Hermione's POV
Over the next few days, Hermione avoided Harry, which was very simple, because apparently, he was avoiding her too. She often wondered why she had gone out with him in the first place. At meals, Harry would flash her a small sad grin, then ignore her for the rest of the meal. Sometimes she would look up to see him watching her, but then he would look away.
"Harry, can we be friends again?" Hermione asked him finally one day, upon meeting him in the hallway between classes.
"Hermione, I can't just be friends, I care about you a lot more than just friends." He stalked away down the hall.
"I miss you, Harry, I miss laughing at jokes with you, and going to you for advice. Please. Please be friends again?" Hermione ran to catch up with his long strides.
Harry sighed, he couldn't bear watching her beg him. "Fine."
"Thank you, welcome back." Hermione hugged him.
Harry's POV
Harry looked at her. He thought sadly to himself. *I lost her, but then again, how could I loose something I never had? * He was glad that Hermione still wanted to be friends. He wanted that too, but he couldn't muster up enough courage to tell her.
"Harry, would you mind if I went out with someone else?"
"No." He faked an unconcerned look.
"Really?"
"Sure. May I ask you who that someone is?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Harry guffawed. "You are not serious."
"I am serious. We love each other, you said so yourself. Besides, he did hint that he wanted to ask me out."
"No! Anyone else I wouldn't mind."
"Harry, I thought we were friends. Friends support each other."
"Friends don't date their friend's enemies."
"Fine, you know what?" Hermione shot back, "I take back what I said. I don't want us to be friends, and I am going to date Draco."
"FINE! Just leave me alone." Harry whirled around and stormed in the opposite direction.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched Harry's retreating back. "Harry..wait..wait for me," she felt a lump in her throat, and she lost her words.
Hermione wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She had lost her best friend of seven years over a stupid fight for a stupid reason. She sniffled, trying to keep her tears from pouring out and sulked back to her dorm. She entered her room in distress, blindly throwing her school bag somewhere on the floor. Hermione leaned against the wall and sighed. A sweet aroma aroused her from her spot against the wall.
Awaiting her on her bed was a bouquet of black roses, charmed so that the beads of dew did not roll off and wet the bed, but stayed on the petals, shining like diamonds against soft velvet. Propped up next to the bouquet was a beautiful white card. She picked up the card and read it.
[card]
Dear Hermione,
I know I promised that I would give you a few weeks and it has only been one week, but I couldn't wait. Will you be my girlfriend?
Always Yours,
Draco Malfoy
[end of card]
Hermione heard the portrait door opening and rushed down the stairs. Draco had just sat down at his desk and pulled out a scroll of parchment.
"Draco?"
"Uh-huh."
She grabbed him around the neck and gave him a hug. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Draco's POV
Draco lifted Hermione up on to his lap. "I'd love to be your boyfriend." He took her chin in his hand and drew her in for a kiss. Hermione leaned in and moved her arms around his neck, while Draco held her around the waist. Through their kiss, they expressed all the love and passion they had for each other. The long passionate kiss ended, only followed by a slow romantic kiss. Finally, Draco pulled apart from Hermione, his lips still lingering gently on her's.
"I love you," Draco murmured, kissing her forehead.
"I love you more," Hermione whispered.
"No, I do."
"No! I do."
"Fine, we love each other the same!" Draco tapped her nose with his index finger.
"Agreed!" Hermione laughed at their childish argument.
"Ten already? I got to get to bed, a long day tomorrow!" She suddenly brought up.
They separated unwillingly and bid each other good night.
Draco sat glued to his seat, replaying the kiss over and over, not able to shake the sweet taste of her lips from his head.
"Draco!" A voice called from somewhere in the room. "Over here!"
Draco turned to look at the fireplace, a small gasp of surprise escaping from his mouth. His father's head was floating in the flames. "Father?"
"Yes," Lucius Malfoy snapped, "Listen, you are to get your Dark Mark on the 10th of January. You will have to go through the usual tests of loyalty and such. Meet me back here in your common room at eleven, and make sure no one sees you."
