Weasel, if you know what's good for you."
"And why the fuck should I listen to you?" Ron snarled.
Draco socked him in the stomach. "That's why."
Ron gasped in surprise, but quickly retaliated by throwing a punch to Draco's face. Draco responded by taking the heel of his hand and thrusting it up Ron's nose.
"Draco! Ron! Stop it!" Professor McGonagall ran up from behind them and stopped the boys. "I want an explanation right now as to the reason you boys feel the need to knock each other's lights out in the middle of a public area."
"He started it! He just told me to leave Hermione alone and then he punched me," Ron accused.
"Hermione was here?" Draco asked in surprise. His lip was starting to drip blood.
"Well, she WAS. She saw me and disapparated. I don't know where she went to."
"Well boys, that's all find and well, but I warn the both of you right now. Any foul play like this in the school hallways and you both will find your selves on a train back to the muggle world. Now, since we aren't at Hogwarts, I can't punish you. But considered both of yourselves warned!"
Professor McGonagall walked away and the boys faced each other. Ron was on the ground, his nose bleeding, holding his stomach.
"I don't know what your issue is, but stay the fuck away from me," he growled. Draco walked away from Ron, picked up his books from a table where he lay them, then disapparated back to his own lake house.