Disclaimer: Like I keep telling you people, I do not own anything in this
story besides Damien.
A/N: It gets better. The next chapter should be very interesting.
In the morning Hermione woke up with a yawn. It took her a minute to remember that Draco had tucked her in. she smiled, thinking how sweet he was.
She decided to do something different with her hair that morning. She pulled all her hair products out of a drawer. She placed dark red streaks through her hair, and curled it.
Then since it was the weekend and they didn't have to wear school robes, she searched her closet for a cute outfit. She chose a pair of tight black hip huggers, and a dark red tank top.
After applying a bit of makeup Hermione took Damien and went to get breakfast. She sat down across from Harry and Ron. They were talking up a storm and never noticed Hermione for the first ten minutes. So she ignored them and ate. Her glance wandered and eventually her eyes landed on Draco.
At that moment he looked up and saw her. He smiled a bit and Hermione smiled back as much as she could without anyone noticing. He then winked at her and continued his meal. She wore a happy grin upon her face for the next few minutes.
"What are you so happy about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Hermione answered wiping the grin from her face.
"Really, then you just had a giant smirk on your face for nothing?" Harry questioned.
"No, there is a reason. I just don't feel like telling it now. I would have told you when I came in, but you ignored me, so it was apparent to me that you wouldn't care." Hermione shrugged.
"No. Tell me Hermione. I'm listening. Really I am." Harry pleaded.
Hermione made no reply whatsoever.
"Ok, if you won't tell me, then I'll guess." Harry stated.
"Go ahead. You'll never get it." She shrugged.
"Did the library get some new books?" He asked.
"Nope." She shook her head.
"Did you find out the score of last weeks potions test in advance?" He wondered.
"Not even close." She sighed with boredom.
"Ok, does it involve a guy?" Harry seemed a little bit worried.
"Yup." Hermione nodded.
"Is it someone you like? Does someone like you? Both?" Harry questioned.
"I guess you could say that." She vaguely stated.
"Who is he?" harry demanded.
"Like I'm gonna tell you!" Hermione laughed.
"Ron? Seamus? Dean?" Harry listed.
"Nope, no, and that's funny!" Hermione smirked.
"Is he in this room?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Hermione exaggerated her nod.
"What house is he in?" Harry pleaded.
"Look, I've told you enough already. All I can say is that it is someone that you know." Hermione replied and then left to take Damien for a walk.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That afternoon everyone was outside doing some sort of outdoor activity. It gave Hermione the perfect chance to see Draco. No one would be back inside for another half an hour.
Draco came out of his room wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white tee. His hair was different. Instead of using what Hermione assumed was an entire bottle of gel in his hair, he had parted it down the middle. Hermione thought he looked quite cute.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hey." He sat down next to her.
"Everyone else is outside right now. I thought this would be a good time to talk." Hermione stated.
"Ok." He nodded.
"Ok, this is going to sound really lame, but after I saw you this morning I was smiling for a few minutes, and Harry noticed. He asked a lot of questions and was very curious. He wanted to know why I was smiling, and he figured out that it was a guy and asked about it. He really wanted to know who it was." Hermione sighed.
"I think he likes you. Every time I look over at you in class I notice that he is watching you." Draco seemed a little worried.
"I think you are right. That was what I meant to tell you last night. I talked to Ron yesterday, and he said that he thinks Harry likes me. He of all people would know. The bad thing is that he said Harry was suspicious of us. Harry has a feeling that you like me, and he thinks you are going to try and hit on me soon." Hermione leaned back into her seat.
"Well, he's right. A little late though." Draco laughed.
"But what do you want me to do? He likes me and is probably going to do something about it soon." Hermione sighed.
"Well, if he asks you out tell him you have to think about it. Then the next time you see him tell him that you can't. If anything were to happen, it would ruin your relationship, or it would be like dating your brother! That'll kill him!" Draco seemed to like the idea of the last one.