"Father, you don't write to me for three months, and now all of a sudden you pop up in my fireplace and expect me to become a Death Eater like you? I don't want to be a Death Eater, and I won't!"
"Don't defy me, boy!" Lucius Malfoy's head roared.
"Shut up, you will wake Her-Granger up!" Draco hissed, muttering to himself, "and if I'm lucky, the rest of the school too."
"Oh, your little mudblood girlfriend?"
"Draco? Who are you talking to?" Hermione called from the top of her stairs, her eyes half closed.
"Well, I have some business I have to tend to." And with a pop Lucius Malfoy's head disappeared from the flames.
"Uh..no one, honey. Go back to bed." Draco lied.
"I swear on Merlin's beard I saw your father's head floating in the flames a second ago," Hermione exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was woken up by the loud conversation issuing from the common room. Who could be visiting so late, she wondered. She slid out of her warm blankets and shuffled towards the door, groping for the doorknob, too lazy to get her wand. Finding it, she opened the door and looked down into the common room. Draco was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, muttering to himself, and.. *Holy shit, was that his dad's head levitating in the flames?! *
"Draco? Who are you talking to?" Hermione called from the top of her stairs, her eyes half closed.
"Uh..no one, honey. Go back to bed." *I swear I saw his dad. Probably something about the Death Mark, most Death Eaters do get it when they turn 17. *
"I swear on Merlin's beard I saw your father's head floating in the flames a second ago," Hermione exclaimed, rubbing her eyes. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
Draco lowered himself onto the couch and patted the seat next to him. "Come here."
Hermione jumped on the couch and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"My father wants be to get the Dark Mark, but I don't want to. I have to though, because if I don't, he will hurt you. He knows that by hurting you, he will hurt me too."
"That's awful, couldn't you go to Dumbledore for help?"
"If my father ever found out, he'd kill me. He seems to be planning something big and dangerous, but why would he tell me? I am a disappointment, the black sheep of the family. My father is always going on and on about how he wishes I were more like my older brother."
"Aw.." Hermione rubbed her hand down his back. She felt the hard- toned muscles rippling under his shirt and snuggled closer to him. *He makes me feel so safe and secure. *
"Phyl this. Phyl that. Oh yea, by the way Phyl..blah blah blah. I am so sick of all of this. I just want to get through Hogwarts and start a business on my own. Screw Voldemort and all his little Death Eaters."
Draco's POV
Draco looked down to see Hermione had already gone back to sleep, her arms secured tightly around him. *Well, guess I won't be going anywhere then. *
"Accio blanket." Draco called his blankets from his room and grabbed
them from where they were hanging in midair. He wrapped himself and Hermione up and fell asleep, one arm around Hermione and one arm propping his head up on the armrest.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window blinding her eyes. She looked around, not remembering anything from the night before, and panicked. Slowly, the events from last night rushed back into her mind. She saw that she was wrapped up in dark green blankets on the sofa, with Draco still sleeping next to her. Both his arms were around her waist, making it impossible for her to get off the couch. Carefully, Hermione unclasped his hands and slipped away, rearranging the blankets around Draco. She tiptoed up to her room and dressed, wanting to bring some breakfast back for both of them before Draco woke up.
Draco's POV
Draco felt Hermione slip out from under his arms and walk away. He groped for her, but couldn't feel her warmth. Sitting up, Draco saw Hermione already dressed, walking down her stairs.
"Hey, you're up," she said softly.
"Where are you going?" he groaned.
"Going to get some breakfast. Come on sleepy head, get up, it's a Saturday! We have plenty of things to do." Hermione pecked him on the cheek, and walked out of the dorm.
Draco yawned and stretched out his arms and legs. He smiled, thinking about how close they had been, sleeping together on the couch last night.
Hermione's POV
Hermione smiled, thinking about how their two bodies had been so close. She quickened her pace, practically running into the Great Hall.
"Hey Hermione, you look happy today." Ginny beamed at her.
"I couldn't be happier."
"Wanna tell me?"
"Draco and I are going out. You won't believe how he asked me. It was so sweet."
