Disclaimer: As much as I love Draco, I do not own him in any way, shape or
form. I only own Damien.
A/N: Well, I didn't get seven reviews, but I just felt like posting. So I am.
It was Friday again. It had been four days since she had discovered that Draco had feelings for her, and had also discovered her own feelings for him. She had about two hours until they had to work on their project. That would give them an excuse to be seen in public. Otherwise people would have questions.
"So, are you and Malfoy friends now?" Ron asked out of nowhere.
"Hmmm? Sorry, what was the question?" Hermione blinked and came out of her thoughts.
"I asked if you and Malfoy are friends. Because you two are acting way too friendly for anything less." Ron shook his head.
"We are not friends Ron. Nor are we enemies. There's not really anything going on between us. All we have in common is Damien." Hermione shrugged.
"I guess you're right. Harry shouldn't be so worried about you two." Ron instantly slapped his hand over his mouth.
"What did you just say?" Hermione's head snapped.
"Nothing. I didn't say a thing." Ron shook his head.
"Maybe I should just ask Harry about what you just said. Whatever it is, it seems you weren't supposed to tell me. I highly doubt Harry would be thrilled to hear you have been spilling his secrets." Hermione smirked evilly.
"You wouldn't dare!" Ron gasped.
"Oh, but I would." Hermione grinned.
"Ok, but you can't tell Harry I told you this. If he knows that you know, say that it was obvious." Ron babbled.
"Get to the point Ron. I don't have all day." Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, Harry is worried about you. He is worried that Malfoy may have a crush on you and may try to do something to you. And to make matters worse, I think harry likes you. He hasn't said it to me in those words, but after being his best friend for five years I can tell when he likes someone. You can't tell him though Hermione!" Ron slowed down a bit.
"I won't. Not yet anyway." Hermione said the last part so softly Ron wasn't even sure he heard it.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione met Draco out on the field. He had Damien with him. Damien pulled at his leash as hard as he could. And after a few seconds Draco let go so Damien could greet Hermione.
"Hi baby!" Hermione smiled to the precious dog.
"Hello to you too babe." Draco smirked.
"Hey, you know I meant the little one. Besides, we can't talk like that in public places. Not until after dark." Hermione continued to pet Damien.
"Right. Normally I would suggest you start calling me an ass, and I call you a mudblood, but other then the fact that I don't want to call you that, people have noticed that we are being civil now." Draco sighed.
"Then we can be civil, but not as friendly as we have been. I'll explain more later, but not now. Right now we have work to do." Hermione sat down on a bench and pulled out paper and a quill.
"So, how has his appearance changed over the past week?" Draco asked.
"Well he has grown a bit taller. He is starting to get a little brown spot on his chest. And his horns are turning a darker shade of red." Hermione listed off her observations.
"And in the past few weeks, how has his behavior changed?" Draco inquired.
"Well, he has become much more social. He is more determined to make Crookshanks like him. And he likes chewing my stuff more." Hermione looked a little peeved as she mentioned the last one.
"Ok then other then that there's not much more to do until next week when training starts." Draco shrugged.
"So I guess I should go. I'll see you later then?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Yeah. Meet me in the common room at midnight. I want to be sure that no one else is up." He smiled.
"Ok. See ya." Hermione waved.
"Bye." He watched her walk off with Damien.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was going to stay up until midnight, but after all she had gone through in the past week, she was far too tired. She set her alarm clock for twelve and went to sleep with Damien snuggling into he stomach (now that he was tall enough to climb onto the bed).
So at midnight her alarm clock went off and she got up. She was too tired to change into her normal clothes and instead stayed in her pj's, which was a pair of black and red, plaid, flannel pants and a dark red tank top. She slid her feet into her pair of black fuzzy slippers and ran a brush through her hair quickly.
Then she walked sleepily out into the common room. No one was there yet so she lay down on her designated couch and waited for Draco. It was another two minutes before he came out.
Hermione looked him over. He wore black pants and a wife beater. And his hair was slightly messed up. Yet Hermione thought he looked very sexy.
"Um. . . so nice of you to finally grace me with your presence." Hermione mumbled.
"Tired I take it?" Draco smiled.
Hermione exaggerated a nod and smiled back a bit as her reply.
"We're you asleep?" He asked.
"Mmm Hmm." She sighed.
"Why don't you go back to bed. We can talk some other time." Draco suggested.
"No. I want to stay here and talk with you. And there was something that happened today, and I meant to tell you, but I don't remember what it was." Hermione softly sighed, irritated that she couldn't remember.
"It must not be too important. If it is it'll come back to you." He sat down on the floor so his face was eye level with hers.
"But I think it was important. It happened just before I went to see you." Hermione thought hard to find it.
"Do you remember who was there?" Draco questioned.
"Um, no. I think what it is, is that my brain isn't properly functioning at this time. Therefore, I can't remember it. So if I remember it at a time when you're not around I'll send you an owl." She shrugged, deciding to give up.
"Well, I would love to stay out here and talk to you, but it is obvious that you need rest. I don't feel like being responsible for you not being coherent in the morning. Come on, let's get you to bed." He helped her up.
"No, let's talk." She protested.
"Hermione, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow." He steered her towards her room.
He helped her into bed. After tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable he leaned over her. Draco wiped a few strands of hair from her face and kissed her gently on the forehead and then closed her door behind him.
A/N: Watcha think? Was it ok? I just wanted a fluffy chapter between the new couple. Aren't they so cute? You know what would be cuter though? If I had Tom Felton. Like that'll ever happen. I know, sad isn't it? Or am I the only one that wishes for him at night? Sorry, a bit off topic there. So review please. Seven will get you chapter eleven. Hey, that rimes!
