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Ginny stumbled across Hermione (literally, Hermione was curled in a ball in the shadows) in the fourth floor corridor.
"There you are, 'Mione!" Cried Ginny, "I think you might be interested in this," she held out the letter to Hermione. Hermione looked at it doubtfully, so Ginny said,
"It's from Draco. He said that he was sorry, and he kicked pansy out straight away. He really did look sorry, 'Mione. Take the letter, maybe it'll help," she held the letter out again, and this time Hermione took it, it said this:
"Dear Hermione, I don't know what Parkinson said to you, but I understand how you feel. You are the first and only girl that I have ever loved, and I don't want to lose you because of a pug. I won't lose you because of a slutty student. I don't know what I would do without you, 'Mione. I never noticed you before this year. I guess I was stupid. You are such a smart and funny person, I will always remember the day we shared the desk in potions. Come back to the common room at 8:00, and I will show you just how much you mean to me. Everything said in this letter is 100% true, and I hope that you believe it. Love from Draco."
By the time Hermione finished reading it, she had tears in her eyes. She held it out to Ginny to read, not knowing that Draco had bewitched it, so if anyone besides Hermione tried to read it, it would say,
"I love Hermione, and this letter is for her"
Ginny giggled, and quickly explained why when she saw the look of horror on Hermione's face. Hermione looked at her watch, it said that it was 7:50, so she should start making her way down to the common room.
She arrived outside at 8:00, which was perfect timing, as Draco had just finished preparing everything. Suddenly, a house elf appeared in front of the door. Hermione gasped, the elf was dressed up in a tux, and said,
"Come in, Miss Granger," then it bowed. Hermione smiled at him (the house elf was a boy). She pushed the door open slowly, because she didn't know if she totally forgave Draco or not. She was stunned. Every seat in the room was covered in pink throws, there were vases filed with red roses everywhere, and the big table (which was also covered in a pale pink tablecloth) had silver plates of chocolate cake, and goblets of pink lemonade. Draco appeared from around the corner. He was wearing a tuxedo, and he held out his arm to Hermione. Before she took it, she took out her wand, waved it. Her clothes were swapped for a red dress. It was strapless, and slightly shimmery, but not much. Her hair suddenly fell into soft waves around her shoulders, and she smiled at Draco, taking his arm.
"So, Miss Granger, shall we eat or talk first? I will reveal something to you tonight, about why I am protecting you. I think you need to know," he smiled at her, waiting for a response.
"I think I would like to talk first, Mr Malfoy," she said, and was led over to one of the newly pink couches. Hermione glanced at the door, and Draco saw.
"Don't worry, 'Mione, the house elf is still outside the door, so he will send anyone away that tries to get inside."
Hermione relaxed, and looked into Draco's icy blue eyes. He looked back into her brown ones, and kissed her,
"What I'm going to tell you might come as a bit of a shock, 'Mione, and don't hate me for it, because I'm on your side," Hermione nodded, and Draco started to tell her everything.
"When Voldermort was in power before, when Harry was just a baby, he was very much against who he called "mud bloods"," he looked at Hermione, who nodded, so he carried on, "all of his followers supported this. Even my father. Some of them broke away, some years ago, and some more recently. My family still supports him, all of them except me. Since I have been here, and met muggle born people, I have realised that people like you are just as smart, maybe even smarter; they are the same as "pure bloods" except for two things. One is that they are nicer, because they accept people more, and two is that they are in great danger. Especially you. This is why I wanted to talk to you." He looked at Hermione, who was taking it all in, "I have been asked to protect you by Dumbledore. Voldermort is not bothering with "half bloods" this time, just you guys. I first picked this up from my father, when he was talking to or about Voldermort, and then got it confirmed by Dumbledore. Voldermort is bothering with you the most, because you are destined to be the future leader of the muggle born witches and wizards." Hermione looked stunned, "Now this is where Pansy's father comes in. He is the leader of the Death Eaters who are trying to get rid of you. You, being Hermione Granger. If you get killed, then killing the rest will be easy. Pansy was in here earlier, trying to convince me to join them. She said that I spend so much time with you, that it would be easy to kill you. But I refused. I love you Hermione, and I'm not just pretending. I really do, and I will do anything to protect you." Hermione had kept silent through this long speech, and now she burst into tears,
"Draco, are you kidding? I can't do this, not alone, are you being serious?"