Ginny shot Hermione a look of disbelief. "You would choose him over Harry?"
"Ginny, please don't start it with me, Harry and I will never be more than just friends."
"He loves you!"
"Draco loves me too."
"How can you trust him? After all those things he said to you, and everything he did to you. Harry has always been there for you."
"Harry knows we will never work out."
"Hermione, I hope you know what you are doing."
Hermione loaded a plate with crossants and bagels, charmed two mugs of coffee with a no-spill spell, and walked slowly out of the Great Hall, trying not to tip anything over.
"Here, let me help you with that." Draco walked up to her and took the plate and a mug from her hands.
"I was going to take them up for you," Hermione pouted.
"We can take them up together." Draco smiled.
"Mm..thanks." Hermione leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
Harry's POV
Harry was walking around the corner to the Great Hall when he saw Malfoy walking towards him. Instinctively, he hid behind a statue of a three-eyed goblin. Peering out, he saw Malfoy walking up to Hermione and taking a mug and plate from her. Then he watched as Hermione smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. *Gee, she never looked that happy to see me. *
He stood up and dusted off his robes.
"Harry?" He looked up and saw Hermione looking quizzically at him.
Harry walked as dignifiedly as he could past them, nodding slightly without even looking at Hermione, and entered the Great Hall.
Ginny's POV
*How could Hermione do such a horrible thing to Harry? Anyone would be lucky to go out with Harry. I would know. I've only had a crush on him for the last six years!! I will never have a chance with him. He only looks on me as a younger sister. He even confided in me that he would never love again. He said would only love Hermione. This is how she treats him? By breaking up with him and then going out with that bastard, Malfoy? * Ginny was absorbed in thought.
"Hey, would you mind if I sat here?" Ginny looked into Harry's emerald eyes.
"No, go ahead."
"I just saw Hermione with Malfoy. They looked so happy together." Harry's eyes welled up with tears. *Why is he still thinking of her? There are so many better candidates than her out in the wizarding world. *
"Harry, you have to get over her!"
"I can't." A tear rolled down his cheek.
Over the next few days, Hermione avoided Harry, which was very simple, because apparently, he was avoiding her too. She often wondered why she had gone out with him in the first place. At meals, Harry would flash her a small sad grin, then ignore her for the rest of the meal. Sometimes she would look up to see him watching her, but then he would look away.
"Harry, can we be friends again?" Hermione asked him finally one day, upon meeting him in the hallway between classes.
"Hermione, I can't just be friends, I care about you a lot more than just friends." He stalked away down the hall.
"I miss you, Harry, I miss laughing at jokes with you, and going to you for advice. Please. Please be friends again?" Hermione ran to catch up with his long strides.
Harry sighed, he couldn't bear watching her beg him. "Fine."
"Thank you, welcome back." Hermione hugged him.
Harry's POV
Harry looked at her. He thought sadly to himself. *I lost her, but then again, how could I loose something I never had? * He was glad that Hermione still wanted to be friends. He wanted that too, but he couldn't muster up enough courage to tell her.
"Harry, would you mind if I went out with someone else?"
"No." He faked an unconcerned look.
"Really?"
"Sure. May I ask you who that someone is?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Harry guffawed. "You are not serious."
"I am serious. We love each other, you said so yourself. Besides, he did hint that he wanted to ask me out."
"No! Anyone else I wouldn't mind."
"Harry, I thought we were friends. Friends support each other."
"Friends don't date their friend's enemies."
"Fine, you know what?" Hermione shot back, "I take back what I said. I don't want us to be friends, and I am going to date Draco."
"FINE! Just leave me alone." Harry whirled around and stormed in the opposite direction.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched Harry's retreating back. "Harry..wait..wait for me," she felt a lump in her throat, and she lost her words.
Hermione wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She had lost her best friend of seven years over a stupid fight for a stupid reason. She sniffled, trying to keep her tears from pouring out and sulked back to her dorm. She entered her room in distress, blindly throwing her school bag somewhere on the floor. Hermione leaned against the wall and sighed. A sweet aroma aroused her from her spot against the wall.
