Yay! I finally put up new chapters. Sorry if the next few chapters are
too short and suck like hell because I had a bit of writer's block while
writing these. But fear not! The later chapters are going to be so much
better than this! And I'm also sorry if everyone seems a bit out of
character. Like I said, I had writer's block. Plus, I haven't read a
Harry Potter book in a while. Ok, I'll just let you guys read and enjoy
now. And don't forget to review! P.S. thanks to everyone who told me to
keep updating this story. I don't know how you'd like this story so much
after just four chapters, but whatever. Your prayers are answered because
my writer's block is all gone and I'm still writing! Ok, I'll just let you
read the story now!
Chapter 5: Released At Last
The Saturday that Draco was to be let out of the hospital, Hermione came down to visit with a big tray full of all Draco's favorite foods. She set the tray down and jumped on his bed to wake him up. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey wasn't around to kick her out.
"Wake up, Draco! Breakfast time!" Hermione called out. At the mention of food, Draco's eyes shot open. He saw Hermione jumping on his bed and lunged at her, pulling her down. They landed back on the bed, Hermione on top of him.
"Who needs an alarm clock with you around?" Draco commented with a grin. Hermione pretended to blush.
"Draco, I'm flattered." They both burst into little fits of laughter before Hermione remembered the tray of food. Draco's eyes widened like a little boy's at Christmas.
"Wow, Hermione! You really didn't have to go through all the trouble-" Hermione cut him off.
"Yes, Draco, I did. You getting released from the hospital is cause for celebration! So Dobby helped me fix all your favorites for you. Hurry up and eat before it gets cold!" So for the rest of the morning, they ate and talked like old friends. Then Draco brought up an interesting conversation topic.
"Is there anything going on between you and Potter or Weasley?" Draco asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice.
"No! We're just friends! You know that. What made you ask such a silly question?" Hermione was shocked and amused at the same time. 'So maybe he's interested after all,' she thought.
"So . . .if you're not involved with either of them, that means there's a chance that you might like to go with me to Hogsmeade today?" Draco looked at Hermione with calm, but hopeful eyes. But inside, his stomach was twisting into knots. 'We're just friends! I don't really like her in a romantic way . . .do I?' Draco thought, but shook it away.
"Yes, Draco. I'd love to go with you to Hogsmeade." Hermione's beautiful smile went all the way up to her eyes, making them sparkle with happiness. Draco returned her smile, truly happy in a way that only Hermione brought out. They both finished breakfast and Madam Pomfrey checked his bandages one last time before releasing him. Hermione waited while Draco changed out of his hospital clothes.
"Uh . . .Hermione?" came Draco's uneasy voice from behind the curtains.
"Yes, Draco, is something wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
"Sort of. Did I come in here with a shirt?" Hermione froze. She remembered that she had brought him in bleeding and shirtless. Not that she minded of course.
"Um . . .sorry. No, you didn't come in with one." Draco swept back the curtains.
"So I have to walk through the halls like this?!" Hermione, before she caught herself, gave his the once over with her eyes. True, she had seen it before, but she couldn't help it. She giggled when he shifted uneasily.
"I see what you mean," Hermione said, thoroughly amused. "Although I don't think the female population of Hogwarts would mind seeing you strutting around the hallways shirtless," she continued, crossing her arms over her chest. "I happen to know quite a few Gryffindor girls who happen to secretly think that you're quite sexy. Maybe we should pass by them on the way back to our dorms, hmm?" Hermione raised her eyebrows mischievously.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. Don't do this to me!" Draco pleaded. "I may seem like I like the attention . . .ok, so I did, but that was before. I'm really not in the mood for that right now. Could you PLEASE be so kind as to find something for me to wear?" Hermione laughed.
"Relax. I brought you some clothes." Hermione dug into her bag and pulled out a clean set of clothes and some shoes since Draco had also come in barefoot. Draco finally came out from behind the curtain fully dressed, but hair still messy.
"I don't know if I should thank you or hex you," Draco said with a smile. Hermione pretended to look innocent.
"Hex me? But whatever for, Draco, darling?"
"Just you wait . . .I'll get you back for the little joke you pulled. Honestly . . .did you really think I'd walk through these halls without a shirt on?" Hermione giggled. "There isn't by any chance any gel or something in that bag, is there?" Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
"No, sorry, there isn't. But it's ok. Your hair looks nice like that. Now come on! You need a shower." Hermione prodded him out the door and they both hurried to their dorms. Hermione changed into something nicer while waiting for Draco to finish getting ready. It was almost November, but the weather was still hot and summer-like. Hermione settled on a denim skirt, a pink top and white, low-top sneakers. She tied her curly auburn hair into a ponytail and put some lip-gloss and mascara on. She looked herself over in the mirror satisfied and went to the common room to wait for Draco. But somewhere in the back of her mind came a little voice. 'Why are you trying so hard to look nice for him?' But before she could answer herself, Draco hurriedly came down the stairs. She stood and turned to him with a smile. He looked up at her and stopped dead in his tracks.
The simplicity of her dress and make-up appealed to him more than the usual slutty garb and make-up girls usually wore when they went out on dates with him. But then again, he wasn't even sure this WAS a date.
