[2 months later: Hermione is absorbed in schoolwork and head girl duties.
Malfoy
has deeper feelings for Hermione. Harry is as happy as a bird,
or maybe not.]
Harry's POV
Harry was in his room writing a letter to Ron. Hermione never seemed to be happy to be with him. Every smile she gave him, and every kiss they shared seemed to be forced. Maybe she wasn't in love with him anymore.
Dear Ron,
Hermione always seems so sad when she is with me. I keep wondering if I am doing something wrong. I don't want to make her unhappy. Maybe I should break up with her? She never tells me what's wrong even though I ask her. Please reply ASAP. I really need advice.
-Harry P.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat on her bed, staring blankly into space. She would never ever love Harry as a boyfriend, but she didn't want to break up with him and break his heart. Everyone was telling her what a cute couple they are and how she had changed Harry so much. They constantly went on and on about how he had finally found someone to love and someone who loved him back. Hermione often thought that maybe she did love Harry as a boyfriend. He's smart, funny....she started rambling off the old list again, the one she would remember every time she found her mind drifting off to someone else. There was something missing though, something that she couldn't figure out.
Over the past few months, Hermione had seen the other side of Malfoy, a soft and kind personality trying to get out of its mask. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from him at dinner, and every smirk he sent in her direction sent chills up her spine. Still, Hermione pretended to be the perfect girlfriend to Harry, because she couldn't stand hurting him.
"Granger?" Malfoy's voice floated up the stairs. "We have a prefect and head meeting in 2 minutes with Dumbledore and McGonagall. We are going to be late! What in the bloody hell are you doing?"
Hermione groaned. She heard Malfoy running up the stairs, and a second later his head popped around her door.
"Being a lazy git again?" He smirked.
"O shut the bloody hell up, Malfoy." Hermione snapped and tossed a pillow at his head.
Sharing a dorm with Malfoy had indeed brought them closer together. There existed an unspoken truce between them. Malfoy no longer called her a Mudblood, and she no longer called him "ferret boy". They had also seized to quarrel every time they met. Sure, they weren't on first-name terms yet, but they could no longer be considered worst enemies.
Draco's POV
Draco and Granger walked to the Great Hall together. When they got there, they found Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, and all of the Prefects already seated.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger," Dumbledore smiled, eye twinkling, "Please, have a seat."
Draco saw Granger blush out of the corner of his eye, and he had to suppress a smirked.
"Well, as you all should know, this is the 500th year anniversary of Hogwarts," began Dumbledore, "and to celebrate this event, we have decided to host a dinner and a ball. It will be a muggle style ball, so everyone may wear whatever they wish. As Heads and Prefects, you will plan and host everything. Make sure to meet and discuss this. I will announce this tonight at dinner." He paused and winked. "Now, Prefects, you are dismissed."
"As for you two," Dumbledore chuckled after the Prefects had left, "as Head boy and Girl, you are expected to go together, as a couple. Now you may leave."
Draco and Hermione both looked horrified, though Draco's look of horror was feigned. Draco smiled to himself and looked toward Hermione, who had turned a bright shade of red, and was still stuck to her seat. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Aww..I won't bite..hard."
"Ewww...." Hermione groaned and left.
Hermione's POV
*That's great, just great! * Hermione bit her lip, thinking hard. *Harry is going to flip when he hears about this. I have to break this to him slowly, but how? * Somehow she was glad she wouldn't have to go with Harry. *Harry doesn't deserve me, he deserves someone who will love him, and I can't give him that kind of love. *
[Later that night in the Great Hall, at dinner]
Dumbledore stood up.
"I have an announcement to make," he cleared his throat, "as you all know, this is the 500th year anniversary of Hogwarts, and we are going to celebrate by having a huge feast and a ball afterwards. The dress is muggle style, but you can wear anything you wish. Everyone is invited!"
Everyone started talking at once. The girls were all asking each other who they wanted to go with. "So what do you think you're going to wear?" "How are you going to wear your hair?" "Who do you think will ask you? " The guys were all asking each other who they were going to take.
"So are you going with Harry?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"Um, actually I have to go with Malfoy." Hermione winced.
"Good one! You almost got me there!" Ginny laughed so hard pumpkin juice came out of her nose.
"I'm not joking, Ginny!"
"What?! The Head boy and Head girl crap, huh? When are you going to tell him? You have to tell him, you know? He deserves it! That bastard Malfoy, I would beat him up if I could."
"I don't know," Hermione sighed, "I really don't know."
"You should tell him now, and get it over with."
"He will hurt Dra- Malfoy."
"What do you care? Malfoy has hurt you more than Harry will ever be able to hurt him."
"Fine, I'll tell him after dinner."
"Good idea, the sooner the better. Definitely don't wait until he asks you to bring it up! Promise we can go look for a dress together?" Ginny grinned.