Awaiting her on her bed was a bouquet of black roses, charmed so that the beads of dew did not roll off and wet the bed, but stayed on the petals, shining like diamonds against soft velvet. Propped up next to the bouquet was a beautiful white card. She picked up the card and read it.
[card]
Dear Hermione,
I know I promised that I would give you a few weeks and it has only been one week, but I couldn't wait. Will you be my girlfriend?
Always Yours,
Draco Malfoy
[end of card]
Hermione heard the portrait door opening and rushed down the stairs. Draco had just sat down at his desk and pulled out a scroll of parchment.
"Draco?"
"Uh-huh."
She grabbed him around the neck and gave him a hug. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Draco's POV
Draco lifted Hermione up on to his lap. "I'd love to be your boyfriend." He took her chin in his hand and drew her in for a kiss. Hermione leaned in and moved her arms around his neck, while Draco held her around the waist. Through their kiss, they expressed all the love and passion they had for each other. The long passionate kiss ended, only followed by a slow romantic kiss. Finally, Draco pulled apart from Hermione, his lips still lingering gently on her's.
"I love you," Draco murmured, kissing her forehead.
"I love you more," Hermione whispered.
"No, I do."
"No! I do."
"Fine, we love each other the same!" Draco tapped her nose with his index finger.
"Agreed!" Hermione laughed at their childish argument.
"Ten already? I got to get to bed, a long day tomorrow!" She suddenly brought up.
They separated unwillingly and bid each other good night.
Draco sat glued to his seat, replaying the kiss over and over, not able to shake the sweet taste of her lips from his head.
"Draco!" A voice called from somewhere in the room. "Over here!"
Draco turned to look at the fireplace, a small gasp of surprise escaping from his mouth. His father's head was floating in the flames. "Father?"
"Yes," Lucius Malfoy snapped, "Listen, you are to get your Dark Mark on the 10th of January. You will have to go through the usual tests of loyalty and such. Meet me back here in your common room at eleven, and make sure no one sees you."
"Father, you don't write to me for three months, and now all of a sudden you pop up in my fireplace and expect me to become a Death Eater like you? I don't want to be a Death Eater, and I won't!"
"Don't defy me, boy!" Lucius Malfoy's head roared.
"Shut up, you will wake Her-Granger up!" Draco hissed, muttering to himself, "and if I'm lucky, the rest of the school too."
"Oh, your little mudblood girlfriend?"
"Draco? Who are you talking to?" Hermione called from the top of her stairs, her eyes half closed.
"Well, I have some business I have to tend to." And with a pop Lucius Malfoy's head disappeared from the flames.
"Uh..no one, honey. Go back to bed." Draco lied.
"I swear on Merlin's beard I saw your father's head floating in the flames a second ago," Hermione exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was woken up by the loud conversation issuing from the common room. Who could be visiting so late, she wondered. She slid out of her warm blankets and shuffled towards the door, groping for the doorknob, too lazy to get her wand. Finding it, she opened the door and looked down into the common room. Draco was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, muttering to himself, and.. *Holy shit, was that his dad's head levitating in the flames?! *
"Draco? Who are you talking to?" Hermione called from the top of her stairs, her eyes half closed.
"Uh..no one, honey. Go back to bed." *I swear I saw his dad. Probably something about the Death Mark, most Death Eaters do get it when they turn 17. *
"I swear on Merlin's beard I saw your father's head floating in the flames a second ago," Hermione exclaimed, rubbing her eyes. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
Draco lowered himself onto the couch and patted the seat next to him. "Come here."
Hermione jumped on the couch and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"My father wants be to get the Dark Mark, but I don't want to. I have to though, because if I don't, he will hurt you. He knows that by hurting you, he will hurt me too."
"That's awful, couldn't you go to Dumbledore for help?"
"If my father ever found out, he'd kill me. He seems to be planning something big and dangerous, but why would he tell me? I am a disappointment, the black sheep of the family. My father is always going on and on about how he wishes I were more like my older brother."