"I swear I am, I took some truth potion before I started talking to you. Here is the bottle," he held out a small bottle of clear liquid. Hermione believed him, so he carried on talking,
"You won't be alone 'Mione, I am helping you, and you can tell all of your friends. They will need to know. So will Ginny. I have a feeling about Ron. Not a good feeling. He is mixing with Parkinson, and to me it looks like he had a go at . Getting rid of you himself earlier, when he led you down into the dungeons. If I were you I'd stay away from him for a while. Staying with Harry should be fine though, because he is dating Ginny, so she will be keeping him in line. I can't imagine her turning to the dark side."
"Thank you for telling me this, Draco, I'll keep myself safe, I can't be responsible for all the people like me dieing, so I'll just carry on as I am doing, but I'll be careful, I promise. Do you want to eat now?" She smiled at him again, to show that she didn't suspect him of being on "the dark side". Draco clapped his hands twice, and another house elf appeared,
"Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy, may I escort you to your seats?" The elf looked slightly familiar to Hermione, "I am Dobby, and I'll be your waiter tonight," Hermione smiled at Draco, and he whispered to her,
"I knew that you liked this elf, so I got him in especially," he lent closer, and kissed her on the cheek, smelling her perfume. Dobby walked over to the table, and showed them where to sit,
"Miss Granger," he said, holding out one chair, "and Mr Malfoy," he said, and held out a chair on the other side of the table,
"Now, may I get you a drink Ma'am? We have pink lemonade as our special tonight. How about you Sir? Yes? Pink lemonade for you both?" Dobby clicked his fingers, and a goblet appeared next to each of the plates, "Now, tonight we have chocolate cake as the entrée, main and dessert. I hope you enjoy your meal. Clap your hands twice if you need me, and I'll be here quick as a wink. I will leave you to talk now." With that, Dobby bowed, and disappeared with a soft "pop" sound.
"You know, 'Mione, I used to be jealous of Harry and Ron, because they always had you around. Just since last year or so, I have been realising how special you really are. You are really stunning Hermione, and I can picture myself with you forever," he reached out across the table, and held her hand.
"What about your father though?" Asked Hermione, "Wouldn't he be angry at you, especially after the plan?" She looked worried, so Draco looked her in the eyes, and told her,
"My father no longer acts as though I am in the family. He was found out about you and me, and he has practically disowned me. I don't care though, as long as I have you." Hermione smiled, and she realised that what she felt for him wasn't just a silly crush, it was bigger than that.
They both finished eating the chocolate cake, and were very full. Draco clapped his hands, and Dobby re-appeared,
"Thank you Dobby, we have finished, so if you wouldn't mind clearing this up, the meal was super. I also have a pair of socks for you." Dobby smiled, and summoned the rest of the elves, and in a minute, all the food was cleared up.
"Here are the socks Dobby, thank you very much, I really appreciate it," smiled Draco. He looked at his watch, it said 10:00. "I think you should go to bed, 'Mione," he smiled at her, "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to bed too, because I'm getting a bit sleepy."
"Draco, I want to thank you for everything. You have given me the most wonderful evening of my life, and I am glad you told me what you did," She kissed him on the lips, for a few minutes, then smiled and said "I'll see you in the morning, I love you Draco,"
"I love you too, 'Mione," Draco smiled, and walked her to her bedroom, where they said goodnight again. Then they both went and got into their pyjamas, and into bed. Neither of them fell asleep straight away though, because their minds were filled with two things, Mr Parkinson's Campaign Against Mud Bloods (both of them thought that it needed a shorter name, but neither could think of one) and their night together. They tried not to worry about the first one, Draco didn't because he believed that Hermione was strong and smart enough, and Hermione didn't because she believed that Draco was strong and smart enough to protect her. They both fell asleep, and dreamed of the evening they had shared pretty quickly. They weren't too late in bed, they were asleep by 10:30, which was quite early for both of them, but they had nothing else to do. Hermione was going to tell all of her friends about it tomorrow morning, so that they could know the truth about why Pansy was in Draco's bedroom, and so that they could help her be strong. She also thought about what Draco was going to do. Most of the Slytherin's would be supporting Voldermort, not the people like herself. Maybe he could make friends with Harry, they were so much alike each other. She drifted off to sleep with these pleasant thought, while Draco drifted off to sleep not knowing who he would be friends with, and not caring, because Hermione loved him. She really did, he was sure that he had seen it in his eyes, and he loved her. She was the first girl he had ever loved, and he slipped into pleasant dreams of them together.
****Woohoo! My longest chapter ever! It's about 2,000 words! Yay! Keep reviewing please! I hope you like this chapter, because it took me AGES!****
Thank you all! Now here is the story ...