"I guess so." Hermione sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it Hermione. Soon, when we really get to know one another, we'll tell them. Then we won't have to hide it." He kissed her forehead.
"I hope so, but what about your father? What would he do? Surely he wouldn't be pleased to hear that his son is dating a mudblood." Hermione looked away.
Draco reached over and gently grabbed her chin. He forced her to look at him. And he leaned in to kiss her. His lips softly pressed to hers. And then he kissed her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her ears and her neck. Then he pressed his lips to hers once more.
"You are not a mudblood. There is nothing dirty about you or your blood, and I don't care about what my father thinks. He can kiss my ass if he has a problem. Besides, I don't think he'll be a problem." Draco smiled at his last statement.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Ok, Voldemort is on his deathbed. After fighting Harry over the summer he is very week. He won't live to see February. He has however, made it quite clear that I am to be the next. . ." Then he paused, not sure if he wanted to finish his sentance due to fear of scaring Hermione.
"You mean the next dark lord?" Hermione stuttered.
"Please don't be mad Hermione. I'm not evil, I swear." Draco looked scared.
"So does this mean you are going to decline the offer? Or does it mean you are going to become the next Voldemort?" Hermione hissed.
"Would you stop that!? It's not like that! I'm going to play along until he dies, then I'm going to turn them all in. Snape and Dumbledore are in on this with me." Draco explained.
"So, you aren't going to hurt anyone?" Hermione arched her eyebrow.
"No, and Voldemort told everyone not to attack just muggleborns anymore. Kill all that defy us, but don't worry. If they find out and get mad, then I'll just tell them that I mean for you to rule alongside me. They will leave you alone." Draco nodded.
"Ok, as long as you have this all under control." Hermione sighed.
"I do." Draco nodded.
Then Hermione sighed and curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. They had nothing more to say. So they spent their last ten minutes silently and peacefully.
A/N: I hope you liked that one. Please review. If I get seven you will get chapter twelve. So send in those reviews. And if you need something to read while you wait, read my other stories. If you like this one, I think you'll like that one.
A/N: It gets better. The next chapter should be very interesting.
In the morning Hermione woke up with a yawn. It took her a minute to remember that Draco had tucked her in. she smiled, thinking how sweet he was.
She decided to do something different with her hair that morning. She pulled all her hair products out of a drawer. She placed dark red streaks through her hair, and curled it.
Then since it was the weekend and they didn't have to wear school robes, she searched her closet for a cute outfit. She chose a pair of tight black hip huggers, and a dark red tank top.
After applying a bit of makeup Hermione took Damien and went to get breakfast. She sat down across from Harry and Ron. They were talking up a storm and never noticed Hermione for the first ten minutes. So she ignored them and ate. Her glance wandered and eventually her eyes landed on Draco.
At that moment he looked up and saw her. He smiled a bit and Hermione smiled back as much as she could without anyone noticing. He then winked at her and continued his meal. She wore a happy grin upon her face for the next few minutes.
"What are you so happy about Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Hermione answered wiping the grin from her face.
"Really, then you just had a giant smirk on your face for nothing?" Harry questioned.
"No, there is a reason. I just don't feel like telling it now. I would have told you when I came in, but you ignored me, so it was apparent to me that you wouldn't care." Hermione shrugged.
"No. Tell me Hermione. I'm listening. Really I am." Harry pleaded.
Hermione made no reply whatsoever.
"Ok, if you won't tell me, then I'll guess." Harry stated.
"Go ahead. You'll never get it." She shrugged.
"Did the library get some new books?" He asked.
"Nope." She shook her head.
"Did you find out the score of last weeks potions test in advance?" He wondered.
"Not even close." She sighed with boredom.
"Ok, does it involve a guy?" Harry seemed a little bit worried.
"Yup." Hermione nodded.
"Is it someone you like? Does someone like you? Both?" Harry questioned.
"I guess you could say that." She vaguely stated.
"Who is he?" harry demanded.