A/N: Well, I didn't get seven reviews, but I just felt like posting. So I am.
It was Friday again. It had been four days since she had discovered that Draco had feelings for her, and had also discovered her own feelings for him. She had about two hours until they had to work on their project. That would give them an excuse to be seen in public. Otherwise people would have questions.
"So, are you and Malfoy friends now?" Ron asked out of nowhere.
"Hmmm? Sorry, what was the question?" Hermione blinked and came out of her thoughts.
"I asked if you and Malfoy are friends. Because you two are acting way too friendly for anything less." Ron shook his head.
"We are not friends Ron. Nor are we enemies. There's not really anything going on between us. All we have in common is Damien." Hermione shrugged.
"I guess you're right. Harry shouldn't be so worried about you two." Ron instantly slapped his hand over his mouth.
"What did you just say?" Hermione's head snapped.
"Nothing. I didn't say a thing." Ron shook his head.
"Maybe I should just ask Harry about what you just said. Whatever it is, it seems you weren't supposed to tell me. I highly doubt Harry would be thrilled to hear you have been spilling his secrets." Hermione smirked evilly.
"You wouldn't dare!" Ron gasped.
"Oh, but I would." Hermione grinned.
"Ok, but you can't tell Harry I told you this. If he knows that you know, say that it was obvious." Ron babbled.
"Get to the point Ron. I don't have all day." Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
"Well, Harry is worried about you. He is worried that Malfoy may have a crush on you and may try to do something to you. And to make matters worse, I think harry likes you. He hasn't said it to me in those words, but after being his best friend for five years I can tell when he likes someone. You can't tell him though Hermione!" Ron slowed down a bit.
"I won't. Not yet anyway." Hermione said the last part so softly Ron wasn't even sure he heard it.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione met Draco out on the field. He had Damien with him. Damien pulled at his leash as hard as he could. And after a few seconds Draco let go so Damien could greet Hermione.
"Hi baby!" Hermione smiled to the precious dog.
"Hello to you too babe." Draco smirked.
"Hey, you know I meant the little one. Besides, we can't talk like that in public places. Not until after dark." Hermione continued to pet Damien.
"Right. Normally I would suggest you start calling me an ass, and I call you a mudblood, but other then the fact that I don't want to call you that, people have noticed that we are being civil now." Draco sighed.
"Then we can be civil, but not as friendly as we have been. I'll explain more later, but not now. Right now we have work to do." Hermione sat down on a bench and pulled out paper and a quill.
"So, how has his appearance changed over the past week?" Draco asked.
"Well he has grown a bit taller. He is starting to get a little brown spot on his chest. And his horns are turning a darker shade of red." Hermione listed off her observations.
"And in the past few weeks, how has his behavior changed?" Draco inquired.
"Well, he has become much more social. He is more determined to make Crookshanks like him. And he likes chewing my stuff more." Hermione looked a little peeved as she mentioned the last one.
"Ok then other then that there's not much more to do until next week when training starts." Draco shrugged.
"So I guess I should go. I'll see you later then?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Yeah. Meet me in the common room at midnight. I want to be sure that no one else is up." He smiled.
"Ok. See ya." Hermione waved.
"Bye." He watched her walk off with Damien.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hermione was going to stay up until midnight, but after all she had gone through in the past week, she was far too tired. She set her alarm clock for twelve and went to sleep with Damien snuggling into he stomach (now that he was tall enough to climb onto the bed).
So at midnight her alarm clock went off and she got up. She was too tired to change into her normal clothes and instead stayed in her pj's, which was a pair of black and red, plaid, flannel pants and a dark red tank top. She slid her feet into her pair of black fuzzy slippers and ran a brush through her hair quickly.
Then she walked sleepily out into the common room. No one was there yet so she lay down on her designated couch and waited for Draco. It was another two minutes before he came out.
Hermione looked him over. He wore black pants and a wife beater. And his hair was slightly messed up. Yet Hermione thought he looked very sexy.
"Um. . . so nice of you to finally grace me with your presence." Hermione mumbled.
"Tired I take it?" Draco smiled.
Hermione exaggerated a nod and smiled back a bit as her reply.
"We're you asleep?" He asked.
"Mmm Hmm." She sighed.
"Why don't you go back to bed. We can talk some other time." Draco suggested.
"No. I want to stay here and talk with you. And there was something that happened today, and I meant to tell you, but I don't remember what it was." Hermione softly sighed, irritated that she couldn't remember.
"It must not be too important. If it is it'll come back to you." He sat down on the floor so his face was eye level with hers.
"But I think it was important. It happened just before I went to see you." Hermione thought hard to find it.
"Do you remember who was there?" Draco questioned.
"Um, no. I think what it is, is that my brain isn't properly functioning at this time. Therefore, I can't remember it. So if I remember it at a time when you're not around I'll send you an owl." She shrugged, deciding to give up.
"Well, I would love to stay out here and talk to you, but it is obvious that you need rest. I don't feel like being responsible for you not being coherent in the morning. Come on, let's get you to bed." He helped her up.
"No, let's talk." She protested.
"Hermione, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow." He steered her towards her room.
He helped her into bed. After tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable he leaned over her. Draco wiped a few strands of hair from her face and kissed her gently on the forehead and then closed her door behind him.
A/N: Watcha think? Was it ok? I just wanted a fluffy chapter between the new couple. Aren't they so cute? You know what would be cuter though? If I had Tom Felton. Like that'll ever happen. I know, sad isn't it? Or am I the only one that wishes for him at night? Sorry, a bit off topic there. So review please. Seven will get you chapter eleven. Hey, that rimes!