Ginny stumbled across Hermione (literally, Hermione was curled in a ball in the shadows) in the fourth floor corridor.
"There you are, 'Mione!" Cried Ginny, "I think you might be interested in this," she held out the letter to Hermione. Hermione looked at it doubtfully, so Ginny said,
"It's from Draco. He said that he was sorry, and he kicked pansy out straight away. He really did look sorry, 'Mione. Take the letter, maybe it'll help," she held the letter out again, and this time Hermione took it, it said this:
"Dear Hermione, I don't know what Parkinson said to you, but I understand how you feel. You are the first and only girl that I have ever loved, and I don't want to lose you because of a pug. I won't lose you because of a slutty student. I don't know what I would do without you, 'Mione. I never noticed you before this year. I guess I was stupid. You are such a smart and funny person, I will always remember the day we shared the desk in potions. Come back to the common room at 8:00, and I will show you just how much you mean to me. Everything said in this letter is 100% true, and I hope that you believe it. Love from Draco."
By the time Hermione finished reading it, she had tears in her eyes. She held it out to Ginny to read, not knowing that Draco had bewitched it, so if anyone besides Hermione tried to read it, it would say,
"I love Hermione, and this letter is for her"
Ginny giggled, and quickly explained why when she saw the look of horror on Hermione's face. Hermione looked at her watch, it said that it was 7:50, so she should start making her way down to the common room.
She arrived outside at 8:00, which was perfect timing, as Draco had just finished preparing everything. Suddenly, a house elf appeared in front of the door. Hermione gasped, the elf was dressed up in a tux, and said,
"Come in, Miss Granger," then it bowed. Hermione smiled at him (the house elf was a boy). She pushed the door open slowly, because she didn't know if she totally forgave Draco or not. She was stunned. Every seat in the room was covered in pink throws, there were vases filed with red roses everywhere, and the big table (which was also covered in a pale pink tablecloth) had silver plates of chocolate cake, and goblets of pink lemonade. Draco appeared from around the corner. He was wearing a tuxedo, and he held out his arm to Hermione. Before she took it, she took out her wand, waved it. Her clothes were swapped for a red dress. It was strapless, and slightly shimmery, but not much. Her hair suddenly fell into soft waves around her shoulders, and she smiled at Draco, taking his arm.
"So, Miss Granger, shall we eat or talk first? I will reveal something to you tonight, about why I am protecting you. I think you need to know," he smiled at her, waiting for a response.
"I think I would like to talk first, Mr Malfoy," she said, and was led over to one of the newly pink couches. Hermione glanced at the door, and Draco saw.
"Don't worry, 'Mione, the house elf is still outside the door, so he will send anyone away that tries to get inside."
Hermione relaxed, and looked into Draco's icy blue eyes. He looked back into her brown ones, and kissed her,
"What I'm going to tell you might come as a bit of a shock, 'Mione, and don't hate me for it, because I'm on your side," Hermione nodded, and Draco started to tell her everything.
"When Voldermort was in power before, when Harry was just a baby, he was very much against who he called "mud bloods"," he looked at Hermione, who nodded, so he carried on, "all of his followers supported this. Even my father. Some of them broke away, some years ago, and some more recently. My family still supports him, all of them except me. Since I have been here, and met muggle born people, I have realised that people like you are just as smart, maybe even smarter; they are the same as "pure bloods" except for two things. One is that they are nicer, because they accept people more, and two is that they are in great danger. Especially you. This is why I wanted to talk to you." He looked at Hermione, who was taking it all in, "I have been asked to protect you by Dumbledore. Voldermort is not bothering with "half bloods" this time, just you guys. I first picked this up from my father, when he was talking to or about Voldermort, and then got it confirmed by Dumbledore. Voldermort is bothering with you the most, because you are destined to be the future leader of the muggle born witches and wizards." Hermione looked stunned, "Now this is where Pansy's father comes in. He is the leader of the Death Eaters who are trying to get rid of you. You, being Hermione Granger. If you get killed, then killing the rest will be easy. Pansy was in here earlier, trying to convince me to join them. She said that I spend so much time with you, that it would be easy to kill you. But I refused. I love you Hermione, and I'm not just pretending. I really do, and I will do anything to protect you." Hermione had kept silent through this long speech, and now she burst into tears,
"Draco, are you kidding? I can't do this, not alone, are you being serious?"