"Like I'm gonna tell you!" Hermione laughed.
"Ron? Seamus? Dean?" Harry listed.
"Nope, no, and that's funny!" Hermione smirked.
"Is he in this room?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Hermione exaggerated her nod.
"What house is he in?" Harry pleaded.
"Look, I've told you enough already. All I can say is that it is someone that you know." Hermione replied and then left to take Damien for a walk.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
That afternoon everyone was outside doing some sort of outdoor activity. It gave Hermione the perfect chance to see Draco. No one would be back inside for another half an hour.
Draco came out of his room wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white tee. His hair was different. Instead of using what Hermione assumed was an entire bottle of gel in his hair, he had parted it down the middle. Hermione thought he looked quite cute.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hey." He sat down next to her.
"Everyone else is outside right now. I thought this would be a good time to talk." Hermione stated.
"Ok." He nodded.
"Ok, this is going to sound really lame, but after I saw you this morning I was smiling for a few minutes, and Harry noticed. He asked a lot of questions and was very curious. He wanted to know why I was smiling, and he figured out that it was a guy and asked about it. He really wanted to know who it was." Hermione sighed.
"I think he likes you. Every time I look over at you in class I notice that he is watching you." Draco seemed a little worried.
"I think you are right. That was what I meant to tell you last night. I talked to Ron yesterday, and he said that he thinks Harry likes me. He of all people would know. The bad thing is that he said Harry was suspicious of us. Harry has a feeling that you like me, and he thinks you are going to try and hit on me soon." Hermione leaned back into her seat.
"Well, he's right. A little late though." Draco laughed.
"But what do you want me to do? He likes me and is probably going to do something about it soon." Hermione sighed.
"Well, if he asks you out tell him you have to think about it. Then the next time you see him tell him that you can't. If anything were to happen, it would ruin your relationship, or it would be like dating your brother! That'll kill him!" Draco seemed to like the idea of the last one.
"I guess so." Hermione sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it Hermione. Soon, when we really get to know one another, we'll tell them. Then we won't have to hide it." He kissed her forehead.
"I hope so, but what about your father? What would he do? Surely he wouldn't be pleased to hear that his son is dating a mudblood." Hermione looked away.
Draco reached over and gently grabbed her chin. He forced her to look at him. And he leaned in to kiss her. His lips softly pressed to hers. And then he kissed her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her ears and her neck. Then he pressed his lips to hers once more.
"You are not a mudblood. There is nothing dirty about you or your blood, and I don't care about what my father thinks. He can kiss my ass if he has a problem. Besides, I don't think he'll be a problem." Draco smiled at his last statement.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Ok, Voldemort is on his deathbed. After fighting Harry over the summer he is very week. He won't live to see February. He has however, made it quite clear that I am to be the next. . ." Then he paused, not sure if he wanted to finish his sentance due to fear of scaring Hermione.
"You mean the next dark lord?" Hermione stuttered.
"Please don't be mad Hermione. I'm not evil, I swear." Draco looked scared.
"So does this mean you are going to decline the offer? Or does it mean you are going to become the next Voldemort?" Hermione hissed.
"Would you stop that!? It's not like that! I'm going to play along until he dies, then I'm going to turn them all in. Snape and Dumbledore are in on this with me." Draco explained.
"So, you aren't going to hurt anyone?" Hermione arched her eyebrow.
"No, and Voldemort told everyone not to attack just muggleborns anymore. Kill all that defy us, but don't worry. If they find out and get mad, then I'll just tell them that I mean for you to rule alongside me. They will leave you alone." Draco nodded.
"Ok, as long as you have this all under control." Hermione sighed.
"I do." Draco nodded.
Then Hermione sighed and curled up against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. They had nothing more to say. So they spent their last ten minutes silently and peacefully.
A/N: I hope you liked that one. Please review. If I get seven you will get chapter twelve. So send in those reviews. And if you need something to read while you wait, read my other stories. If you like this one, I think you'll like that one.