"Aw.." Hermione rubbed her hand down his back. She felt the hard- toned muscles rippling under his shirt and snuggled closer to him. *He makes me feel so safe and secure. *
"Phyl this. Phyl that. Oh yea, by the way Phyl..blah blah blah. I am so sick of all of this. I just want to get through Hogwarts and start a business on my own. Screw Voldemort and all his little Death Eaters."
Draco's POV
Draco looked down to see Hermione had already gone back to sleep, her arms secured tightly around him. *Well, guess I won't be going anywhere then. *
"Accio blanket." Draco called his blankets from his room and grabbed
them from where they were hanging in midair. He wrapped himself and Hermione up and fell asleep, one arm around Hermione and one arm propping his head up on the armrest.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window blinding her eyes. She looked around, not remembering anything from the night before, and panicked. Slowly, the events from last night rushed back into her mind. She saw that she was wrapped up in dark green blankets on the sofa, with Draco still sleeping next to her. Both his arms were around her waist, making it impossible for her to get off the couch. Carefully, Hermione unclasped his hands and slipped away, rearranging the blankets around Draco. She tiptoed up to her room and dressed, wanting to bring some breakfast back for both of them before Draco woke up.
Draco's POV
Draco felt Hermione slip out from under his arms and walk away. He groped for her, but couldn't feel her warmth. Sitting up, Draco saw Hermione already dressed, walking down her stairs.
"Hey, you're up," she said softly.
"Where are you going?" he groaned.
"Going to get some breakfast. Come on sleepy head, get up, it's a Saturday! We have plenty of things to do." Hermione pecked him on the cheek, and walked out of the dorm.
Draco yawned and stretched out his arms and legs. He smiled, thinking about how close they had been, sleeping together on the couch last night.
Hermione's POV
Hermione smiled, thinking about how their two bodies had been so close. She quickened her pace, practically running into the Great Hall.
"Hey Hermione, you look happy today." Ginny beamed at her.
"I couldn't be happier."
"Wanna tell me?"
"Draco and I are going out. You won't believe how he asked me. It was so sweet."
Ginny shot Hermione a look of disbelief. "You would choose him over Harry?"
"Ginny, please don't start it with me, Harry and I will never be more than just friends."
"He loves you!"
"Draco loves me too."
"How can you trust him? After all those things he said to you, and everything he did to you. Harry has always been there for you."
"Harry knows we will never work out."
"Hermione, I hope you know what you are doing."
Hermione loaded a plate with crossants and bagels, charmed two mugs of coffee with a no-spill spell, and walked slowly out of the Great Hall, trying not to tip anything over.
"Here, let me help you with that." Draco walked up to her and took the plate and a mug from her hands.
"I was going to take them up for you," Hermione pouted.
"We can take them up together." Draco smiled.
"Mm..thanks." Hermione leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
Harry's POV
Harry was walking around the corner to the Great Hall when he saw Malfoy walking towards him. Instinctively, he hid behind a statue of a three-eyed goblin. Peering out, he saw Malfoy walking up to Hermione and taking a mug and plate from her. Then he watched as Hermione smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. *Gee, she never looked that happy to see me. *
He stood up and dusted off his robes.
"Harry?" He looked up and saw Hermione looking quizzically at him.
Harry walked as dignifiedly as he could past them, nodding slightly without even looking at Hermione, and entered the Great Hall.
Ginny's POV
*How could Hermione do such a horrible thing to Harry? Anyone would be lucky to go out with Harry. I would know. I've only had a crush on him for the last six years!! I will never have a chance with him. He only looks on me as a younger sister. He even confided in me that he would never love again. He said would only love Hermione. This is how she treats him? By breaking up with him and then going out with that bastard, Malfoy? * Ginny was absorbed in thought.
"Hey, would you mind if I sat here?" Ginny looked into Harry's emerald eyes.
"No, go ahead."
"I just saw Hermione with Malfoy. They looked so happy together." Harry's eyes welled up with tears. *Why is he still thinking of her? There are so many better candidates than her out in the wizarding world. *
"Harry, you have to get over her!"
"I can't." A tear rolled down his cheek.