"I swear I am, I took some truth potion before I started talking to you. Here is the bottle," he held out a small bottle of clear liquid. Hermione believed him, so he carried on talking,
"You won't be alone 'Mione, I am helping you, and you can tell all of your friends. They will need to know. So will Ginny. I have a feeling about Ron. Not a good feeling. He is mixing with Parkinson, and to me it looks like he had a go at . Getting rid of you himself earlier, when he led you down into the dungeons. If I were you I'd stay away from him for a while. Staying with Harry should be fine though, because he is dating Ginny, so she will be keeping him in line. I can't imagine her turning to the dark side."
"Thank you for telling me this, Draco, I'll keep myself safe, I can't be responsible for all the people like me dieing, so I'll just carry on as I am doing, but I'll be careful, I promise. Do you want to eat now?" She smiled at him again, to show that she didn't suspect him of being on "the dark side". Draco clapped his hands twice, and another house elf appeared,
"Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy, may I escort you to your seats?" The elf looked slightly familiar to Hermione, "I am Dobby, and I'll be your waiter tonight," Hermione smiled at Draco, and he whispered to her,
"I knew that you liked this elf, so I got him in especially," he lent closer, and kissed her on the cheek, smelling her perfume. Dobby walked over to the table, and showed them where to sit,
"Miss Granger," he said, holding out one chair, "and Mr Malfoy," he said, and held out a chair on the other side of the table,
"Now, may I get you a drink Ma'am? We have pink lemonade as our special tonight. How about you Sir? Yes? Pink lemonade for you both?" Dobby clicked his fingers, and a goblet appeared next to each of the plates, "Now, tonight we have chocolate cake as the entrée, main and dessert. I hope you enjoy your meal. Clap your hands twice if you need me, and I'll be here quick as a wink. I will leave you to talk now." With that, Dobby bowed, and disappeared with a soft "pop" sound.
"You know, 'Mione, I used to be jealous of Harry and Ron, because they always had you around. Just since last year or so, I have been realising how special you really are. You are really stunning Hermione, and I can picture myself with you forever," he reached out across the table, and held her hand.
"What about your father though?" Asked Hermione, "Wouldn't he be angry at you, especially after the plan?" She looked worried, so Draco looked her in the eyes, and told her,
"My father no longer acts as though I am in the family. He was found out about you and me, and he has practically disowned me. I don't care though, as long as I have you." Hermione smiled, and she realised that what she felt for him wasn't just a silly crush, it was bigger than that.
They both finished eating the chocolate cake, and were very full. Draco clapped his hands, and Dobby re-appeared,
"Thank you Dobby, we have finished, so if you wouldn't mind clearing this up, the meal was super. I also have a pair of socks for you." Dobby smiled, and summoned the rest of the elves, and in a minute, all the food was cleared up.
"Here are the socks Dobby, thank you very much, I really appreciate it," smiled Draco. He looked at his watch, it said 10:00. "I think you should go to bed, 'Mione," he smiled at her, "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to bed too, because I'm getting a bit sleepy."
"Draco, I want to thank you for everything. You have given me the most wonderful evening of my life, and I am glad you told me what you did," She kissed him on the lips, for a few minutes, then smiled and said "I'll see you in the morning, I love you Draco,"
"I love you too, 'Mione," Draco smiled, and walked her to her bedroom, where they said goodnight again. Then they both went and got into their pyjamas, and into bed. Neither of them fell asleep straight away though, because their minds were filled with two things, Mr Parkinson's Campaign Against Mud Bloods (both of them thought that it needed a shorter name, but neither could think of one) and their night together. They tried not to worry about the first one, Draco didn't because he believed that Hermione was strong and smart enough, and Hermione didn't because she believed that Draco was strong and smart enough to protect her. They both fell asleep, and dreamed of the evening they had shared pretty quickly. They weren't too late in bed, they were asleep by 10:30, which was quite early for both of them, but they had nothing else to do. Hermione was going to tell all of her friends about it tomorrow morning, so that they could know the truth about why Pansy was in Draco's bedroom, and so that they could help her be strong. She also thought about what Draco was going to do. Most of the Slytherin's would be supporting Voldermort, not the people like herself. Maybe he could make friends with Harry, they were so much alike each other. She drifted off to sleep with these pleasant thought, while Draco drifted off to sleep not knowing who he would be friends with, and not caring, because Hermione loved him. She really did, he was sure that he had seen it in his eyes, and he loved her. She was the first girl he had ever loved, and he slipped into pleasant dreams of them together.
****Woohoo! My longest chapter ever! It's about 2,000 words! Yay! Keep reviewing please! I hope you like this chapter, because it took me AGES!****