"Yea, I promise." Hermione couldn't help but smile, she knew could always confide in Ginny and go to her for advice.
has deeper feelings for Hermione. Harry is as happy as a bird,
or maybe not.]
Harry's POV
Harry was in his room writing a letter to Ron. Hermione never seemed to be happy to be with him. Every smile she gave him, and every kiss they shared seemed to be forced. Maybe she wasn't in love with him anymore.
Dear Ron,
Hermione always seems so sad when she is with me. I keep wondering if I am doing something wrong. I don't want to make her unhappy. Maybe I should break up with her? She never tells me what's wrong even though I ask her. Please reply ASAP. I really need advice.
-Harry P.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat on her bed, staring blankly into space. She would never ever love Harry as a boyfriend, but she didn't want to break up with him and break his heart. Everyone was telling her what a cute couple they are and how she had changed Harry so much. They constantly went on and on about how he had finally found someone to love and someone who loved him back. Hermione often thought that maybe she did love Harry as a boyfriend. He's smart, funny....she started rambling off the old list again, the one she would remember every time she found her mind drifting off to someone else. There was something missing though, something that she couldn't figure out.
Over the past few months, Hermione had seen the other side of Malfoy, a soft and kind personality trying to get out of its mask. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from him at dinner, and every smirk he sent in her direction sent chills up her spine. Still, Hermione pretended to be the perfect girlfriend to Harry, because she couldn't stand hurting him.
"Granger?" Malfoy's voice floated up the stairs. "We have a prefect and head meeting in 2 minutes with Dumbledore and McGonagall. We are going to be late! What in the bloody hell are you doing?"
Hermione groaned. She heard Malfoy running up the stairs, and a second later his head popped around her door.
"Being a lazy git again?" He smirked.
"O shut the bloody hell up, Malfoy." Hermione snapped and tossed a pillow at his head.
Sharing a dorm with Malfoy had indeed brought them closer together. There existed an unspoken truce between them. Malfoy no longer called her a Mudblood, and she no longer called him "ferret boy". They had also seized to quarrel every time they met. Sure, they weren't on first-name terms yet, but they could no longer be considered worst enemies.
Draco's POV
Draco and Granger walked to the Great Hall together. When they got there, they found Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, and all of the Prefects already seated.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger," Dumbledore smiled, eye twinkling, "Please, have a seat."
Draco saw Granger blush out of the corner of his eye, and he had to suppress a smirked.
"Well, as you all should know, this is the 500th year anniversary of Hogwarts," began Dumbledore, "and to celebrate this event, we have decided to host a dinner and a ball. It will be a muggle style ball, so everyone may wear whatever they wish. As Heads and Prefects, you will plan and host everything. Make sure to meet and discuss this. I will announce this tonight at dinner." He paused and winked. "Now, Prefects, you are dismissed."
"As for you two," Dumbledore chuckled after the Prefects had left, "as Head boy and Girl, you are expected to go together, as a couple. Now you may leave."
Draco and Hermione both looked horrified, though Draco's look of horror was feigned. Draco smiled to himself and looked toward Hermione, who had turned a bright shade of red, and was still stuck to her seat. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Aww..I won't bite..hard."
"Ewww...." Hermione groaned and left.
Hermione's POV
*That's great, just great! * Hermione bit her lip, thinking hard. *Harry is going to flip when he hears about this. I have to break this to him slowly, but how? * Somehow she was glad she wouldn't have to go with Harry. *Harry doesn't deserve me, he deserves someone who will love him, and I can't give him that kind of love. *
[Later that night in the Great Hall, at dinner]
Dumbledore stood up.
"I have an announcement to make," he cleared his throat, "as you all know, this is the 500th year anniversary of Hogwarts, and we are going to celebrate by having a huge feast and a ball afterwards. The dress is muggle style, but you can wear anything you wish. Everyone is invited!"
Everyone started talking at once. The girls were all asking each other who they wanted to go with. "So what do you think you're going to wear?" "How are you going to wear your hair?" "Who do you think will ask you? " The guys were all asking each other who they were going to take.
"So are you going with Harry?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"Um, actually I have to go with Malfoy." Hermione winced.
"Good one! You almost got me there!" Ginny laughed so hard pumpkin juice came out of her nose.
"I'm not joking, Ginny!"
"What?! The Head boy and Head girl crap, huh? When are you going to tell him? You have to tell him, you know? He deserves it! That bastard Malfoy, I would beat him up if I could."
"I don't know," Hermione sighed, "I really don't know."
"You should tell him now, and get it over with."
"He will hurt Dra- Malfoy."
"What do you care? Malfoy has hurt you more than Harry will ever be able to hurt him."
"Fine, I'll tell him after dinner."
"Good idea, the sooner the better. Definitely don't wait until he asks you to bring it up! Promise we can go look for a dress together?" Ginny grinned.
"Yea, I promise." Hermione couldn't help but smile, she knew could always confide in Ginny and go to her for advice.