"You look nice," he complimented. He continued the rest of the way down the stairs and held out his arm to her. "Ready?" he asked. Hermione looped her arm around his outstretched one.
"Of course," she said with a smile. They both exited through the portrait hole and slowly walked towards Hogsmeade.
Chapter 5: Released At Last
The Saturday that Draco was to be let out of the hospital, Hermione came down to visit with a big tray full of all Draco's favorite foods. She set the tray down and jumped on his bed to wake him up. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey wasn't around to kick her out.
"Wake up, Draco! Breakfast time!" Hermione called out. At the mention of food, Draco's eyes shot open. He saw Hermione jumping on his bed and lunged at her, pulling her down. They landed back on the bed, Hermione on top of him.
"Who needs an alarm clock with you around?" Draco commented with a grin. Hermione pretended to blush.
"Draco, I'm flattered." They both burst into little fits of laughter before Hermione remembered the tray of food. Draco's eyes widened like a little boy's at Christmas.
"Wow, Hermione! You really didn't have to go through all the trouble-" Hermione cut him off.
"Yes, Draco, I did. You getting released from the hospital is cause for celebration! So Dobby helped me fix all your favorites for you. Hurry up and eat before it gets cold!" So for the rest of the morning, they ate and talked like old friends. Then Draco brought up an interesting conversation topic.
"Is there anything going on between you and Potter or Weasley?" Draco asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice.
"No! We're just friends! You know that. What made you ask such a silly question?" Hermione was shocked and amused at the same time. 'So maybe he's interested after all,' she thought.
"So . . .if you're not involved with either of them, that means there's a chance that you might like to go with me to Hogsmeade today?" Draco looked at Hermione with calm, but hopeful eyes. But inside, his stomach was twisting into knots. 'We're just friends! I don't really like her in a romantic way . . .do I?' Draco thought, but shook it away.
"Yes, Draco. I'd love to go with you to Hogsmeade." Hermione's beautiful smile went all the way up to her eyes, making them sparkle with happiness. Draco returned her smile, truly happy in a way that only Hermione brought out. They both finished breakfast and Madam Pomfrey checked his bandages one last time before releasing him. Hermione waited while Draco changed out of his hospital clothes.
"Uh . . .Hermione?" came Draco's uneasy voice from behind the curtains.
"Yes, Draco, is something wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
"Sort of. Did I come in here with a shirt?" Hermione froze. She remembered that she had brought him in bleeding and shirtless. Not that she minded of course.
"Um . . .sorry. No, you didn't come in with one." Draco swept back the curtains.
"So I have to walk through the halls like this?!" Hermione, before she caught herself, gave his the once over with her eyes. True, she had seen it before, but she couldn't help it. She giggled when he shifted uneasily.
"I see what you mean," Hermione said, thoroughly amused. "Although I don't think the female population of Hogwarts would mind seeing you strutting around the hallways shirtless," she continued, crossing her arms over her chest. "I happen to know quite a few Gryffindor girls who happen to secretly think that you're quite sexy. Maybe we should pass by them on the way back to our dorms, hmm?" Hermione raised her eyebrows mischievously.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. Don't do this to me!" Draco pleaded. "I may seem like I like the attention . . .ok, so I did, but that was before. I'm really not in the mood for that right now. Could you PLEASE be so kind as to find something for me to wear?" Hermione laughed.
"Relax. I brought you some clothes." Hermione dug into her bag and pulled out a clean set of clothes and some shoes since Draco had also come in barefoot. Draco finally came out from behind the curtain fully dressed, but hair still messy.
"I don't know if I should thank you or hex you," Draco said with a smile. Hermione pretended to look innocent.
"Hex me? But whatever for, Draco, darling?"
"Just you wait . . .I'll get you back for the little joke you pulled. Honestly . . .did you really think I'd walk through these halls without a shirt on?" Hermione giggled. "There isn't by any chance any gel or something in that bag, is there?" Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
"No, sorry, there isn't. But it's ok. Your hair looks nice like that. Now come on! You need a shower." Hermione prodded him out the door and they both hurried to their dorms. Hermione changed into something nicer while waiting for Draco to finish getting ready. It was almost November, but the weather was still hot and summer-like. Hermione settled on a denim skirt, a pink top and white, low-top sneakers. She tied her curly auburn hair into a ponytail and put some lip-gloss and mascara on. She looked herself over in the mirror satisfied and went to the common room to wait for Draco. But somewhere in the back of her mind came a little voice. 'Why are you trying so hard to look nice for him?' But before she could answer herself, Draco hurriedly came down the stairs. She stood and turned to him with a smile. He looked up at her and stopped dead in his tracks.
The simplicity of her dress and make-up appealed to him more than the usual slutty garb and make-up girls usually wore when they went out on dates with him. But then again, he wasn't even sure this WAS a date.
"You look nice," he complimented. He continued the rest of the way down the stairs and held out his arm to her. "Ready?" he asked. Hermione looped her arm around his outstretched one.
"Of course," she said with a smile. They both exited through the portrait hole and slowly walked towards Hogsmeade.